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Monday, July 11, 2005
One more assignment down. Bye bye Newswriting Field Assignment One. To hell you go. So, only PR's left now. I'mso toodles-ly happy. Don't ask me what I meant, I'm just happy. I handed up my assignment at 1.45pm and around 4pm, I realised I did not do the word count nor hand up the Statement of Integrity, that makes my piece integrity-less. So I climbed up the freaking hill once again to had up that piece of crap. And yayness, it's all done. I only have to care about PR for the next one week.

Nanny nanny poopoos. People in other courses are mugging during this one week for exams that will take place when school reopens. LALALA. I don't have exams, well, not for now at least. But that doesn't mean we've got no projects, so don't you dare say we're some sLacKer cOuRsE hOrXxX!

To do's for this week:
1. Clean up my room.
2. Clean up my room.
3. Clean up my room.

I don't think I'll have time to do though. I've got a packed schedule and I'm happy. Busy going out and busy doing work I hope. WOOHOO. I feel like singing the Flinstones song now. But it's Oasis's Stand By Me on the playlist now. :)

Let's rewind back to yesterday. My boyfriend came back to my place for lunch and met my parents. He was a bit nervous, but that's normal I think. :) All went well. My parents and Elaine like him. Haven't asked Daphne for feeback yet. Therefore, I'm happy. I went to his place to met his mum and sister too. I was fucking nervous. They like me, according to my boyfriend. We're both happy. At least I'm in a relationship whereby my parents approve of the guy. Call me traditional and prudish, but I respect my parent's decision.

Lalala. :) This is one helluva lovely day. Toodles.



BimboQueen
7/11/2005 05:24:00 pm

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