I had no intention of waking up this early. I'm meeting Steph at 12:30pm. I haven't seen her in ages. She's doing photography too, this year. At the private photography college. I got in there too, but it was too expensive. Chris came in to work last night with Mark. He's good looking and extrememly funny. He is also very retro. I'm glad he visited, even if it was only because he wanted cheap food. I find it odd that he goes to seven every thursday. It's a really nice place, but lame that he has to go every week. Probably because it's the only time he can see his school friends. Mark just left for work. He's cute like that, ringing me even though its sooooo early. I'm going to buy him another present today. There was some record I forbid him to buy yesterday. He called me a ballbreaker. Seriously, he doesn't have the money to waste though. He has to pay rent, bills, etc etc etc. No presents for meeeeeeeee. So, I'll go get that record, from the record store which is filled with beautiful people. He lost his power adapter for his titanium mac laptop. Thats another $180 he needs to spend. Except, our friend at the mac store will give it for free (hopefully). He's getting me a good hearty discount on my mac anyway. He's a good lad. I can go swimming now without being embarassed about my bikini line. It was getting too hot to sit by the pool and not get in. I hadn't worn my new bathers at schoolies, it was high time I used them. They're sailor style anyway. I like the way buzz wakes me up in the morning by coming in to my room and sleeping on the bed. I wish it was Mark though. If my mum moves out to Ringwood, which is mansion area (but far far far away from the city) then I might have to move out of home. I cant go to uni everyday, living out there. It'd be hell. I was nearly daring enough to post some of my writing, real real real writing, like from the old days. But firstly, I'm too scared. Noone cares anyway. This place isnt the place. pussy is never online. It makes me sad. She should learn to come on when I am. And vice versa. I'm going to unpack my stuff because I realise noone will ever be bothered to read all this. I wouldn't.