Saturday arvo...

Fuck. My iTunes just gave me a scare. I just thought I'd lost several gigs of my beloved music, because when I opened iTunes, there was nothing there. I checked the iTunes folder and there weren't any files or folders. After some Googling, I found a way to get it back. And thank God. I mean, sure, I could've just used some third-party software to take the songs from my iPod, but I've done that before, and it takes long...so fuck that. My added dates and play counts are gone, but oh well.

Saw The Heartbreak Kid yesterday. It was shit. Well, I laughed a couple of times, but it was mostly fucking stupid. Then something went wrong with projection and it ended abruptly. Oh well. It's not like I paid for my ticket anyway.

Mom says we're having steak for dinner and I am so fucking excited. Last night we had fish and chips (well, I had calamari and chips) from a place in St Mary's. They are awesome. Not like Sea King in Westpoint Blacktown. They have gone downhill. Their drink fridges are only 1/4 stocked, they don't have EFTPOS, they have dumbass staff and don't get me started on the quality of the food. So disappointing. I loved buying my lunch from there at the beginning of the year.

I'm previewing the new Eagles album on Bigpond Music. Not that I actually buy my music from there- it's the first site I found with track previews (Amazon doesn't have previews for this album for some odd reason). Anyhoo I think I prefer their old stuff.

I have work tomorrow. Last night, I missed a call. Probably trying to get me to fill a shift. Fuck that. Everytime I do a shift at night, I always get out half an hour to an hour late. And it shits me and it shits my parents who have to wait for me in the car outside, not knowing what the fuck is going on. Especially shitty was how I'd work my ass off during my shift in the hope of being able to leave on time, yet some of the others would just chat and go off into other areas. And there is a certain supervisor who...okay, I'll stop now. Because one: I might get into trouble; two: my workmates will think I'm even more of a bitch than they thought; and three: my head might explode.