But where were you that night...

Woooooo when was the last time I blogged?

I've been getting more shifts at work lately and it freaking rocks. I really do love me some money. I wish I was paid weekly though. Actually, no, I'm fine with being paid fortnightly. I'd probably have a negative balance in my account if I was paid every week.

I went into Myer late yesterday afternoon and I found some tights and fingerless gloves, $5 a pair. Tightass? Yes. But I don't care. I love Miss Shop.

Today it was pouring and I fucking hated it. I hate getting the ends of my jeans (especially skinny jeans urgh) and the arms of my jacket wet. That cold, wet, clingy feeling is disgusting and once you notice it, you can't stop thinking about it until you're dry again. Urrrrgh.

I had my final Spanish assessment today- it was the speaking component with my classmate, Andrew. I felt so bad because I totally forgot my lines and my teacher gave me a look that said "child, you are a disappointment and a disgrace. Tu estas tonto." But anyways, at least it's over.

Friday will be my last day of the semester. Unbelievable. Time is seriously flying and it creeps me out. (I have a feeling I've said that before.) Can't wait to start some new units. I love newness. I'll be taking Sociology next semester, and I'll definitely continue Spanish. I've currently got a credit average in Linguistics, but I'm not sure I want to do the next unit. It's a little more difficult and annoying than I thought it'd be. I got my Anthropology essay back and I passed, thank God. It was so rushed and half-assed, I was expecting way lower.

It was Mike's birthday on Sunday. I'm infamous for giving shitty presents and never knowing what to get. I just told him I would go shopping with him and let him choose his present. I'm such a stupid slack bitch. Don't worry Mike, next year I promise I will think about it and buy your present in advance.