.juiced out.
6:46 p.m. || 2005-02-24
[mood: indifferent. 
]
A Mactintosh works alot more different than a normal PC. The actual site looks like a terrible mess on a Mac, so I can't really wait for my laptop to return. That'll be Saturday. My laptop was sent away to fix the faulty battery that makes it a little less portable than it's meant to be. Which is a good thing once they come back, and I hope they don't mess with anything that's inside.
I miss having to type in the mornings as per usual to increase a little blood flow to my head. Broke, bored and being locked in my home doesn't really seem to work out as the ideal lifestyle for me. Although, I think I would rather much prefer it whereever I'm ending up.
The media isn't giving any hints of the O Level results. A large proportion of the student population at my level has already told me that tomorrow was the date that ther results would be released. But I guess it's been grace that's postponed the death row sentence a little later to prolong the anticipation and agony running through all our veins. Stake me now, I can't take this waiting any more. I don't know whether to be excited or have a piss-in-my-pants marathon.
Don't mind the way I type, the slayer-slang is getting to me. A whole season of Buffy for two straight days can do things to you. But at least it's better than the half-chinese half-singlish blends I've been hearing in school.
I feel that I'm missing out on alot of things if I don't get out more often. I'm not sure. Honestly, I wish it'd be easier to split into three and go everywhere.
I miss getting some stories done on the laptop. It's been bothering me alot.
I admire some relationships all around. Like the charming father-daughter thing going on with Faith and Mayor Wilkins. I don't know, but I only love BtVS because of the pretty realistic pictures of life they paint. Also, can't help but laugh at puns and abnormal teenage behaviour. Guess it's all about relating to people.
The worst kind of cravings aren't really those that balloon your body two sizes bigger but those that cause your wallet to wither and flake away. I have a DVD craving, and a movie craving, and that is not a good thing.
I painted my nails black and mom made alot of noise about it. Recall baton up butt.
Sometimes I wonder if life is really worth remembering, like if there's a real point in blogging. I have over 600 entries. Is any of them going to come back to me?
Bahh. I should reserve the thinking for when I enter poly or somewhere like that.
No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! ~Buffy, "I Only Have Eyes For You"
