As you all can see, my layout is screwed to the max, but being the html-noob I am, it's not going to be fixed any time soon, until my ugly Davo is free to do it for me. Haha.

Yesterday was the MIXTAPE at UNSW. The day started off with me heading out at around 3:50, and getting to the city at like 4:20. Met up with Leslie and Emily, handed out a resume to U-Tech, and then headed off to Myer to return my Proxycard and to ask Tanya to be my reference. But to my surprise, she resigned just a day ago, and according to Jimmy, it's a long story. So the whole floor has no manager, how SWEET is that! I asked Jimmy if I could continue working then, since the bitch that hates me is gone, but he said the paperwork has unfortunately all gone through. He told me to apply again for Casual like, NOW, and he'd pick my name out if it goes to him. Let's hope it does. So finished everything in Myer, and we headed to Tonia's kitchen in the International Food Court under Myer, and I had my beautiful lasagne. Had a nice chat with the two whores, until we decided to go get changed for the danceparty.

Lol, we felt bad for Leslie if he had to wait for us to do our makeup and blah blah, so we decided to all go into the parents' room, which was like, SO NICE. There was a couch and a massive mirror with a toilet, and two "feeding rooms" that we used to change in. Random ladies walked in, but walked back out as soon as they saw us three, until an actual family came in and had to change their baby's diaper. The man "scoffed," as Leslie described it, when he saw us getting ready, and we all decided to leave. Lol, I had one eye with eyeliner and one eye without when we walked out, and Leslie the loser couldn't stop laughing at our embarrassment on Pitt St.

Met up with Brian (emily's cousin), and we headed up to the Hilton for me and Em to continue our unfinished business. The toilets there are like, crazily nice, but I guess that's what you get for a hotel. Finished that, waited around for a bit, and headed off to UNSW. We took the same bus as Emily's law friends from UTS, and met a chick called MABEL from Ruse. Can't believe someone has my mum's name, and I think I scared her when i said, ZOMG MY MUM'S CALLED MABEL.
Got to the Uni, and had to wait outside on the grand walkway for Bonnie and Phyllis to arrive. Brian came back out with only three over 18's bands, when we needed like, 5. The plan was for Thilo to get in, and come back out, and give Bonnie his band, but Phyllis was still screwed. So Leslie decided for him to go into the area first, and then someone goes to the under 18's area and fetch Phyllis in. That plan didn't happen until like, an hour after everything, which was like 9ish. But despite the agitation and frustration, all the wait for SO worth it, because the party was OFF THE HOOK. Bumped into so many people from Primary, and ex-Fortians, and the poker night boys, and family friends, and zomg randoms from everywhere. The music was great, even though I didn't know much of the house/electro/whatever music, but as soon as the RNB came on, I couldn't stop dancing. Definitely an awesome way to start uni, and I'm glad that I'm going UNSW now, since it's the "playground uni."

Left UNSW at 12:30, and ended up cabbing it back out to Town Hall with Chau and his friend, Jason. Night rided it to Burwood, and Jack drove Bonnie home, which meant I got home at 2:30, with my dogs barking like nuts. Gr. Woke up at like 8:30 this morning to the voice of my mum bitching in a not-so-loud voice to my dad about me getting home at 2:30 and going, "it's worse than when she went parties in high school." But as Jack says, parents are gonna have to get used to it. I stayed in bed til around 10ish, showered, and walked the dogs. Came home, and my mum had left to Cabramatta. She's still not home, but I'm dreading it. Fixed up my uni timetable this morning. Thank God I talked to Brian about my course; I realised I had chosen the wrong subject. Lol. Well, it aint wrong wrong, but it's not what I wanna do, and if I do it, I would've screwed my plans all over. So now, I'm still at uni 3 days a week, but Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. Gr. Not too bad.

And the whole time, I was hoping you would miraculously show up. Don't know why. Don't know why I still fall for your "I'll think about it" statements, and I still wait, hopelessly. It's so stupid, and someone should just shoot me dead. Why can't you ever just say a definite yes or no, so I can properly respond in a way that does not make me a faggot.