The WORST.

Here's a list of a few things that are/will be bothering me in the not-too distant future.

- I want a pet ALOT. (see above) (if you haven't any idea what an ALOT is, read http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com = best blog created. Also created the alot.)

- I have a Veronicas song in my head. I haven't heard it since yesterday (on She's The Man, don't judge me or anything, thinking I actually have it on my iPod or something) and it's terrible because I actually want to sing along.

- My acrylic nails are growing out. They're at that stage where they look stupid. But I don't want to rip them off, that hurts.
Although I won't pay $20 to have them taken off, that's a waste of money and quite frankly my method keeps my wallet happy.

- There is a bug harrassing my personal space bubble. He's raping my eyesight and continuously flying onto the computer screen, just to shit me.
I don't like it.

- I read a blog today about 'squidwards suicide' (link is on my facebook) and needless to say I will never look at Spongebob or the company/ its creators the same way again.
I don't care if its bogus; someone actually thought up that whole thing and that's just wrong.

- It's getting warmer. Which means I'll have to remove several of the doonas from my bed. Plus, it'll mean it gets more annoying straightening my hair. I HATE straightening my hair on hot days.
But then again, it looks pretty squiffy naturally so that's incentive enough I suppose.

- I don't know who gave me this cough.
I wish I did. I want to introduce my knee to their groin.

- Camp (aka impending doom) is looming in the future.
I will actually cut off a limb to avoid going.

- I re-dyed the pink in my hair on saturday. That's the third time in three weeks.
The bottle is now empty.
I don't want it to fade so quickly again, I didn't rate being a half-ranga.

- I'm wasting my life. I'm still single. There's so many guys who I could go out with and I always want the ones I haven't a chance with. *cue facepalm*

- There's no more fudge left.
Granted, I ate the last piece so I should be angry at myself for not thinking of FUTURE me and future me's general well-being and happiness. But I didn't think of that then.
So now present me is angry at past me for not thinking of future me.

- I'm running out of wallspace on my walls for pictures of sexy, sexy people.
Considering taking down my Busted/ Son of dork wall considering I don't listen to them anymore/think they're pretty lame.

- I still have two and a bit years left at Aitken College.
Fuuuucka school. I'm so sick of the rules.
neither my hair colour, piercings, dress length etc will affect my learning. Please stop getting ones' underwear in a knot about it.

That's almost it I think guys..
thanks for staying conscious.

Until the next blog.

<3 effy.