I've decided my favorite thing in the world is finding unexpected spare change at the bottom of my bag. It happens to me so often.

Oh, god, the highlight of my day was finding fifty cents I didn't know i had in my bag *groans* I am so very lame.

In other news, errr....um...well, i really dont have any news. i had planned to bitch about mums little soiree today, but really, is there anything you guys haven't heard before? i did my usual thing and hid  in my room for five hours, with only the ctas for company. (It occured to me whilst sitting there chattiing to one of the kittens that there is a very real possibility i will end up somewhat like the crazy cat lady from the simpsons).
Also, my Epping students kicked me out after an hour of tutoring. Apparently, the grade two kid has chicken pox. What the hell? Like i give a flying one! Now I'm 22 dollars short for my driving lesson tommorow. I really needed that money. 

Aaaargh, theres nothing good on tv till nine.

Results out in 28 hours, 7 minutes and 27 seconds (but who's counting?) Everytime I think about it i have to stop, taking a few deep, calming breathes and say, "Its ok. It's ok. mum never needs to find out. Breathe. breathe."



Prozac please, pronto.