February 18th.

Imagination is more important than knowledge.

Listening to: Road To Nowhere - Talking Heads
Mood: Full.

I've spent the first half of my day listening to Talking Heads and Porcupine Tree, reading blogs (mainly Neil Gaiman's, but a few others too.) and drinking tea and apple juice (both on their own and together. What can I say, I was bored. I was not disappointed.)
And while I would like to spend most of my days listening to music and reading blogs and drinking apple juice/tea/applejuicetea, I realised that I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF TO DO TOMORROW.
Gah. Good or bad?
Anyway. Psych appointment at 9. Hopefully Nan will give me a lift, otherwise I'll have to go in when Mum takes Shane to school, which means waiting around for at least half an hour. In a psych's waiting room. Not the most pleasant of places, despite the adorable receptionist who is always incredibly nice to me.

I must remember to wear more comfortable shoes this time. Last time I was stuck in Westpoint all day I wore my not-so-advisable (but awesomely cute and cheap and complimented on) secondhand heels that I got at the St Vinnie's at Rozelle. Now, they're comfortable. But not for a whole day. I don't think ANY heels are really comfortable for a whole day, to be honest. As much as I love shoes that make me look awesome and taller.
Note to self: Stop using the word awesome so much, you are not Barney Stinson.
...
...Mmmm. Barney.
WHAT NO I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON NEIL PATRICK HARRIS.
Much.

Last night I spent a good 2 and a half hours on the phone to Kristy, which was awe... uh, great. Lately I've been spending lots of time having late-night chats with the few people I consider my best friends, which has been slightly contributing to my lack of sleep, but also contributing to my "Hey-I'm-actually-kind-of-okay-and-not-totally-depressed-right-now"-itis. Good for you, guys. Thanks for putting up with me and my stupid advice and babbling and giggling and strange references to stuff.
(By the way, Kriz, if you could not tell the people I talked about killing that I'd like to kill them, that would be appreciated. Ta.)
We came up with a killer soap-opera storyline that involves toothbrushes and pregnancy and being seperated at birth but actually being the same person (albeit slight less asian than your other half) and talked about Daniel Radcliffe for far too long.
...
...Mmmm. Daniel.

ANYWAY. I have spent too much time procrastinating while writing this. Reading other blogs, namely. So maybe I should post some of the blogs I read?

• http://volcanicensemble.blogspot.com - The Sassy Curmudgeon. She is wonderful, and I love her, but I've never had the guts to tell her.
• http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com - Style Rookie. She is adorable, and wickedly funny, and only like, 13. WTF. She also has some kickass clothes.
• http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/ - That Is Priceless. Very LOL-inducing. Well, at least I think so.
• http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/ - Passive Agressive Notes. Always cheers me up.

Also, Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman's blogs, because I stalk them. Can you blame me, they're fucking awe... fantastic. Best couple ever.

So, I've wasted roughly an hour attempting to write this blog entry, and have nothing more interesting to sa-...OH WAIT YES I DO.

On Saturday, I think, I'm totally dragging my dear Brendan around secondhand shopping. Huzzah! Of course, I won't be able to actually BUY anything, due to lack of funds, but it shall be fun nonetheless.