I'm loving this music video.


Janeway gets it on with everyone, even a plant. Kinky.

I can't sit still. I should do something productive. But if I study more my head will explode. But not my teeth. Went to the dentist this afternoon and he said they were "pretty perfect". *puffs up chest in pride*

*puffs down chest when she notices Emma staring at it*

*prepares to get slapped on the back of the head next time she sees Emma*

*types in time to music*

My fingers are dancing!

2 weeks and 5 days. Till my 1st exam, innit.

2 weeks and 6 day until my 2nd.

3 weeks until my 3rd.

4 weeks and 1 day until my 4th.

4 weeks and 5 days until my 4th.


5 weeks and 1 day until I go into school, give back all my text books and leave. Forever.

They go, deep breath, Biology-Calculus-English-Chemistry-Physics.

You know what we have to do? Learn to do that Irish pub dancing thing... old fashioned like. Swinging and clumping around and twirling. It looks so fun.


Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind
And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me

I actually really like this song. It's sexist and all... but I still like it.

*does a little dance*

I can't concentrate on writing this. I have just been studying. On a friday evening. What more can I say?

I can tell you that orangutans split off from the hominids 15 million years ago. I think. Wait, I'm not sure.

So maybe I can't tell you anything. Except that 'ambugers go well with wootbeer.

Well, my sister and my friends are off getting drunk and having fun and I'm home sick. I wonder who they gave my ticket to?

*pouts*

In other news... should I be worried that one of my best friends gets a phone call from my boss offering her a job, the day I call in sick? Surely not...

Emma's Birthday!

This is your Birthday song
It isn't very long
Hey!


I stole that song from Declan. Who stole it from Therlin.

I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't wanna and you can't make me.

I don't wanna!!!

Marian is a crack-whore.

She also gives booze to minors.

Did I ever post the cutest photo ever? A baby looking under the camera to see me.

I just scared the shit out of myself. I could see a vauge shape in the darkness, on top of the computer. I reached towards it, and it fell on me.

It was the chicken. Still watching me. From a different computer.

Dun-dunn-DUNNNN!

If I write all about last night, it will be just like these:

http://spacegirlnz.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-party.html
http://jaggylioness.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-tonight-me-emma-and-eileen-went-to.html

So just read those and pretend it's me because it's the same, innit.

I will just point out again how I made Madame Speaker laugh like that though, teehee. I held Marian's camera phone up and said "say 'Rodney Hide is a horrible little man!'" Some times I just crack myself up. And Magaret Wilson too.

Anyway, I'm over that now... I have an exciting story.

Today I sold 2 $50 vodaphone phonecards. The guy paid for them with Coastlands vouchers. Stolen Coastlands vouchers. At the time he seemed a bit weird. We *all* just assumed it was the normal "I'm a boy, books frighten me" thing. I rolled my eyes and said "phonecards?"

He said "well what else would I spend it on here?"

I replied by *looking* at him and saying "books?"

Then (and this really pisses me off) he paused to joke. "Oh, I can't read." It wasn't funny, so I didn't laugh.

It all felt a bit odd, so I turned to one of the fulltime ladies to check that we do sell phonecards on Coastlands vouchers. We do, I thought so.

The guy left and I had a discussion with another fulltime chick about what we would spend $100 of Coastlands vouchers on. It must have seemed weird to her aswell. We decided that we would have gone for clothes and makeup, rather than phonecards. We have to buy them anyway. They are boring.

About half an hour later one of the security gaurds ran in to ask if anyone had exchanged any vouchers. I showed them to him, the numbers matched the ones stolen. I described the guy and then the fulltime chick came over and gave him the guys name. Who would use stolen vouchers in front of the mother of one of your old school friends? Then the security guy ran onto the next shop.

Then we saw another security gaurd grab a girl outside our shop. She was carrying heaps of Farmers bags (she had obviously gone for the clothes and makeup, like we would have.) She had foils in her hair, she must have spent some of the vouchers getting her hair done. How stupid is that? Steal hundreds of dollars worth of stuff, then sit around waiting to get caught. The worst part was that she had her small child with her.

What was your first memory? "Mummy getting hauled off my the police for shoplifting."

Great start in life for that kid.

I put some little signs over the keyboards with the serial numbers of the vouchers. They had 50 $5, 50 $10, 50 $20 and 50 $50. $4250.

When I was putting up the signs I asked the others if they would have accepted them and they all said they would have.

All I'm going to say right now is this:


I'm going to sleep now. I write all about it tomorrow. Hehe, I made Magaret Wilson laugh.

Just went upstairs. Room looks worse than when I started.

*cries*

I keep sneezing. My mouth, eyes, nose and ears are full of dust.

I have just spent a few hours sitting on my bedroom floor filling rubbish bags. I will never miss any of the stuff a threw out, why was I keeping it? I made a small dent, tidying one corner of my room. If I do 2 corners tomorrow, then 1 corner on thursday morning (working wednesday) then I can clean and vacuum on thursday. And I will have a room again. Why do I keep shoe boxes? They were just sitting on the floor of my room. Now they are in the bin. I kept 5 lift plus bottles (the ones with candles in them) and put the rest of them in the recycling. All 2 dozen of them.

I put things I want to keep on my bed. Books, exam papers, notes from this year. Book vouchers, money, hairclips. I just hope that I will sort it all out before I go to bed tonight, or it will all end up on the floor again.

*coughs up a dusty lung*

Oh, I found the smell in the living room. My bag was behind the couch and it had a cream cheese sandwhich in it, from election day. Over 2 weeks! Emma, is that what you meant when you said our house has a unique smell?

I think everyone should completely declutter these holidays, then it will be easier to study. I also did some of that today. Complex numbers, genetics and Amarican Beauty. I'm on a roll!

We have 4 new 6 foot book cases. We have a lot of books.

I have curly hair. It won't go away. See?

It is as curly as Emma's!

I haven't seen Anja in over a week. I must say, now that the withdrawl effects have gone... I can't see why I ever needed her.

I told you I could quit anytime I wanted to.

*breaks down in tears and crawls into a ball on the floor*

She doesn't even love me anymore. I rang her house to find out when she was finishing work, thinking maybe she could come down here or I could go up there. Invite the Emmas and Liz, you know. Her mum told me that they were going to the Wairarapa when she was finished work, maybe I could text her. I didn't text her. Out of spite, like. She obviously doesn't want to spend time with me. She would rather waltz off to random parts of the country to see relatives and have a life.



In other news:

"The special votes did not improve National's chances of forming the next government, indeed they made those prospects slightly worse by having one seat fewer in Parliament than was true on the election night, I therefore formally concede on behalf of the National Party that we do not have enough seats to claim a mandate." Good boy, now sit. Stay.

*dances*