Melancholy

"He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star"

Unrequited love sucks.

The Worst Criminal

I can't stand how I keep on wasting time. I get home at 6, and all of a sudden it's 9:45 and I have to go to bed soon, so I won't fall asleep tomorrow morning. There's so much that I need to do, let alone the things that I want to do. And here's my reminder for tomorrow:

Audit Things:
- figure out how to get to Yonge/Eglinton for Monday
- read through infobases for IAA
- review stuff from audit session this week

My Things:
- look up when and whether I can go to Africa
- new un-christmasy blog layout
- update posts on I&E
- Buy Kushiel's Avatar
- finish freaking reading the fifth book, dammit!
- write an un-lame, meaningful post (probably full of angry ranting)

I'm weird, I know. And I'm sure you know too.

Hear My Plea

Please, stop me from watching one chick flick after another, picking chapters of a book because they're particularly lovey-dovey, and putting up with horrendously written fanfiction simply because the fluff makes me feel fuzzy inside.

I swear there's something wrong with me, because I KNOW that I have better things to do and this gross girly side of me is getting out of control. Fix me. Please.

Family Studies 101

I am so very proud of my newly learned ability to hem my own pants - AND I haven't hurt myself with the needle!

Clearly I rock xD. Next maybe I'll learn how to sew on buttons!

Uncensored

Hmm. Is it bad that I no longer consider "ass" as a swear word? It's so silly when they sensor songs by either blocking words out, or changing them.

I heart the shiny laptop I got for work.