#whyxcalizorzwhy

why would you remove your mass effect 3 playthroughs from youtube?! it was the only decent playthrough available because
a) the other boys play like pussies and
b) the amount of swearing accompanying your playthrough was hilarious
c) oh, you were awesome as fuck at insanity level

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

postscript: poor xcalizorz :(

#twelveyearsofpianolessonsgone

So there was a piano at the wharf today. Which is kinda cool because the city's a bit hip like that and they like to put a painted piano on the wharf for people passing by to randomly tinkle on it. Of course, the majority are kids who are simply dying to show off what they've learnt at the Saturday Music Centre from their Bastien music books. I'll refresh your memory in case you don't remember. But my purple book is clearly emblazoned into my memory.

Anywho, I decided to have a wee tinkle and twelve years of piano tuition promptly abandoned me. And all I was reduced to playing was that annoying song, well duet. You know the one. The one with the damned four chords that EVERYONE knows. 

fjksdfjksdfkjfkfdkj 

#HOLLAH

Enough said.

#hollah....I hope

No such email has made an appearance in my email inbox. Med3 beckons plsplsplspls...

#fuckyou'rearetard

that was directed to myself. the state of my relationship is currently as happy as puppies and i'd say that i'm only responsible for 20% of that happiness.

#yayfortrustissues

yay. spiral
      of
         doom.
             internal
                 monologue.
                       r
                         u
                           m
                              i
                                n
                                   a
                                      t
                                        e............

#heliotrope

thyme, it grows on by as the seconds tick,

if only i had gained wisdom and sage.

but i still have much foolishness within me,

my imagination grows wild with possibilities.

if but a clove would ward off past ghosts,

that haunt my dreams of a white picket fence. 

there are seeds of doubt to be sown and grown,

an apple hanging off that branch once more.

or will your eye catch the ivy growing instead,

and cast your gaze upon the myrtle on the ground?

#whoneedsahaircurler

Honestly, who does? Compare taking half an hour to ten minutes to curl my hair. I should've converted ages ago.
Also, managed to find E. his graduation present, wandering into a store which had an introductory 50% of all items, and a pair of new earrings aaaand managing to find a book at the library which has been elusive to find makes for a lovely day.

(honestly though, you'd think with a refit which has meant that the library has had to relocate to a much smaller premises and thus, offer only a very small selection of books would mean that I would have great difficulty finding books that I've been looking for... but noooooo, each and every time I've been in, I've managed to find a book that I've been hunting for ages for).

postscript

iTunes, sort your shit out. I would like to legitimately purchase something but unfortunately, that item is not available in NZ. you are practically asking me to find myself a pirated version.
why on earth are some items are available in the US/UK stores and not elsewhere?

p.s. i also love dropbox because all my photos are immediately ferried to my laptop. so fuck you, SD card.

#technologicallyineptftw

so when my samsung galaxy s3 decided to crash on me and display a message informing me that my SD card had met its untimely end, i was like

a) what have i stored on my SD card and 

b) will i lose it all

c) mainly, will i lose all my messages

because of my OCD tendencies, i decided that i would reformat my SD card (ergo, lose everything i had stored on it) to remove the annoying message up the top of my phone. 

clearly, not understanding my phone's memory capabilities was advantageous because i clearly didn't know how to utilise my SD card... because there was nothing on it to lose when i reformatted my phone.

end of the day: me: 1, phone: 0. 

and if my phone keeps busting moves like this, i'm going to seriously consider dumping it and getting an iPhone. 

#don'twantholidaystoend

Read above.


I'm happy. He makes me happy. I can't quite decide whether or not I want to come back here for my clinical years. I suppose where he is, I'll be happy... insertsappyshit.
But it's a blog. So I'm allowed to put up sappy shit. However, it irks me immensely when people treat Facebook like a journal because you're just asking for people to gossip about you.

Also, after a month of no carbs during one meal a day, is that a thigh gap I finally see?! Legit. Maybe I don't need to return to the gym after all...