Pack my things and go…

Just packed 3 boxes of nostalgic shit I don’t need in the coming few weeks. Monday we’re going to sign the contract. I hope Patrick will be gone sooner. That would be a treat. My room is getting empty with all the purdy useless glass things out of my window and the picture frames of my brother packed.

TC send me an sms which really made sense. It was about getting all weak inside when you look at a guy. I think that would be the best thing for me. I won’t just go for any guy anymore, but only for the ones that make me weak inside.
Mr Guitargod does that when he smiles….he’s got the purdiest smile. *giggle*. I still feel a bit odd about it though. I think I’ll just let things go their way and see where I’ll end up.

I look like a walking corpse though, and I won’t go out this weekend. I was at the So What Wednesday and Friday and I had my share of fun and booze. Have to work tonight and tomorrownight. Money in the hand baby. Tips and paychecks. I’m only 100 euro’s short for my collegemoney, and I have to pay it before August. If my dad and my mom make nice deposits I can make it. Advance on the rent is big money though *smirk* But I’ll live on soup.

I have lived on soup and bread for a week now. So I wonder where these pimples come from?