You know what?

I might be moving back to blogger. I sincerely do like wordpress much better (what with all the pages and the cool side bar), but I kind of miss making layouts that make them boiz go crazy.

You think I should give pinkhatsarelove another shot?

I lover Bden.

ROFL. All I can say, really.

Time to pull a wentz out.

It’s eating me inside realising how much I miss my friends, and how much they probably don’t miss me.

I woke up this morning and realised with absolute face melting dread that I haven’t seen cheryl for about a month. I realised with a pang that could break my spine that I haven’t seen Luvina do something retarded for about a month.

I also realised with a crying shame that I haven’t seen my beef for a month too.

I’ve basically been stuck at home doing nothing, and it’s embarrassing.

P.S: I think it’s kind of sad that my blog has only had 1,425 hits since it first started, which was in june.

Pretention and it’s fallacy

Yes, pretention is all about masks. You think I’m really stuck up, but I’m just afraid. People assume I think I’m better than they are because I don’t talk to them, but really, I’m just shy (either that or they realise I just don’t like people very much, but they don’t back off and try to prise open my reluctant shell of a person).

I’d tell them to bugger off, but then I’d break my shy streak.

I don’t really know what this is about.

Honestly

Drank champagne out of a paper cup, got fed fruit mouth to mouth by someone I’d only just met, ate greasy sausages with my fingers (which were barbequed in the rain by Francis), watched some lady get drunk, got completely soaked, ruined my heels.

One of the most honestly fun nights of my life.

I made me some monayz.

My first pay check came up to a grand total of $1900.

I lover myself. Well, not really, because they’re probably not hiring me after this. I made too many mistakes. You have no idea. I met some pretty cool people though. Whatev, as long as I get my money, I’m all good.

I have half a mind to get the new Canon EOS 0834917635731, but that’s going to cost me a lot of expense, and I guess I should hold back and buy miscellaneous items of varying non-importance as my dear dear mother would rather I do.

We’ll get to measure my piquancy (I’ve used that word twice in the past couple of days. I feel satisfyingly conceited, then again, my need to feel intelligent and important is quite the insatiable caged demon. Idk) with what I buy. Major picspam, I swear.