I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus.
Things i need to to -
Clean my room
Start to pack
Finish my RP Christmas thing
Continue to pack
Possibly re-clean my room.
Make sure the cleaning actually happens
Work tomorrow
Finish packing
Print off tickets
Organise transport to airport for thursday
CLEAN MY EFFING ROOM
Finish wrapping presents
Finish Red Boots
Turn on the light.
Cook dinner
EAT DINNER
Stop listening to 'White Wine in the Sun' and crying like a little bitch.
Things i will do:
Possibly eat toast.
There may or may not be something more to the toast.
In other news, I am so knackered from work it's RIDICULOUS. I now have a large pinpointed hatred for men in bad suits with boring haircuts who have American Express cards and act all high and mighty. Fuck off, you're a douche. And if you're using American Express and cae about a surcharge, YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T HAVE AN AMERICAN EXPRESS CARD. I was told i had a horrible manner the other day by one of those morons. Yes, i dont like people, yes you're the reason why, no i dont give a fuck. Seriously, if you're gonna ignore me and say you know better when i tell you to take your phone off the charge every once and a while to prolong the battery life AND THEN ASK ME HOW LONG THE BATTERY IS GOING TO LAST JUST THITY SECONDS LATER then i honestly dont care if i was rude enough to insult your mother. If you're gonna act all high and mighty and ignore the advice YOU asked of ME and then have the gall to call me rude, i dont care if you never shop at Dick Smith again. I'm sure Woolworths limited will really fucking care about the $27 dollars you were so harshly conned out of to prolong the life on your $90 house phones you bought four and a half years ago. Fuck off, buddy.
I'd much rather serve nice old men who are cheeky and have at it and actually treat you like a person. I had a loverly old guy tell me i was a wonderful assistant and he'd have employed me if he was still working. I like serving old men anyway, but he was wonderful.
Ah, the madhouse Christmas rush. I still dont know if i actually like Christmas.
To me, Christmas is stupid, and annoying and getting increasingly sentimental now I've got my own ~life~ and such, and am twenty fucking years old.
Ew.
Just EWWWWWWWWW. I still havent changed my automatic brain age since i was about seventeen. When i get asked, i have to remember it's no longer 2007 and I have to study for my exams.
Jesus Christ people, I start my second year of uni in a few months.
WHAT?
WHAAAAAT?
Clean my room
Start to pack
Finish my RP Christmas thing
Continue to pack
Possibly re-clean my room.
Make sure the cleaning actually happens
Work tomorrow
Finish packing
Print off tickets
Organise transport to airport for thursday
CLEAN MY EFFING ROOM
Finish wrapping presents
Finish Red Boots
Turn on the light.
Cook dinner
EAT DINNER
Stop listening to 'White Wine in the Sun' and crying like a little bitch.
Things i will do:
Possibly eat toast.
There may or may not be something more to the toast.
In other news, I am so knackered from work it's RIDICULOUS. I now have a large pinpointed hatred for men in bad suits with boring haircuts who have American Express cards and act all high and mighty. Fuck off, you're a douche. And if you're using American Express and cae about a surcharge, YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T HAVE AN AMERICAN EXPRESS CARD. I was told i had a horrible manner the other day by one of those morons. Yes, i dont like people, yes you're the reason why, no i dont give a fuck. Seriously, if you're gonna ignore me and say you know better when i tell you to take your phone off the charge every once and a while to prolong the battery life AND THEN ASK ME HOW LONG THE BATTERY IS GOING TO LAST JUST THITY SECONDS LATER then i honestly dont care if i was rude enough to insult your mother. If you're gonna act all high and mighty and ignore the advice YOU asked of ME and then have the gall to call me rude, i dont care if you never shop at Dick Smith again. I'm sure Woolworths limited will really fucking care about the $27 dollars you were so harshly conned out of to prolong the life on your $90 house phones you bought four and a half years ago. Fuck off, buddy.
I'd much rather serve nice old men who are cheeky and have at it and actually treat you like a person. I had a loverly old guy tell me i was a wonderful assistant and he'd have employed me if he was still working. I like serving old men anyway, but he was wonderful.
Ah, the madhouse Christmas rush. I still dont know if i actually like Christmas.
To me, Christmas is stupid, and annoying and getting increasingly sentimental now I've got my own ~life~ and such, and am twenty fucking years old.
Ew.
Just EWWWWWWWWW. I still havent changed my automatic brain age since i was about seventeen. When i get asked, i have to remember it's no longer 2007 and I have to study for my exams.
Jesus Christ people, I start my second year of uni in a few months.
WHAT?
WHAAAAAT?