Hey y'all!!!
Wow, having no internet blows
. And sucks. Simaltaniously. I've missed you guys
. Stupid uni. They only give me 15MB and I spent a lot of it looking on Yahoo at Firefly merchandise. So sad. Know what's sadder? I am making my own shirt with a logo on it from the show. Sadder still? All my friends saw what I was doing(how did they find out dammit? Was it the "Hey! Look what I'm doing!
" that tipped them off? Hmmm
) and now they all want one too! I am a production line. Yeee!
So happy. I am a big nerd. But so are all my friends so its all great and wonderful. I will walk around campus in my shirt and all the nerds will go 'Hey! Wow! Hehe." and everyone else will have not clue. I find this kind of sneakily hilarous. Like a little secret I will have. *insert evil laughter here*
Well, what can I bitch about this week? Um, school sucks
, apart from when I hang with Elvis. I had to sit next to Duchess in psych class and felt horrendiously guilty the whole time for saying I was prettier than her in my Drunken Formal Blog. Also a little silly
, because she was wearing an extraordinarily short skirt and she looked very fine indeed. I could take it back, but I won't
. Because I am prettier. And I'm saying this sober. She's sexier though, I'll give her that. Dammit. And she has great legs, not matter what Erin says. 
I was non-seriously mad at Elvis for not showing up in class this morning. It was our Asia lecture and I was sitting with some friends, waiting for him to show up. Then this weird guy who likes me even though he texts me all the flaming time and I never text back and still doesn't get that I don't like him, came and sat next to me (Elvis and I call him Muse Guy because he asked me once to be his muse for photography. I don't know what kind of photos he had in mind but I can guess
. Because every time we talk he basiclly asks me to sleep with him).Then he proceeded to give me a very un-subtle, slow look over and said "You're looking good lately". Yuk
. And worse "So..are you still single?" I was in the middle of sending Elvis a hate message when Megz rang me. I crept out the back of the lecture theatre and Elvis and Megz and I skipped class and went out for the day. We had McDonalds and saw that Russian movie 'Nightwatch'. It was cool and everything, but it was freaked out in a major way.
It was a great day! Next time we're going bowling! I am excited.
I emotionally blackmailed my Asia and the Pacific tutor into giving me an extension for an oral presentation. I feel bad
, what with the shaking and the crying and the distraughtness I nearly faked with her and how nice she was to me. But I now have some extra time which is great. So the end justifies the means as long as I knock that bloody Jimmini cricket off my shoulder... little bastard.
Well, I'm sure I'll have more stuff to say later
. Until then, remember:
When you can't run anymore, you crawl. And when you can't crawl, you find some to carry you...
Love and bushels of tea from
Sugarburn
xox
