February 17th.

Louder than sirens, louder than bells.

Listening to: Blinding - Florence + The Machine.
Mood: Ow ow ow fucking my kidneys ow.

First off, this song is brilliant when I steal my brother's big headphones.
Secondly, cardboard boxes should not be so fun.
And thirdly, I'm looking forward to this weekend far too much. It's not that big a deal. But loneliness can make you a bit like that, I guess. Also, the promise of secondhand shopping. Huzzah.

If you used to read my blog before I redesigned it for this year, you'll know I love writing lists. For absolutely no fucking reason. Lists of songs, of things I need to do, anything. If I cleaned my room half as well as I wrote lists, I would be able to see the carpet. And not just in patches, the whole damn thing.

So, ignoring the fact that none of you are probably even remotely interested in what i have to say I present to you:

Ree's list of Things She Needs Right Now That She Could Probably Live Without But Would Really Like Anyway

• An old-fashioned, fancyish tea set. (For photoshoot purposes, and also because tea is awesome.)
• A watering can. (Old-fashioned is good, again. Also for photoshoot purposes.)
• Her netbook to fucking work. (For obvious reasons.)
• Money. (For buying said tea set and watering can and also a bunch of secondhand clothes.)
• Her own Medicare card. (Taking care of this soon, finally.)
• To drive more. (I'm not going to kill you, Mum. Jeez.)

Oh, and you. You would be nice.
I swear this computer is riddled with viruses already. STOP LOOKING AT PORN, SHANE.
Please.

Well, I just heard my Mum's car in the driveway and I still have stuff I didn't do yet. Fuck.
I'm off.
You honestly have nothing better to do than to look through my blogs for hidden messages? Yeah, I know it's stupid that I put them in here since who they're INTENDED for will never read them. But that doesn't mean youneed to comment on them.