mm still a zombie.
i want it to be next monday
by then i should have done a bunch of tests and handed in some assignments. then i can go to the luna and watch a dodgy 'monday double' of two artsy movies for $8.50. then when it's tuesday i can get all excited about the end of the week when we move out of our hell hole into another rental hell hole!
the excitement!
i'm postponing my 'OH MY GOD I WON'T BE HOMELESS IN A WEEK!' joy for next week.
(our application for a rental property was humbly approved by the real estate agents, though they'll keep an eye on the cleanliness of the place! wouldn't want someone to leave clothes on the floor! what the fuck? fascists... i'd like to come across one sane and reasonable real estate agent. though it's obvious that selling your soul is a prerequisite)
my hands smell like chemicals.
i went to the gym today. then i ate a bunch of macadamia/white chocolate biscuits - defeating the purpose of going to the gym. i am smart.
and interesting. look how interesting this journal entry is. must be fucking rivetting.
if i had something interesting to say about my day i'm sure i'd have typed it by now. so i think i'll go to bed.
arr!
- pirate z.
what are you doing up so late...i thought i was the only insomniac here...
the luna? you're in melbourne aren't you!!! or maybe im thinking of the lumiere... where are you then you hussy pirate wench?
So, in essence, I am saying that this was not an uninteresting journal entry
...and yeh, stuff...