Blah. Need to do taxes

Yeah, I should really fill out that tax-thingy but I feel more like cleaning my room and drawing and playing the guitar and doing anything but my taxes. *Sigh* Yeah, I know I should. I should. I know!

So I have this big heap of dishes to do before I'll get a train to Rotterdam to see my mom. I can't wait to see her. I bought this new red linen blouse ('my, what a smashing blouse you have on' - Ritchie from Bottom) and she hasn't seen that yet. So I wanna show her. I wanna!

Then Thursday I'll be seeing my long-lost friend Ramses and Friday my first day of job: a typing-test; and later a gig from The Apers!!! Wheeeeeee!

I'm going to wear my real casual grey top, with short sleeves and my black pants and black punkbelt. Yay! I know what to wear! For a change. Now I have to figure out what to do with this hair of mine.

Well, I haven't spoken to Maarten for what seems like ages. Ofcourse I know it's bufferweek, which means all of Journalism and Communication are off, no classes, no lectures, just freedom and study. But still. I kindof miss his msn name - Ad Clamo…sumtin sumtin…Te Domine - active on my msn bar.

Well, I'm gonna deny the existence of my tax-thingy for now and type some songtexts. Later chica's and other faithful readers of my LJ!

That's supposed to all be me

Gardener of Seasonal Allergies, Miss Jane Starz

Baroness of The Mouse Appreciation Society, Jane Starz

Funkmistress of The Division For Investigating Breastseses, Jane Starz

The Great Winged Goat Person of Tufted Tit-Mouses, Jane Starz

Dragon Junior Grade of The Institute for Promotion of Calculators, Miss Jane Starz

Mayor of No Pants, Jane Starz

YEAH. Or sumtin.
Want it to be friday allready. We'll show up...and see what happens!