Piano music is not condusive to improving my mood.
Listening: Heart Attack - Nerina Pallot
NaNo Words: Ahaha.
Dear diary. Mood: apathetic.
...No, I'm kidding.
Seeing as I'm locked in a tiny room on the fourth floor of the MUN Library, I figured that it would probably be to my advantage to update my blog. Because what's it been... a week? Yeah, something like that.
On to old news: the tattooing went through without a hitch. Well, I mean, it hurt. It hurt like a bitch. But aside from breaking a nail on the leather of the chair I was in, I survived it unscathed. Now I just need to survive the incessant itching, and I'll be cool.
The emo boat has docked at Port Icarus. Goddammit Kelilah. I love you deeply but you passed your unhappiness on to me like a hand-me-down shirt. My love life is the pits, and I know it. GAH.
Kelilah: Want to come with me to see Ben?
Icarus: ...Not really.
Kelilah: Aw, come on. I'm not letting you stay here!
Icarus: Kelilah you're rad and all but if I watch two people make out today I may just take a swan dive into traffic.
Kelilah: ...Fair enough.
My schedule for Saturday doesn't help. 8-5 at Wal-Mart, 6:30-?? being trained in waitressing.
I think I need something to eat.
Icarus either needs a coffee or to take up smoking.
NaNo Words: Ahaha.
Dear diary. Mood: apathetic.
...No, I'm kidding.
Seeing as I'm locked in a tiny room on the fourth floor of the MUN Library, I figured that it would probably be to my advantage to update my blog. Because what's it been... a week? Yeah, something like that.
On to old news: the tattooing went through without a hitch. Well, I mean, it hurt. It hurt like a bitch. But aside from breaking a nail on the leather of the chair I was in, I survived it unscathed. Now I just need to survive the incessant itching, and I'll be cool.
The emo boat has docked at Port Icarus. Goddammit Kelilah. I love you deeply but you passed your unhappiness on to me like a hand-me-down shirt. My love life is the pits, and I know it. GAH.
Kelilah: Want to come with me to see Ben?
Icarus: ...Not really.
Kelilah: Aw, come on. I'm not letting you stay here!
Icarus: Kelilah you're rad and all but if I watch two people make out today I may just take a swan dive into traffic.
Kelilah: ...Fair enough.
My schedule for Saturday doesn't help. 8-5 at Wal-Mart, 6:30-?? being trained in waitressing.
I think I need something to eat.
Icarus either needs a coffee or to take up smoking.
posted by Icarus at 7:45 AM
1 Comments:
Coffee. Definitely.
Next time she wants you to go with her to see hot Ben, just say you need to call me/come get me/find me/warp me in first. Then the PDA's (public displays of affection) will be less obvious, as we will be screaming in horror at birds and the like.
Yay!
--Jam
PS: I look AMAZING right now! I wish someone would do a model shoot with me so I had decent pics of myself. Any ideas?
PPS: The blogger beta thing is crappy. I wrote this already and had to rewrite it because I had to sign in differently or some retarjazz.
PPPS: Retarjazz is the word of the day.
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