Uh..

Sep 29, 2006 09:16

So I'm woken up in the evening by my mother using my phone to call m sister, and tell her to 'come home because she's out several hours beyond her curfew'.

My first reaction is; WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU USE YOUR PHONE?! It fucking works, better than mine no less.. >.< I don't say it, how ever, I pretend like I'm sleeping and just try to do just that--well, get back to sleep any way.

At least they didn't fight over the phone. >.<

I tried a foreign beer last night at a new cafe that opened up in town; Blech. It tasted almost as bad as heiniken. It didn't have much of a flavour, to be honest. Stella artois, I believe it was called. ..and their cheese cake wasn't all that great. :/

My mother and I agreed mine is better..haha. No, that's not arrogance--it's a fact. Every one that's had my cheese cake said it's better than theirs.

Hm. I've found...a very promising female--but I've chosen not to get my hopes up. That'll just end in them getting smashed. Well, I've found 3 to be honest. :P One in moncton, one in saint John, one in freddy. hah. me being me, none of 'em'll ever go any where--but at the very least I've found some fun, intelligent people to talk to. :D

Hooray for meeting new people!

Still, they're a poor substitute for you guys. ;.;

Ergh. PSU is so close, and yet so far away at the same time. Well, at least I have all the screen shots people took to drool over, not to mention friends that are playing the japanese version beause they're cheap bastards and imported it. :P

I wonder what's going to happen...if I'll get in or not. I'm calling UPEI today to ask about people with learning disabilities applying..and how they're treated. Ah..I'm really starting to worry. :/ What if I don't get in, you know? I don't want to go to UNB.. >.< I don't want to stay in NB the rest of my life.

I want to get out and see more of the world. I've already decided that during my summers, I'm going to take further courses..in attempt to speed my learning up. I'll only be home to see people on major holidays, I think. Or the odd weekend when I zip back to visit.

When I become a psychologist? CHAOS WILL REING SUPREME! I am SO training an army of sociopaths to do my bidding. :D *snicker.*
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