Independence Day

... is what i'm watchin as i type out this post, and has no relation to the topic ( topic? what topic?) whatsoever...
Ah, so, the weekend was good, worked a double shift ( 16 hours XD crazy shit ) and then went to Matts 'R' themed party, dressed up as one of the Reservoir Dogs ( its a good movie, by Quentin Tarantino, although it is a bit short, watch it sometime ). So basically i had a suit, a tie, aviators, toy gun, a cig ( and i don't smoke, so i had to mug some homeless guy for it ) and a zippo lighter. And for all that, i was nearly awarded having the worse costume ( c'mon people! ) but at least i got points for the aviators =P. Will post pic of it after i get it off Matt.
At the end of the party, helped out Jarrod after we found out that his tyres were completely flat, probably done by some stupid nutfucker out there who gets kicks out of letting the air out of peoples tyres ( honestly, do people have nothing else to do? ). It was a cold night, incredibly cold, and i intelligently left my jacket in my car as i rummaged around the car to look for tools to get the tyres off the car ( initially we thought he had only one flat, but found out after that he actualy had 2, thats right, 2 flat front tyres, which was pretty much how we figured out it was done by some dumbass ). So Jarrod called up the breakdown people, while we waited. I could've gone back to my car for the jacket, but by that time, the frostbite had settled in, so it was kinda hard to move. And so we waited. Just me, Sarah, Jarrod ( Matt returned to the comfort of his bed soon after State was called ). It was cold. I wanted Sarahs jacket. I could have left. But i didn't. Heck, I could've been at the Shed. But i didn't. Why?... well thats classified. Anyway, the super-guy-with-cool-gadgets-man came and got the tyres sorted. Got back at like 4 somthin in the morn. Managed to trip over a pot, slam the door, and fall on the floor ( i missed the bed ok? my aim isn't too good in complete darkness... )
Went to church at bout 9.30. Snored during the sermon. Got a wooden cross thrown at me. Took me 2 hours to get the splinters out. Slept with some splinters embedded into my skull.
Well ok, so maybe the latter didn't happen, but i needed to write some stupid shit in this post =P
I also need to rethink my life... I don't really have a clear picture of what i wanna be, what kind of career im lookin for... at this stage i could be anything, forensic scientist, management consultant, exotic dancer ( okay maybe not that one... ), but i don't know what i'll end up with... I mean i want what everyone wants of course : good pay, good workers, easy job etc. But you don't always get what you want. In fact, most of the time, i get jackshit. Thats why i don't have high expectations for things... which kinda sucks i guess. But yeah, currently doing psychology, philosphy, and biology papers, hoping to get into something along the lines of forensics or management consulting ( problem solving areas ). And if all else fails, i'm running away and joining the circus ( no shit guys, theres good money in it! ). Ah well, time for bed.. will tell of more stories some other time...
Adios

Song of the day : Lifehouse - Spin
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