As was my current music before, I bought a cd from a singer called ayaka today. I just got to a song on the cd called "Clap & Love". She pronounces it like any typical Japanese person would. Need I say more?

Okay, so that extra cd I mentioned was supposed to come with FFXII 'cause I preordered it at EB, right? They didn't have it in when I picked the game up so I went and got it today. What.The.Fuck. It is nothing. Tiny little "card cd" (don't get me started) that has nothing on it. Three wallpapers, a screensaver. That's it. EB SPECIFICALLY said it would include the games soundtrack, screensaverS, wallpapers, and more. I'm contemplating going in and complaining, demanding they give me a $15 refund to match JB's price, as the only reason I paid the standard hundred was to get the soundtrack.

Fucking ridiculous.

Well, primarily just not to be lazy, but I have to break that down into specifics or I won't do a damn thing:

1) An hour of uni homework every day
2) Running 3-4 times a week (I know I haven't stuck to it lately, but in my experience it's always gotten a lot easier when uni becomes involved)
3) Half an hour to an hour of housework a week (this may seem so trivial, but it's all about a state of mind. For a while not the hallway has been so ridiculously filthy, yet every day for a month I just walked up and down it in despair because I didn't want to do anything about it. Yet today I vacuumed it in five minutes and now it's beautiful)
4) Don't let the executive committee of the chocolate lovers club cut me out of things. Which they seem to do when I disagree with them.
5) Get a fucking job. Well, obviously.

I gues that's it. We'll see what happens.

She a tense cow, but at least she can poke fun at herself about it. And her laugh is exactly the same as it was in "that" blooper video, I couldn't stop thinking of it.

Best bit:
Person: You're so fit from chasing all those crooks down the street...
Naomi: I never really did that, I kind of just sat around with my legs under the desk.

Megabril.

But I'm never ever watching this show again.

I walked around the city for a good while today hoping to find Final Fantasy XII somewhere. I know there's fines for putting it out early and all, but that never actually seems to stop anyone. You could buy Kingdom Hearts 2 for almost a week before it was supposed to be released. So I decided to pre-order at EB to stop me spending the money on anything else, and that apparently nets me a free copy of the soundtrack too. Which even if I hate I should be able to fence on ebay for a pretty penny. The EB guy serving me mentioned they already had their shipment in and it was out back. Makes me sad. And I kept thinking: "If only you weren't such a repulsive man...", and I came to the complete, honest realisation: I would so blow someone to get Final Fantasy XII two days early.

Oh well... Thursday... it will happen.

But annoyingly not straight away. It's clubs and societies day during melbourne uni o-week. Being the good little Vice President I am I have to man the stall for the majority of the day. Probably won't be completely wrapped up there until 4 or so. Dang.

It's most likely a good thing I don't have the game now. The next few days are going to be busy as fuck. Just today I went to the queen vic market with Andrew to buy fruit for out fondue (sp?), and tomorrow he'll bring the fruit over to my house and we'll make stuff. I'm having to piss people off though, because the way the sequence of events was going to happen was the president would drop the chocolate off at 5 tomorrow and that would leave me by my lonesome to make EVERYTHING. Which angered me and the Andrew, because I, obviously, don't want to do that and he has ideas but it's his brithday and he can't be there late and wanted to do it during the day. So either tonight or tomorrow morning before 8:30 (sigh) I have to go get the left over chocolate from last year so me and Andrew can start during the day. And the president said he will cancel whatever he has going on and help me at night. Which now I don't feel the least bit guilty about considering he was willing to dump it all on me in the first place.

There is this ridiculously loud motorbike that has been driving past my house every weekday before 7. It has woken me up every time, and every time I have been completely unable to get back to sleep. That's something that really grinds my gears.

I guess on the plus side it's an extreme way to get me used to waking up early again. I can't believe I actually woke up before the timetables are released. That has never happened before.

...was utter shite. The worst episode ever. Inconsequential, melodramatic, boring crap. The show is going to be lucky to make it to the end of it's next season at this rate. It still has it's fantastic episodes, but with much less frequency than other seasons. In season 1, they were all amazing. In season 2, all but probably two were brilliant. In season 3... of the 15 so far... only around 3 or 4 have been that fantastic. Oh well. I guess in the end it has a rather limited premise. And now it's stretching itself far too thin. And suffering far too much from Lost syndrome. Absolutely nothing has really happened in this season that's all that interesting.

Firefox has decided to lose all my cookies. I had to reset my lj password. I WOULD know it, but of course a few months ago lj decided it wouldn't accept certain passwords it deemed to easy, so I have no clue what I ended up having to change it to. Come on though, it's a fucking LIVE JOURNAL, why the hell would someone want to hack into it?

Do NOT do a google images search for Helen Hunt with safe search off.

( Contains boobies and censored coochie )

BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

I stayed up for a while after that, and he stayed above the cupboards, peeking his head around the boxes every once in a while.

I wasn't comfortable and calm enough to sleep until 4. Suffice to say, I feel fucked. If anyone gets on my case today the shit is gonna hit the fan.

Stupid bastard is probably going to be under or in something in here and give me a heart attack sometime later in the day.

There is currently a hunstman in my room. He wasn't always.

As I was going my pre-bed piss I was walking down the hallway and saw him there. I walked past him, contemplated catching him but he was pretty active and climbey so I decided it would be somewhat impossible and walked past him. He didn't deserve to die either. I just told him sternly he better not come in my room. Well, guess what. He fucking did.

I made "progress" the last time, but this has to be the most active and hyperactive huntsman I have ever seen. I spent an hour trying to catch him, then gave up and have spent the last half an hour trying_to_kill_him. It has not happened. Now he is above my cupboards. Or was. You see, I have lost him. And there is absolutely no way I can sleep while he is in here unaccounted for.

You know what the irony is? A couple of hours ago I made a post about how nice it is to just have this house to myself sometimes. Now I am cowering in fear just wishing someone was here. A little tooooo ironic, don't ya think?

Edit: He hasn't moved. But he's up there. Or he's moved somewhere else and I have no idea where. You know, I don't think I've ever felt so helpless and alone in my life as I do right now. It's 1:40 am. There is no one I can call. No one I can talk to. My only option for peace of mind at the moment is to go to the 24 coles in brusnwick and buy some fly spray and spray the living hell out of the area I'm pretty sure he is in. But even if I do kill him I'll never be able to see a body, and it won't give me any sort of peace of mind. Anything I see moving out of the corner of my eye at the moment makes me jump a mile. How the fuck am I going to sleep? I'll just spend the whole night wide eyed with fear.