you've got a thing about you
I have realised that my afternoon Asian Studies tutorial is my favourite class, simply because KT brings lollies and loves to share them.
Jenna turned 19 yesterday, I sent a card and wished her all the best. This is all fine and lovely until you realise that I'm next.
God, I don't want my birthday to come. I really don't want to get any older.
Nineteen! Fucking nineteen!
Shoot me.
Time really needs to go slower.
Jon sent me down season five of Futurama this week, I've only watched a couple of episodes but it's good. He also added an episode of Astro Boy for no particular reason.
I'm thinking of going to spend all of my money at the Video Ezy sale tomorrow. Cheap dvds are good, but the people who go to these sales are fucking crazy and amazingly rude. And to actually get what you want you have to turn up at least 20 mins before opening time.
Perhaps I'll just stay in bed.
Okay, plans for today:
Write my journalism essay.
Do some shopping.
Finish waxing my legs.
Go to class.
Hand in journalism essay.
Make way home during peak hour traffic.
Relax.
Sounds good to me.