

I have finally glued my serious cap to my big head, so therefore, thesis paper is progressing. I have a minimum of 50 pages to produce....HA HA HA HA!!! Jokes on me ey? Well, it wont be half bad once I get all my results cos I sure do have lots. I feel like proper bloggin tonight. Release therapy, you dig?!!! Everyone is out cos it's friday night...and the male Jezebels have started sms'ing me. "What are we doing tonight?"...Errrr...How about you come and type my paper for me while I find more references. Nonsense people. So, Vindi decided to bless us with guest appearance...Awww...thanks sweerie pie. This crust on my bread is rather annoying. He is so predictable. He sends a text every day saying "What's up".......whats up??? Like, don't u feel a tad bit ridiculous asking me what's up everyday??? Mind you, I get charged for receiving text messages o. And yesterday text 1 read "Hey"!!!....I wanted to throw my phone at the next store attendant that came to ask me if I needed help. I didn't reply, and then came text two "whats up"...Arrrrggghhhhh! (*%^$&*%(&@U)#U)U@$)U_)@$_).
So when we grow older, will we all wear Pyjamas? I wear only t-shirts or boy shorts or jumpers to bed, but then momsie and popsie shop for night wear. Hmmm...I seriously doubt I'll be making any of those lingering purchases in the future.
I have a pseudo-problem. I feel like my very good friend has been snatched away by the real world. So I had a crush on this one boy, and Me n 'him' made a pact back in secondary school that we'd get married if we weren't already hooked by 27. Who would have thought that my 'male' buddy would get married before me!!!....Unpredictables of this world just take me by surprise every time. I'm actually very thrilled that he is married with a little boy, but I'm not too happy with the fact that for one, I haven't even met his wife and two, I haven't seen his kid...Not even a picture. And it always seems like I'm the one who tries to keep our friendship going but it dies, and then i try to revive it all the time. I'm done trying now. It hasn't gotten us anywhere thus far. I miss him though and I'll cherish the memories....sush hiz life hinnit!?!?
I want a puppy so bad. This is all LB's fault. He recently adopted a cat and named her Amari. I get to watch both of them bond via video mail and they r so adorable when they fight. So, yes, I have puppy blues. I want a white west highland terrier. Since my birthday is around the corner and I can't depend on the men in my life to buy me the right gifts at the right time, I might buy myself a little pup :-) My blood vessels feel constricted now that I'm actually considering it. But i know i won't do it. I'm not ready for a long term relationship right now. My heart has been punctured once already and if I knew what a cardiac arrest felt like, I'd have to say having a deflated heart feels much worse.
I watched Marley & Me 2 nights ago...over and over...I cried boyyyyyyyy...lol. It had a greater effect on me than Slum dog millionaire. I guess because I relate better to the dog story than to the love story. Bidders beware, when it comes to matters of the heart, LP is emotionally and physically unavailable o. I'd rather be numb sha, than go through that shit again...damn. I near died of a stomach ulcer last year. from d madness...lol. How do you people survive after ending several relationships?
Oooo...so I have a crush on two guys and they are both beautiful. Those dudes can never be single although their facebook info states otherwise...lol. I don't believe everything I see on there but I sure hope that bit is positively true. Thats enough revelation for the night....treasure it o, cos I wont be this open for the next few months :-)
Back to siting references *sigh* Nite nite my comupter friends. Vindi, B'Cup, SD, Roc and d newest commenter on Life b4 French, Tiwa.