You Can Love Yourself Too
It's not quite 6am, it's not even 3.
My plans for a real all-nighter remain unachieved. Sure, I could actually hand my History Extension Major Work draft tomorrow actually.. polished, but that would defeat the purpose of a first draft, wouldn't it? Yes, and the three-oh hour is the 'my eyes will be all red and scratchy tomorrow if I don't get to shut them' time.
Just felt like saying post-midnight, coffee induced greetings, especially to Anthony, if you're reading *waves*. The impending social weekend plans are quite hectic, as movie times for X3 are convoluted against us (ie. around Carmen's flute lesson). I excuse myself if I don't make any sense, by the way.
Definately pub crawling to the 24 hour Maccas tomorrow, wait, today night.. Look out! Oh no, ohhh yes.
I managed to skim read two 400+ page books on Mussolini Today Tonight, so feel proud of me. I do.
Favourite tunes of the times are on My Space, which I was unable to fight for any longer. It's like my friendship with Kyle: a love-hate relationship without the love. I don't like it, it doesn't like me (professing this dislike through inability to operate), we're all good. Am I still devious and crafty?
Oh yes.
Sigh. We'll all scatter like yesterday's breadcrumbs before pidgeons. *Imagines the outcome(s) of that.* Ew.