James & Georgie

Typing errors will be the death of me.

I had a problem with WordPress just then. It turned out to be a new plugin I installed that was causing the problem. When I found this out, I talked to James:

me: HOH
me: FUCK YOU PLUGIN
me: FUCK YOU
James: *PLUG*
me: but i loved that plugin
me: it betrayed me :’(
me: it was poo. I liked that plugin; it put a little icon next to external links like in UTS online :)
me: :(
James: ngawweee! time to move on.
me: and fix the plugin :@
me: give it a /bash
me: and a THURST
me: FUCK
me: FAIL
me: LOL
me: -.-
me: I’m not even going to post the correct emoticon.
me: It would be humiliation by far.
James: *nods* allow me.
James: THRUSTTHRUSTTHRUST
James: Under the flopping red cocks, we can stand erect with proud, outthrust bosoms.

I was intending to be funny and use a rather sexual emoticon of a guy thrusting. Fail. -__-

I did ballet for about seven years, since I was about 9 or 10 years old.

At the beginning of 2008, I stopped. The HSC got in the way and to be honest, I felt that I was losing interest in it because I didn’t have much time to enjoy it…

James has stayed with me through most of this and through me trying to convince my mum to let me go back and that it would NOT be a waste to go. <33

I’m so happy I could cry joyful tears; my mum finally let me go and I’ll be going back this week to work on and do my final exam in December. It’s a bit nerve-wracking because I only have a month to work on it. But, I’ll get there. :)

Next year, I will be able to volunteer my time as a student teacher to work on my teacher’s certificate… aw man. *joy*

OH MY GOD A COCKROACH CRAWLED ON MY HAND. Yeah, it was hiding on the back of a chopping board. So I flicked it onto a bench while freaking out, and shot a rubber band at it which broke off a long, hairy leg. Unfortunately I couldn’t finish him off because the force knocked him a few metres across the kitchen and under my mum’s computer desk.

Today, I wore my luckey holey shirt. It’s a cheap, raggedy shirt with holes in the front and back that have grown there over time. I’m very fond of the shirt, and it’s cool and light in summer. It’s all in all a very good shirt. Wuggs doesn’t like it, humof. Nobody does. They can’t understand just how damn comfortable it is, even today in the very hot weather I still felt okay.

You can eat my dog, you can eat my truck
But you eat my shirt, then you’re out of luck

Kill Zoidberg! Goodnight!

I don’t know why I have Carpenters’ music lying around – must be from the stuff my dad wants me to burn all the time. :S

James and I finished watching The Notebook, and it was great. I know I’ve watched it so many times before, but eh. ;D

I don’t like it when people go on about how long they’ve been together with their boyfriend or whatever. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve “been with” the person. You could be together for ten years but still not know everything there is to know about the person. You might not have even shared a kiss.

Similarly, you might have spent a couple of months with someone, but what you share is special. You might have had long talks over the phone every night.

In my case, I’ve known James for, well, six years. We’ve only been together for two, but we had a good friendship before then.

Hmm well you know what they say. Quality, not quantity. <3