To Always Sing Hope

I miss you, short stuff.

...

Unhinged? Honey, I'm five metres from the door.
Any last threads keeping my sanity tied are long gone.
With the amount of coffee in my system, I should open a cafe.

And all in the name of One-thousand-Six-hundred-and-Thirty-Nine words.

It's done though, so therefore E = MC(Happyface-squared.)

*yawn*

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

One cup of coffee

= 146 words in my essay and 2 successful games on Intermediate Minesweeper.

I wish I could go get more coffee... (Holy Fridge, I'm addicted) but Dad varnished our stairs today (hence seperating my bedroom from the kitchen.)

Getting up the stairs you have go Spiderman-style up the wall and reach for Dad's hand.

Going down the stairs you have to get a run up and then leap downstairs, and if your name happens to be Aimee,you stack the landing and mess up your knee.

'You shouldn't do those kinds of things when you know you're clumsy.'

So? I drink milk don't I?

'I'm not even going to bother.'

Love you voice.

'I'm leaving.'

Hehe. Even the voices in my head think I'm nuts.
Oh. Did anyone else watch YourGen tonight? I lolled all over the floor at the Hillary Clinton nutcracker.

Me want coffee. Addictface.

You got everybody actin' crazy.

(8): High Life Scenery - The Rocket Summer

Mood: Less glum than before.

So my super awesome short film is a failure, because everyone is lazy. (Ok, so a few people are genuinely unable to be there, but so many people just said: Nah, I can't be a***ed.)

Grrrrrrraaaaahhhh.

So now I'll just have to use my King Lear puppet's idea. Seriously *ML.

My Critical Essay is so... Let's just not go there.

High school is driving me mad. Hehehehehehehehehehe )': *rocks back and forth*

My television and I are friends again now.

Back to my puppets, I suppose.

Me= Completelymadface.

Welcome Home.

This blog was going to be about how much I love having my little television on my room, but as of ten minutes ago I have become not so sure if I enjoy this...

Innocently I went to turn the on/off volume knob, thinking I was going to be entertained by Scrubs, one of my favourite shows. This was not the case however as that Jamie Oliver's "lets-show-people-what-happens-in-an-abbatoir" show was on instead. I will spare you the gruesome details of what I saw, but let you know that I have not yet come to a conclusion as to whether crying or throwing up would be more appropriate.

This is why I was a vegetarian for so long, people!

Now that I will not be able to sleep for the next 5 days, I think I might make a substantial dent in the amount of English work I still have to do. Grrrrr.....

This is why I hate English so much, people!

'You have issues.'
:O Voice! You're back! Where you been, buddy?
'Serious issues. You need help.'
I missed you voicey. :)

TV up until about 2o minutes ago. Happyface.

Potato and Gravy *drools*

I hate not blogging. Maybe it's just me, but does anyone else feel guilty when they don't blog? Like forgetting about someone very important, leaving them behind somewhere, and when you come back to that place they're sitting there, sadly, silently screaming 'GUILT TRIP!'. Maybe this is just me.

We have a new washing machine and a newly renovated laundry. I think I might even start enjoying my chores... Hahahahaha. My mother wishes. :P

Talking of new, I have my very own... (Hmmm.... forget I said new...) television in my room. It is about 25 years old. The on/off knob doubles as the volume knob, it has a black-and-white screen, and the antenna is bigger than it. It's so cute, though. If doing so wouldn't result in it crumbling to peices, I'd give it a hug.

Tattoos and a switchblade attitude, maybe I'm addicted... :) *loving Nothing Personal (yet :P)*

I think I have swine flu, I feel so craptacular. Swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine flu.
Perhaps I am just making excuses to not get off my tushy and write my Critical Essay.

High school forever... No? What if I begged?...

Stella, would you take me home? Yeah I'm addicted.

Blogster. Happyguiltyface.