analog is warmer!
MAN. So far, today is a GOOD DAY. It's only 11 and I've already DONE STUFF. I woke up late and was feeling pretty shitty, and I've had a pretty stressful say week and a half, so I asked mum if I could stay home. So yeah, I did, and ALREADY I HAVE:
-Finished my book (OH NOES KARENIN DIED I ACTUALLY CRIED THEN.)
-Learnt the percussion piece which is FOUR PAGES OF ASS IN TWELVE EIGHT TIME. Fuck. I'm so fucking proud of myself. GO ME.
-Hung out the washing FOR MY MOTHER WITHOUT HER ASKING ME. Yeah. I'm too nice, I know.
-Got an interview for Coles, which is tomorrow afternoon. WHOO I'M ON MY WAY TO HAVING MONIES.
Today I plan on having:
-Cleaned my room.
-Worked on my photography research assignment.
-Worked on my S&E in-class notes.
-Cooking some form of foodgoods.
-Done something creative.
Really, if I'd gone to school, the only productive thing I would have done would have been to develop my macro shots. And I can do that during lunch on Monday anyways.
Tomorrow I'm going to UNYA, which I'm pretty looking forward to, but I still need to go to school later this afternoon to hand in the note because I WAS USING IT AS A BOOKMARK AND THEREFORE LOST IT.
I AM JUST TOO FUCKING AWESOME FOR YOU ALL.
(PS: You should all buy PalmerCash tshirts because they are CLASSIC)
(PPS: You should all go and buy the Grates album (Gravity Won't Get You High) because it is ACE. NO WAIT DON'T if you buy it then I won't be able to have this look of smug superiority when I listen to it)
Well. That just ruined my mood. My parents get back, and I'm like "Hey, look what I taught myself", and I play the piece, and they don't say ANYTHING. Not a well done, or a good work, or a gee that's pretty cool. I couldn't even play it at all last night, and they can't even say well done. Then I start practising it a bit more and my mum tells me to stop. I feel fucking great now.
-Finished my book (OH NOES KARENIN DIED I ACTUALLY CRIED THEN.)
-Learnt the percussion piece which is FOUR PAGES OF ASS IN TWELVE EIGHT TIME. Fuck. I'm so fucking proud of myself. GO ME.
-Hung out the washing FOR MY MOTHER WITHOUT HER ASKING ME. Yeah. I'm too nice, I know.
-Got an interview for Coles, which is tomorrow afternoon. WHOO I'M ON MY WAY TO HAVING MONIES.
Today I plan on having:
-Cleaned my room.
-Worked on my photography research assignment.
-Worked on my S&E in-class notes.
-Cooking some form of foodgoods.
-Done something creative.
Really, if I'd gone to school, the only productive thing I would have done would have been to develop my macro shots. And I can do that during lunch on Monday anyways.
Tomorrow I'm going to UNYA, which I'm pretty looking forward to, but I still need to go to school later this afternoon to hand in the note because I WAS USING IT AS A BOOKMARK AND THEREFORE LOST IT.
I AM JUST TOO FUCKING AWESOME FOR YOU ALL.
(PS: You should all buy PalmerCash tshirts because they are CLASSIC)
(PPS: You should all go and buy the Grates album (Gravity Won't Get You High) because it is ACE. NO WAIT DON'T if you buy it then I won't be able to have this look of smug superiority when I listen to it)
Well. That just ruined my mood. My parents get back, and I'm like "Hey, look what I taught myself", and I play the piece, and they don't say ANYTHING. Not a well done, or a good work, or a gee that's pretty cool. I couldn't even play it at all last night, and they can't even say well done. Then I start practising it a bit more and my mum tells me to stop. I feel fucking great now.