I seem to have lost my ability to write interesting things
Sometimes my 26k internet connection really lets me down. Is one song a month to much for me to ask of it? Bastards.
But I suppose, rubbish net surfing aside, the beginning of the weekend until this very moment has been pretty sweet. I have been working like a total mule, 9 days in a row? Fuck that for egg and soldiers. Friday in particular saw a rather brutal 12 hour shift nailed. Foolishly though, instead of sleeping I spent the entire night watching movies and making spaghetti with one miss Kat, total Italiano!! So crashing out at 5:30am or something and waking up at 7:30am with no shower or breakfast equals an incredible day at work? Not quite. Absolutely god awful. I was scared I would fall asleep and wake up with my face being cooked. Needless to say teh boss nearly kicked my arse. But yes, I used his anger to my advantage and scored Sunday off work. Which meant I could to go Void for the first time in about, oh i dunno, YONKS. Thoroughly good night i had, which was a gigantic fucking suprise. Barely left my seat in the corner all night apart from the occasional piss and venture to some other table within spitting distance. And another night ended with me falling asleep at 6am, and my lovely Sunday lie in was semi-destroyed by Liz' brother being asleep himself, oh the irony. So eventaully I drifted back to sleep for most of the afternoon. Evening time came, and me and Chris Teh Drizzle ate McDonalds and watched the visual masterpiece of Commando, and caught the ending of The Wedding Planner. YAS! Nipped down to Opium/Subway and belted out McFly most of the night. And now i am just back from that Monday Night Metal at Bannermans and totally "blogging".
Jeez i hate writing "What i did" kind of entries, but i am so bored shitless right now. TV sucks at this time on this day, i cant listen to anything i want too right now because of my previously ridiculed internet connection. I am totally out of food and the only thing i have to keep me occupied right now is this evil itch on my arm. It is possibly syphilis caused by stress (!) Plans for the week ahead include a raunchy game of Monopoly tomorrow night, some raj sports bar with Kristof/Gill/Kristy on Saturday and various outings in the city any other day. Keep myself busy, cheer myself up, keep trying to block out that agonising empty space. Bah, i am going to have to get myself a hobby.
But I suppose, rubbish net surfing aside, the beginning of the weekend until this very moment has been pretty sweet. I have been working like a total mule, 9 days in a row? Fuck that for egg and soldiers. Friday in particular saw a rather brutal 12 hour shift nailed. Foolishly though, instead of sleeping I spent the entire night watching movies and making spaghetti with one miss Kat, total Italiano!! So crashing out at 5:30am or something and waking up at 7:30am with no shower or breakfast equals an incredible day at work? Not quite. Absolutely god awful. I was scared I would fall asleep and wake up with my face being cooked. Needless to say teh boss nearly kicked my arse. But yes, I used his anger to my advantage and scored Sunday off work. Which meant I could to go Void for the first time in about, oh i dunno, YONKS. Thoroughly good night i had, which was a gigantic fucking suprise. Barely left my seat in the corner all night apart from the occasional piss and venture to some other table within spitting distance. And another night ended with me falling asleep at 6am, and my lovely Sunday lie in was semi-destroyed by Liz' brother being asleep himself, oh the irony. So eventaully I drifted back to sleep for most of the afternoon. Evening time came, and me and Chris Teh Drizzle ate McDonalds and watched the visual masterpiece of Commando, and caught the ending of The Wedding Planner. YAS! Nipped down to Opium/Subway and belted out McFly most of the night. And now i am just back from that Monday Night Metal at Bannermans and totally "blogging".
Jeez i hate writing "What i did" kind of entries, but i am so bored shitless right now. TV sucks at this time on this day, i cant listen to anything i want too right now because of my previously ridiculed internet connection. I am totally out of food and the only thing i have to keep me occupied right now is this evil itch on my arm. It is possibly syphilis caused by stress (!) Plans for the week ahead include a raunchy game of Monopoly tomorrow night, some raj sports bar with Kristof/Gill/Kristy on Saturday and various outings in the city any other day. Keep myself busy, cheer myself up, keep trying to block out that agonising empty space. Bah, i am going to have to get myself a hobby.