sooooo it's 10:30am, i just woke up and i'm having a cup of tea with whiskey in it to try fix my cold. no idea how those grannies that live to be 100 swear by this cuz it tastes so fucking shit.
one month and 1 hour til we're on the houseboat. back on centrelink since i called them and told them my course details and shit too. bring it on motherfuckersssss
holy fuck last night was good. got a funny feeling that seeing them at the arthouse will be slightly better though. somehow i think i'm about done doing everything i wanted with my life.
i'm so fucking bored. i don't wanna fucking work tonight, it's cold again. i wanna stay home, stuff my face, play fifa and do homework. instead i have to deal with fuck wits from braybrook for like the 5th saturday in a row. i hope it's quiet so lots of cricket can be played.