I'm sick. Tis official.
Blocked nose, sore throat, coughing fits, the lot. I can't fucking breathe through my nose. Which means I can't talk very well as I croak out a few words and then stop for breath.
At least I get to stay off school - even if Daddles is convinced I won't spend the entire day on the computer. Eh, I'll look for money-making endeavours and things to sell. Fail that, the DS or even *gasp* a BOOK. Or worse, homework -.-
At least I have a fellow sickie (hi, Meme!) though I think she might have it worse than me. Vomiting (or almost, at least) doesn't sound too fun >.<

Mo, our dog, just had like some sort of spastic fit. He was wobbling all over and he couldn't put weight on the leg that was operated on (a month and a bit back, he had an operation to put a steel plate in one of his back legs - the left? - and it's still not completely healed) so dad took him down to the vets. The vet says he's okay (thank god!) and now he's having blood tests. Poor Mo.

The iPod still isn't back, but Apple says they will REPLACE it. Instead of repairing it. YESSSSSSH. New iPod. Without the scratches or dents or dead home button. So I'm getting an invisible skin for it (like a screen protector but both front and back) so it will stay shiny. I never use my silicon skin (tempted to give it to Rah, as she's lost hers and hers is old, icky, pink and make for iPhone 1st gen methinks...)

Yes this has no structure or anything. It's randomful. Who are you, Mrs Barnard?

Some dicks stole our LETTERBOX. Our faded headless horse letterbox that would have been ten on November 20th (or around about). They must have been blind robbers. Who would want that piece of junk? None the less, it was a piece of family history. Ish. One of the things Dad would go "when I get around to it" for replacing the head. Dad replaced it with a dark green letterbox that blends into the gigantanormanous hedge (I would say IT'S ALIVVVEEEE, but it's meant to be. Being a bunch of trees and all.) He's screwed it in with roughly twenty screws to the post thing. I think it's supposed to have three.

I want to steal Rah's piano music (she has a hell of a lotta amusing stuffs) but her photocopier is apparently fucked and they actually play piano semi-regularly. *cough*unlike me*cough*solo performance in a few weeks*cough*

My newest idea for a NEEEEW LAPTOP ish working at mums work. I mean, they only have 30,000 bags to be retaped. That's more than enough work for me. So I figured out that if I go for a few weeks in the Christmas holidays I should have more than enough for, say, a MacBook. Though the white MacBook has gone up to $2000 (from $1800). Rah says that it's because the casing on them were fucked up and they had to replace them.. eh. Do I care? It went up in price *sob*
So if I do end up getting anything I'll probably go with a Dell Inspiron laptop (they come in BLUE. Though not teal or sea green or anything) but it's okay I guess. And Windows 7 so I can finally leave XP behind... how many years have I dealt with this shit? my laptops riddled with viruses, fully cracked and everything. I get the "blue screen of doom" roughly twice a day... =\ not good..
Mums AWESOME idea *cough*it sucks*cough* is for me to be a fucking model. Like Chante was. Like promotional, Farmers catalogue model. One problem - Chante is stunning. I'm.. well, not. So there goes that idea xD
Wait - anyone know how well it pays? No? Well, nevermind I guess.


Oh crabapples. Meme's iPod's voice recorder is working. So I'm expecting an evil laugh to come in email format...



I shall now go and try to fix the foosball table to sell it and take pictures of the helmet (to sell that too).