i feel that way because my hair is in pigtails with fluffy yellow sparkly hair elastics. okay, so i finished my powerpoint thing for trans, and i handed it in. perhaps i will actually pass that class, which will mean only four classes next year and not five. woot. but yeah. chris had an interview at tim hortons this morning, and it sounds like it went well. that's good, because there's only 97 or so days until we have to move. mrah. i'm still freaking out about it though, because i still don't have a job. but chris has a grand in the bank, and i have $600 from my dad, so it's okay, we'll still be alright even if things are hard at first. i hope that girl looks at my resume and i get hired at payless shoes. that would be great, because i love shoes, and i really need a job. tonight we're hanging out at his house, and tomorrow he's apparently hanging out with the guys. well, at least that gives me some time tomorrow to go through my stuff and pack up some of it. i just can't believe how much junk i have collected over the years. i have three huge bags of teddy bears, which i should probably give to my neice. well, at least we'll have a bunch of stuff when we move out. such as a bed, dresser, coffee tables, two tvs, game systems, three desks (who needs three? honestly now...), tons of movies, three computers (woot) two cd players, a lot of cds, records, record player, books, book shelf, etc. the only things we'll really need are a couch, a kitchen table, a tv unit thing, some chairs, and well, that's pretty much it. yeah. we have time. but the one thing that i'm really worried about is someone to co-sign for us. i mean, my mum can't because she has bad credit, my dad won't just because he said he won't, and my brother is already co-signing for my sister. i could ask him, but i don't know because he might say no seeing as i'm young and, ahem, not that realiable as he said at one point. right. yeah. i'm tired. i have to wait until 315 to catch the bus to chris's. it's only 237. rawr. it's cold in here. i just realized that the sleeves of my sweater are dirty. oh well. so we want to g out to birds hill park for a few days with the trailer, but his parents are being retarded. so they're all going to have a 'talk' about me staying there for a day or two, but hopefully he can talk them into letting us go and not having to stay at his house. blarg. but i have nothing else to really say right now. take care ya'll. the one, the only, laura michelle*