I have temporarily rediscovered my RuneScape mojo (not sure how long it will last) and am using it to try and get over level 70 in everything. One more thieving level, 9 construction levels, 12 runecrafting levels, and 13 dungeoneering levels . . . I wonder if I'll manage it before I get bored again. Who knows?

I went to gym yesterday, had a discussion with my manager. Because I hadn't been for like, 6 weeks, and hadn't contacted them (oops) the committee saw me as abandoning my...

So I keep thinking I should design myself a signature. Just, you know, so people can see how awesomely talented I am. And stuff like that. But I'm lazy, and I lost the cord that connects my phone to my laptop, and I'm not to great at using my iPod camera yet. I kind of wish I knew where the cellphone cable was, so I could put it back where it belongs - on my computer desk.

I've been considering drawing and painting. I haven't actually done anything yet (it's been a few months since...

OHMYGOD, what a surprisingly expensive trip o.0

See, I didn't book my bus home in advance, which turned out to be a huge mistake, as all the day time buses were sold out, the overnight bus arrived at 1:50am, the 9:40am bus the next day meant I would have had to sleep on the floor of the public toilet or something . . .
The overnight bus was $57, the one the next day was $39.

I caught the overnight bus.

I get $189 a week. I spent $17.80 on cigarettes...

So I've tidied my room. I'm just waiting for Mum to take the bins out so I can take out my rubbish and recycling and then finish the job. I've packed my bag. It's a little stuffed, and I haven't packed a towel - something I will do my best to rectify tonight. The reason it's stuffed is because I'm only taking a back-pack, and in it I've put everything I think I could potentially need. If this were a regular overnight stay, it wouldn't be a big thing. Except this is an overnight stay that could well...

I am having one heck of a messed up week, so far.
Also, I annexed the barbecue shapes because I was hungry and couldn't afford chips. Until Wednesday, at least, and I've decided I might spend Tuesday living off chocolate. I'll be in transit so it shouldn't be too bad, and when I get there I can always just go straight to sleep and then stay that way until it's time to get ready.

I have to see Yvonne tomorrow. I keep thinking I could miss the appointment, save myself $6.80...

So I eventually went to bed at about 3:30am, after visiting the loo and reading for a while. Seperate of each other of course. And slept. Ish, kept waking up, but nothing new there.

So I get a txt from my grandfather at 12:30pm saying "please call". Instead of texting back to confirm this, I get out of bed, eat breakfast, then call him, only to discover that he sent the message accidentally whilst clearing out his inbox. Not impressed, I could have stayed in bed.
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Learning is not always a good thing. Sometimes you learn things you'd really rather not know. Because ignorance is a lot simpler in so many ways.

So what did I learn about today? Child-on-child sexual abuse. How is this relevant?
Oh god how is it ever. I don't know how to talk about what happened.
Anyway, I read the wiki, and it sounds very similar to what I experienced . . . and all the consequences for later life fit, too. I've been wondering if I've been kidding myself...

Got my head shaved to a number 4 and it STILL feels like I'm wearing a beanie. However in about 3 weeks it will be the right length for super short spikes. Delicious. And at least it's not in my face or hanging on my neck anymore.

Had McDonald's for breakfast. BLT bagel(s) om nom nom. Was delightful. Really enjoyed them. Like, a huge amount. I wish they served bagels all day.

Booked my bus ticket. Transfer in Rotorua, apparently, but I'll be in Rotorua for lunch. Will...

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really for music, do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah . . .


I had an appointment with my psychologist today. My. New. Psychologist. Named Yvonne. Well. She's persistent, I'll give her that. She's currently "getting to know me", apparently, which I really don't...

So I just read through all my past blog entries (which are just over two years old) and in them I was obsessed with Laura. What a joke. We broke up (for good) in November 2010, our last contact was at the Disputes Tribunal in April 2011, and we've had no contact since. I've also remained single since then. Which is a good thing.

(Was somewhat interrupted to attend to the matter of dinner. Has now been dealt with.)

Uh . . . I'm not entirely sure what I was going to make...