Washi books
Thursday, March 18, 2004
 
Da 'I suck' Rant, Mark Two!
Or not. I think I been a little messed up this week.

I've spent the entire week thinking it was next week. Yes, I'd managed to transpose myself a week into the future. I spent most of this week convinced it was... well, next week. Until today, when someone who was supposed to be there next week wasn't , thereby allerting me to my error.

You think I'd notice a little something like being transposed a week ino the future.

I think mum's going to Brisbane in March. She hasn't told me so, but I have an email reciept for a couple of tickets.

I completely forgot Nu's birthday. I feel really bad about that - I found out about it almost a month ago, and I said to myself 'Now, I should remember that and get her something. Or at least draw some happy birthday art. She's a nice girl after all.'

And I forgot -_- Very, very bad puppy.

When I get game programming skillz, the first thing I'm gonna do is create that 'Whack-A-Washi' game I keep talking about - Then all can indulge the joy of pelting me over the head :P I should probably start messing around with the game maker program that Travis is using. For shcool, I think - I can't think why else he's writing reports on help forums.

I've been really out of it. I should start putting more effort into these interpersonal relationship thingies I'm supposed to be working at.

Oh shit, that reminds me - I was supposed to call Zoe up yesterday.

See what I mean? I keep forgetting things and fecking stuff up... You'd think at some point I'd go 'Oh hey, maybe I should start actually paying attention to what the fuck I'm doing, hey?'

Instead, all I really want to do is sleep -_-. Or at least ly peacefully in my bed, no sudden stabs of whatever the fuck my brain has decided it would be fun to inflict upon my body. I believe my brain is waging a small war upon the rest of my body - and it doens't appear to have realised that it only damages itself. Maybe it likes that. My drug of choice - gross stupidity.

It comes by the gross now.

One of my teeth really, really kills. But not because of sweet stuff (Although the tooth behind it is screaming painfull with sugar), this one hurts when you touch it. It feels like the gum's receded and a nerv is exposed, or the nerves are really close to the enamel. I need to get that toothpaste I keep saying I will. Maybe I'll have a quick look tomorrow when I come into the city from uni - I've gotta pay my uni fees anyway.

My other browser crashed. Yay.

I got luggage. I'm trialing it as a replacement to my bag, which is heavy and probably not something that should be on my shoulders. The luggage can get awkward, and it gets a lot of funny looks, but I got a lot of funny looks for my fecking massive bag as well.

I left a folder in the x-terminal rooms for two days. I didn't realise it was gone. As I said, not really with it these days. I hear there was a time when I was only a bit of an air-head, rather then the complete and utter cloud-for-brains bimbo I am at the moment. Minus the blonde hair.

I've been working on a quick comic with Ashen lately during lectures. One more page to go. I know I should be TBEing - and I will go back to it, I do promise... well, myself I guess. I know no-one else really cares - I expect most people who even know about it are just sort of knodding and going 'Yes Washi, watever you say now'.

I want a hug -_- Bah.

My lyrics file has reached 418 pages.



"And they wonder sometimes when they see all the sadness and pain the truth brings to light "
~Sarah McLachlan, Black

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