Busy.

I have realised that I haven't actually written a post about who I am. And guess what this isn't the post. I will be do, but probably not until the weekend. I have an assignment to do tonight, then study for tomorrow (after work, so not until late, which isn't great), then everything is due on Friday so I should have time off between work shifts on the weekend. *crosses fingers*.

Tonight I would like to apologise to the hundreds of trees that I have killed this week in writing my various novel-sized assignments. Moment of silence. Moment over.

A little tidbit I will share about myself in this post is that I, like so many kids now-days, have what can only be best described as a 'birthday curse' (using Pacey, Dawson's Creek as a reference, although luckily I've never been mauled by  dog). I can not remember having a good day on my birthday as far as my memory goes back (i say this because I can't really say if I had fun the day I was born or not, and I am SO glad I don't remember that birthday). So with my birthday fast approaching this year I have become determined to enjoy it! Instead of any form of celebration (which always leads to name-calling from my not-so-loving family) I have decided to do what I love most all day! I mean I always enjoy it so it should mean I would enjoy a day of it. So on December 1st 2010 me and my sister shall set up a tv, pillows, blankets, snacks, and zoom through a select few episodes from a select few television shows, from waking until sleeping. To anyone else this may seem lame (and slightly lonely) but to me it's a great change of pace, a whole day off everything, all the drama, stress, work, university, writing. One good day... Or should I try not to jinx it?