FINALLY! I've been attempting to log in for the past hour! Seriously, Oasis? SERIOUSLY?
I tried to sneak downstairs to use the actual computer, but my father unplugged it so I couldn't... sneak on it in the middle of the night. Effective strategy, obviously, but still very obnoxiously inconvinient...
You know what are often really funny? Random online gayness/gender tests. When I'm feeling/felt all question-y, I would NEVER use one of those... but when I'm bored they're a great source of entertainment. One of the gender ones told me I'm a guy who smokes and drinks, has a beard, and isn't afraid to put women in their proper place. What did I put in again? Oh, yes, that I would rather go to Miami than the Bahamas, I don't have a favorite color, I like small houses more than large houses, and am sometimes described as being creative and manipulative.
Oh-kayyyyy... interesting result...
I laugh at online quizzes :D
I'm supposed to be writing an essay about 'My Perfect Day' right now. I don't LIKE this assignment. It's shtoopid. Anyway, my perfect day would be a combination of sitting locked in my bedroom with unsupervised Internet access and Whatever-ing with Bday.
Now... how do I write that in an ESSAY? I don't. I make something up, hopefully something my English teacher will believe.
It's officially past midnight, aren't you proud of my insomnia?
Daaaaarn... I had an actual point to this journal! Now WHAT WAS IT?!
Sorry, I forget the point.
I (probably) get my hair cut this weekend! YESYESYES!!! Finally!
That will make me happy :)
AAAGH! WHAT WAS THE POINT!?
It's so cold here... about a meter of snow. Craziness, there are many snowbanks taller than I am! *shivers* Huddled under many blankets... at times like this I want one of those Snuggies. Blah.
Okay, as there's not a point I may as well just end the journal here.
I had BETTER still be logged in to post this.