so ive reaquainted my love with thom york and his fantabulous band. the love was always there. it never left. i just ignored it while he wasnt present. funny how life imitates art and then other times (when i would be perfectly happy for it to do so) it doesnt.

im making no sense to any of you who may be reading this. i do apologise. im so incredibly tired. i would have had to have gone to sleep yesterday at midday and wake up tomorrow at 8 in order to catch up on the amount of sleep ive lost over the last few weeks. i love sleep. lack of it makes me want to spew. too much of it makes me sleepy. its a cruel world in which we live.

i took some really cool photos last wednesday while incredibly drunk at the brewser and custos. ill put them up as soon as i get them off my camera. my computer is stuffing up tho which sucks. not as much as the fact that my fucking dvd player decided last saturday that it would no longer open. thus stopping me from watching any dvds on the comfy lounge. pooey technology.

right. im off to:
eat loads of roast veggies with gravy
avoid sleep so i can read
watch a movie on dads lap top in my bed
eat my home-made apple pie covered in home-made baileys (cause theres no custard)
try ringing kate again
have fun with grammar for my class tomorrow (im a nerd, i love grammar)
check blackboard
call my dog by her real name, dirty pirate hooker