Because I am an OWL.
So anyway. Apparantly I spent all my credit sending out Mass new year/crimbo texts. Which kind of sucks. I don't even like half the people I sent them to. I won't be making that mistake again.
Actually, I won't have credit next year because I am getting a new phone, hopefully, on a contract. The HTC Magic is on super cheap at the carphone warehouse but it is currently indefinitely sold out. I currently have the Samsung D600 (it's the phone Rose has in Journey's End). I almost sent the shop assistant at phones4u into a state of shock when I showed it too him, which is a bit unfair, it was only released in 2005, and having beeen owned by the queen of clumsiness it was hardly going to be in prime condition (I have run it over on my bike twice). I actually love my phone, even though I can't actually see the centre of the screen. It's going to be hard to part with.
Me & Megan were up all night working on our "Ultimate 80s playlist for 90s kids". Not much progress was made. I'm waiting for a mass sale in HMV so I can go by a million compilation albums. Because albums are a waste of money but I love them.
So, anyway, we got a bit distracted from the playlist, and started evaluating each others characters (Megan likes doing this alot), and apparantly I am detatched, commitment phobic, unappreciative (which I disagreed with, I am highly appreciative of many things, such as tight suits), and extremely self-focussed. It was at this point I started to question the relationship Megan and I have. But we did find that there are only 12 people in the world who would actually make me depressed if they died. All but three were family. One was David Tennant. None of them were my "it's complicated" boyfriend. (I must note there is a difference between sad and depressed. All death saddens me, and I would be upset if anyone I knew died. We were talking extreme melancholy.) Megan on the other hand had 89. And counting.
I'm desperately trying to avoid going back to school on Wednesday. I've tried everything. I even injured my wrist. Well that wasn't on purpose, it was from overesposure to Guitar Hero. Apparantly I am too unfit even for xbox games. That's depressing.
But, while we're on christmas presents, I got 6 sets of fairy lights in my stocking this year. They were being sold cheap at John Lewis; Santa's prime shopping location. Anyway, we have a Commer camper van called Boaddiccea. Sort of like VW but British and rarer. And not as pretty imo. But, its roof fell off, and it's kind of rotting, so Dad's completely repairing and redecorating it. Well, he's repairing, Mum & I are redecorating. Our styles clash, I wanted purple and orange, she wants pale blue, but the only thing we can agree on is that my fairy lights should go in it, so that's one christmas present put to good use.
Except the guys won't let us put them up. Mehh.
Oh, and I FINALLY posted a fic. Cue the party. YEAH. Tis on RobinSociety, if one is that interested.
AND I've rediscovered Coldplay. I always liked them but I forgot how much. Shiver has made it to tjhe top of my most played songs on itunes in a day.