Ah geez. I hate me sometimes!!
I had yet another 21st to go to last night, out of town. Was pretty good, however, I had to do a cinderella and vanish as the clock struck 12. Pah. Not such a big fan of assignments... really am not. But, I needed to sleep in my own bed, surrounded by my own blankets, rather than rocky lumpy cold dirt to camp on.

Even though I left early, the night was really great. The feed was awesome, the trailer full of beer/ice was amazing, and I got to see alot of people I hadn't seen for a while. Got to speak to Justin, Wrighty, Cody, Kimlin(s), and heaps of other people that I hadn't had a chance to catch up with, for ages and ages.

Even though, last night was all about how to act around your Ex, while still trying to be normal, and have fun with your friends. I dont think I got that memo, or else, somebody forgot to clue me in. There were just too many awkward moments, and too many times where I wanted to go talk to somebody... yet... couldn't due to the conversation they were curently in. Bah. And then there were the throwaway lines that I caught.
"Yeah, better go or else you'll turn into a pumpkin."

Lines from the Ex where, had they have come from anybody else, I'd have turned around and flamed them. I guess its hard to do with the Ex who knows all the chinks in the armour, and could reduce my confidant facade to a smouldering heap within about 3 nanoseconds.... dahfuckit.

In any case, Cinderella never turned into a fucking pumpkin anyway. *hmph*

So, I made a hasty retreat. I drove home at 12.30am, by myself, muttering under my breath about wankerfaced turdheads and how I suck at facing up to my problems. I'm my own worst enemy sometimes!!

Anyhow...
No news from Bikeboy, and I'm not really holding my breath, as I wouldn't be too interested in a girl who took me home, only to feed me vast quantities of water, either. Bugger.
Oh well. If nothing else, I gained another 'friend', and avoided another "Ex" factor. All good. Ex's suck.

A particular dickhead decided to try and email bomb me with many instances of his own ugly mug. Needless to say, after the first three instances of this, I began to cry. And then deleted the other 30 copies from my server as fast as I could.

To this I respond: NO COMP.ENG.3 NOTES FOR YOU!!!!!
*bahahahaha*

My current tasks are to deal with a Project Appreciation report, and also to deal with an Advanced Digital Communications assignment. Both kinda due on Friday.
Oh... why cant they invent a 10 day week?