More Musings

My dad's ceased his snoring. I sigh in relief.

Sunday radio is full of repeats, d'you know? 92.9 is, anyway. I just heard ''Apologize'' - how old is that song? Still good, however.
That reminds me, gotta upload my music to my phone. :D


10 minutes later ....

I've been sitting here trying to transfer some pics from my phone to this laptop ... but for some weird reason the Bluetooth won't detect the comp. Sucks.
The reason I've wasted ten minutes of my life?
My mates have always told me I look great in sunnies. Now I dunno whether they're just being nice, or whether I actually do, but to get your opinion, I wanted to upload some pics of me (posing) with sunnies. =P
Yeah, well, guess you missed out.
They'll be up soon, as soon I get them over here the old fashioned way. (No, not by mail. By USB.)

Easter Sunday.

The Drama peeps are having fun, apparently.

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How's Melbourne? I presume you've arrived

Yeah, tis hell good. We just went shopping, want anything? A monkey?

No thank you, already have one of those: my brother. Have fun, go nuts!
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A Monkey, I ask you? The thought that counts anyway.

In other news - I just had mint icecream. Boy is it good.
Can't really write much, dad's snoring on the couch, and it kinda gets under your skin, ya know?

Now that that's outta the way

Oh, you're still here? Either you're a fellow person who has no life, or are genuinely interested in my scribblings.
Here's hoping its the latter.

Second day into the Easter hols, and I'm bored outta my skull. Got a new phone, courtesy of Dad.
Meet the Motorokr E8. :D My life's that much better now.








Drama Tour leaves today, at what time I have no idea, but they leave today. I had a cry. I want to be on that plane. Hope they have tons of fun, and give those John XVII peeps hell. :D

Movies today, at 8. Should I or shouldn't I? It's a tricky question, on one hand, the antics of Inspector Clouseau (sp?) or on the other, extreme boredom.
[Well, there's always The Fast and The Furious 4 - gawk at the girls and whistle at the cars.]
Some of my female friends have expressed interest in watching Zac Efron disrobe in 17 Again - it makes no sense.

Guess what?

'Tis quite possible that this blog will never be read by anyone other than me. It's also possible that I might let this blog fall into ashes and dust within a week. It's also possible that you, dear reader, are shaking your head right now and going, ''No one cares.''
It feels good writing crap down anyway, so I'm going to.
And of course, if you read it, leave a comment, even if to say, ''Get a life.'' (It's quite possible I won't have one.)