TIMES YOU HATE IT, ALWAYS SEEM TO LAST
JUST REMEMBER
WHEN YOU THINK YOURE FREE
THE CRACK INSIDE YOUR FUCKING HEART IS ME....

i love manson.....

anyway..... a quick review of my manic life. i sometimes stop and wonder if this is really my life, and not some twisted dream. yesterday was erm..... interesting. went to work, worked a 14 hour shift like a dog that i am. went home happy. realised i lost my purse with my whole life in it. went back to the hospital. not on the ward. got on the phone from the ward to see if they found it in the kitchen. no answer. while i was trying to get hold of different people all over the hospital at 10pm on a saturday night (not the greatest idea in the world), my mobile rang. chris's mum. telling me hes in eastbourne, in hospital, in a bad state. i have a feeling he finally tried it, but she didnt tell me anything. she said that i am not allowed to contact him under any circumstances. great. im kind of happy that he left me alone, but i dodnt want it to happen like that. and i do feel sorry for him. oh and hes staying in eastbourne, and not coming back to uni. might be for the best.

anyway. i hung around the hospital until the kitchen opened again at 11.30, just to find out they didnt find anything, and told me to ring in the morning, when the management were in (which i did, and got my purse back. PHEW)

THIS morning, i got a very early xmas present from chris. make sure youre sitting down. its an acre of land. ON THE MOON. i mean, WTF???? with mining rights and everything. its a proper legal document and all. so, should they start mining on the moon, im a rich bitch.

in return, i got him a present. 2 tickets for an iron maiden concert on the 12th of december (mini moo, you can go too if mother lets you) its going to amazing. but he doesnt know yet. hee hee

well this is it in short.

oh and thanks to stinky library pcs, i havent been able to do any work!!!!!!!!!!! aaaargh