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GIPish
It's nice to know that my years at high school have given me such a good ability to find procratination methods where none previously existed.
I spent last night creating iTunes playlists and attemting to make icons of myself. Most of these attempts failed. Two have been uploaded, including this little portrayal of the Curls O'Doom. (My hair is a bit blonder than that, and my eyes aren't actually the same colour as my lips. Just so you know.)
Chem reading? What chem reading?
Also: groceries COST SO MUCH WAH
What Prince of Egypt DVD? Huh? *shoves under piles of paper*
Housemate is making Anzac biscuits. Much as I love you all, fresh biscuits sort of win out.
ETA: You wish you had my biscuits. My biscuits are orgasmic.
I spent last night creating iTunes playlists and attemting to make icons of myself. Most of these attempts failed. Two have been uploaded, including this little portrayal of the Curls O'Doom. (My hair is a bit blonder than that, and my eyes aren't actually the same colour as my lips. Just so you know.)
Also: groceries COST SO MUCH WAH
Housemate is making Anzac biscuits. Much as I love you all, fresh biscuits sort of win out.
ETA: You wish you had my biscuits. My biscuits are orgasmic.
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i was JUST thinking how much i felt like anzac cookies. am now filled with hate instead of biscuits. *wibble*
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*sniggers*
Lunch for biscuit?
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See?
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tomorrow midday?
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Tomorrow midday... bio lecture. Um.
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*grins unmercifully*
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*wishes that I can eat your biscuits too*
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