i'm genuinely trying hard to remember to write in here every day. if i can manage it for 30 days it'll then be habitual, and then i'll bastardise the habit into compulsion, and i'll never forget again.

anyway, i just did my first manicure with false nails, and lord it looks awesome. i'm just having trouble typing even though they're the "short" length. short my arse, it feels like i have things the length of cocktail sticks stuck to the ends of my fingers. like edward scissorhands or some shit.

it's a pink base with a black tip, like a french manicure but with awesome colours. i wish i'd thought of this when i was in 6th form or something, it would have been epixxxxx.

my plan for next week isn't really exciting. tomorrow is liono's birthday thing, so we're off for an excursion to the pub (not the inn) to get a few drinks down us. this should be exciting as the last time liono and i got drunk in the same room *bad* things happened. and not like that kinda bad but still. not good.

for some reason i have just reminded myself of a "that kinda bad" situtation i got into with ghetto girl. and if you know about one, it's not that one.

anyway, that should be fun and games, and then sunday is the day of rest. meaning i am going to sleep all day. well, some of the day. i believe fandango and i are going to be doing some "photoshoot" thing and that'll probably be sunday considering she's only here for the weekend.

monday is going to be hanging around the homestead, cleaning and that and possibly doing some christmas/hanukkah shopping online. maybe play a little warcraft and again, getting over the throat aids. tuesday will be spent in st albans jobhunting, and wednesday will be spent in luton jobhunting. then thursday will be spent in welwyn jobhunting, and friday, oh glorious friday, will be spent in hatfield. jobhunting.

looking for work is like a full time job. except you can smoke almost whenever you want.

and you don't get paid.

man i'm gonna miss that.

i'm also going to miss the passion christmas... thing? party? whatever. i'm really bummed 'cause i miss spending time with tishtosh, the princess and ghetto girl. i don't think the princess trusts me as much as she should, i'm a bit worried about her, she seems so stressed and i'm a bit angry with things she's accused me of and spoken to the other girls about. i'd rather let it go though, if she's stressed or angry about something else. it's so much easier to just let things go, supposedly. plus i don't want to be a dick over something that was probably too small to be acknowledged in the first place.

i'm a little peeved with tishtosh that it took her so long to tell me, and ghetto girl too actually. they both speak to me often enough. it seems a bit daft.

lalala unemployment ahoy.

xx