Life's pretty dandy.
At the moment I'm happy, and I think that's all that matters.

SO alot of things have changed these past weeks. And for me, I believe it was for the better, because I haven't felt this cheerful in a long time. Or really since Libby and I bought those Chinese Yoyos. (Good fucking times).

So Elyce and I aren't friends anymore. As far as I'm concerned, she can go die in a hole. The same goes with 'Akki' who I thought was a good friend of mine too. I've realised no matter HOW close you are with someone, you can never ever trust them 100%. I hardly trust anyone anymore, but hey, things are still great.

Mum's getting a bigger stomach by the day. A few weeks ago she got her ultrasound and found out it was a boy. Big shocker considering she was hoping for another girl haha. The doctor told her it was a boy and she didn't believe her, so the man doctor came in and said it wasn't a boy, it was a horse! (refering to the rather large pee pee). That made my day. Now dad can't stop telling everyone that by the time Kody (that's what they're naming him) is my age, he'll me off 'shaggin' my friends haha. EW.

I have also decided that I'm going to get my p's before I decide to move out. When thinking about it, you'll need to go shopping, get to work etc. So I think that's quite a good plan at the moment. So every week starting in two weeks I'm going to have a lesson every week or so just to get these hours up. And while I'm off working, I can put money towards moving out and getting my own car (although I'm hoping the parents will get me one haha, I can dream).

HOLY fuck, my throat is sore! When getting the wisdoms out I was freaking out hardcore. Mum, Brad and I were at the hospital at 6.15am on the bloody dot so we'd get in early. I didn't go in until almost 11am. Gah. Anyways, before I got them out, I had to go in this little room and take all my clothes off and put on this nappy thing and a hospital gown. It was so gross. After panadol and stuff, they put me in a bed where I had to wait before they wheeled away, and THEY COULDN'T FIND A VEIN SO MY HAND/ARM IS COMPLETELY BRIUSED :'( But all was good in the end (so I thought), until a few days later I looked in the mirror at my mouth and my whole mouth was black full of bruises. I already look like a chipmonk, so I thought it couldn't get worse. Until last night, my throat was killing me so mum took me to the hospital here in Warwick, where this man, prances out in jean shorts and fucking thongs! Not even joking. I tried to keep a straight face. I got another needle and my 7th box of medication (yummy, NOT) and it's feeling sooo much better :)

Ah, sorry for the needless rant everyone, but I don't even think anyone reads this, unless ROBERT WAUGH manages to stalk me on yet another social networking site. Haha. Hope you're all well out there, and if you see this before Wednesday Libby, good luck for your operation! Sorry if I creeped you out about my experience, but I had interns and fucking asians :L

Have a good night yall!
xo