Despite having a chunk of work to do, I have somehow managed to become undeniably bored to pieces. So aside from listening to Erasure's, A little respect on repeat and singing in super high pitch I have actually not been up to much. This is of course, excluding the fact that I have vacuum packed almost all of the entire contents of my closet. My walls are barren, save that one painting that is very dear to me. My room is now prematurely prepared for a move.

I have also been bursting out laughing for no apparent reason of late. I mean, thats really nothing new, but its been happening a lot MORE is what I mean to say. I suppose thats a good thing. It probably is better to be bursting out in laughter often rather than bursting out in tears often, yes?

For the handful of you who actually read this thing with relative regularity, you might have noticed that I like to add an image at the top left hand corner of every post. Sometimes related to the contents of the post, sometimes not. In any case, I have started this series of a very unfortunate cam whoring session. The pictures are nothing fantastic, I just thought they had some sort of charisma. Well thats a lie, I just really like the fact that I have super fat hair in these pictures, which makes me very happy as I went through great lengths to get it that way. Alright fine, the truth behind the reason I'm going to be using these pictures is that they're all the exact same size, and that brings me ridiculous amounts of satisfaction. So I present you with the first of forty-nine such images. Enjoy!

Every now and then, when I came up to my room to check on things, or popped out of my book for a moment, I'd notice that when I right-clicked my busy Msn man, that I had however many new email messages. Though 'New email messages' usually bring me joy, I found myself predicting what those messages where. I don't know if I am making a whole lot of sense with this. But I'd predict these messages in a mock news reporter voice and make them the most ridiculous predictions ever, be it Facebook notices, Victoria Secret email notices or Sephora email nonsense. My news reporter self will have quirky, silly, more often that not, rude/dirty things to say. Especially regarding a certain Englishman of "Knight-ly" stature. Gosh. I take myself too seriously, I am aware of that.

I am still a teenager for a month and some few days. I get to obsess as much as I want, about whatever/whomever I want. I get to be irrational and angsty for a little while more. Might as well make the best of it, no?

With that said, hello again Will Friedle, long time no see. And hello to you as well David Henrie, in all your dark haired, left-handed perfection. There all done.

The upper half of my body is blessed with warm comfort of massive sweatshirt. The bottom half however, is not so lucky as it is clad in tiny shorts. It pretty much looks like I am metaphorically falling feet first into Summer. If that made no sense, I do not apologise. *See two paragraphs up.