Okay, so, absolutely fuck all has happened here. Seriously, if this place got any more boring I might actually die.
I've got some volunteer work, mind, which gives me something to do. It also means that I get to come home at three o'clock Saturday morning and find a blown-up condom hanging from the ceiling. No, I do not want to know about that one.
Seriously, they drew a smiley face on it and everything.
I'm supposed to be working on a script right now, since the deadline to be able to get our drama society to perform it is tonight, but I'm procrastinating big time. I'm currently eating leftover Chinese from last night, since uni seems to have killed my ability to actually eat a full meal at once and so I eat leftovers almost as often as I eat non-leftovers, and updating the blog I never bother with. But at least I got a reference to writing in this blog. Now it sounds like I actually do some.
And, in some really unrelated to this in any way news, I have a fencing comp and the AU ball coming up in a few months, so I might be able to legitimately call myself an athlete at some point. And I've even spent money (something which I certainly do not have) on my own bow. Now if only I weren't so damn fat, I might be able to pretend to you all that I'm cool.
