So Will You Come Out And Play WIth Me? With Me...
So... I don't really feel like making a post (shock horror!) but my parent are all giggly in the living room (sick, I know), there isn't really anyone online and Lil' Bro is at work so I can't go have a deep and meaningful with him.
For a lazy day, today's been pretty full on. Found out what's wrong with my Vic application and that's in the process of getting sorted - just waiting on Lincoln to post stuff up for the next stage of the process. People have been crazy and emotional all day, which made me crazy and emotional. So, it's your fault guys. Bastards.
No, I love you really.
I think.
ITunes is working again. It's official - Last.fm messes with my computer and my mind. Once I biffed (shut up firefox, it is a word) it everything was a lot better. Like... the sun started shining, Angels came down from the heavens, and The Fray played once more.
In attempt to save your friends' pages, I've started up stolen_see_saw to share all the lil' icons that spawn from my continual boredom. So, if you like what you've seen so far, or if you wanna see how they (hopefully) get better, watch the community and you'll be among the first to see any new updates.
The bus tickets are all booked for when schmidtey and I run away this New Years. Leaving on the 27th, and the time of departure means I'm going to have to get my lazy butt out of bed before noon. For once, New Years is going to rock.
Mahia, by definition, is the number one place in the country for drunken teenagers to welcome in the new year. It's even better when it's your initiation into your cousins' 18+-and-totally-wasted club.
Dad wants me to get my own credit card, and stop using his. I don't know whether it's a good idea or not. I mean... I don't want to be tempted, but that being said - I have to learn how to control credit card usage at some point right? Any of you have a credit card? Not a card joined to your parents Visa/Mastercard/[insert your credit card company of choice here] account, but your own set up.
I'm still hearing giggles.
Should I be this worried?
For a lazy day, today's been pretty full on. Found out what's wrong with my Vic application and that's in the process of getting sorted - just waiting on Lincoln to post stuff up for the next stage of the process. People have been crazy and emotional all day, which made me crazy and emotional. So, it's your fault guys. Bastards.
No, I love you really.
I think.
ITunes is working again. It's official - Last.fm messes with my computer and my mind. Once I biffed (shut up firefox, it is a word) it everything was a lot better. Like... the sun started shining, Angels came down from the heavens, and The Fray played once more.
In attempt to save your friends' pages, I've started up stolen_see_saw to share all the lil' icons that spawn from my continual boredom. So, if you like what you've seen so far, or if you wanna see how they (hopefully) get better, watch the community and you'll be among the first to see any new updates.
The bus tickets are all booked for when schmidtey and I run away this New Years. Leaving on the 27th, and the time of departure means I'm going to have to get my lazy butt out of bed before noon. For once, New Years is going to rock.
Mahia, by definition, is the number one place in the country for drunken teenagers to welcome in the new year. It's even better when it's your initiation into your cousins' 18+-and-totally-wasted club.
Dad wants me to get my own credit card, and stop using his. I don't know whether it's a good idea or not. I mean... I don't want to be tempted, but that being said - I have to learn how to control credit card usage at some point right? Any of you have a credit card? Not a card joined to your parents Visa/Mastercard/[insert your credit card company of choice here] account, but your own set up.
I'm still hearing giggles.
Should I be this worried?