So, since it seems that everyone should be being doing work, I might as well say I am supposed to be studying as well. I am so drained. I had a shot today for painkilling and I have my ring finger in a splint, and my head is dead. I went on another canal transit on Tuesday and my finger got into a line I was working with and crushed it. But it wasn't my fault, it was the advisors! He isn't even allowed to touch the lines, so you know he messes with them anyways and crushed and nearly had my three last fingers of my left hand broken off if it hadn't been for my dad who came over and pulled the line over and off my fingers.
It's hard to explain how the whole thing happened, it was split second and I only remember the idiot of an advisor trying get my fingers sucked/pulled/broken/crushed off. And that was in the first lock. So for the rest of the time I didn't get to do ANYTHING. And I was sad, cause, you know, I had started to like handling the lines and actually be productive, hah.
Anyways, on the topic of asking a guy out... well, if you were in England, the girls have to ask the guy out. WHICH IS TOTALLY FREAKING BACKWARDS! I mean really, how many girls have the guts to ask a guy. I would, but you know... I wouldn't.. That makes no sense but whatever.
Mel: Grey's Anatomy is like this show where you have to see the first episode to understand it. I got one from iTunes and I was totally lost. It made no sense, and my mum was like "You know I'm not buying the first, second, and third, and how many other seasons there are of Grey's Anatomy" and I was like "I don't even understand it!", and she's like "Well then you don't need to buy it." Oh well. It is just TV.
Live Journal... hmmmmm. I took the website apart and found a FAQ thingy and had my question answered as to whether or not I can post via email. And guess what... I can! Yay. So now, I am going to get one most likely. I hate bloging..is that two g's or one?, on my mum's dumb blog. She thinks it is better than everyone else's. She is so bias. ><
Okay. I'd best get back to working. bye
It's hard to explain how the whole thing happened, it was split second and I only remember the idiot of an advisor trying get my fingers sucked/pulled/broken/crushed off. And that was in the first lock. So for the rest of the time I didn't get to do ANYTHING. And I was sad, cause, you know, I had started to like handling the lines and actually be productive, hah.
Anyways, on the topic of asking a guy out... well, if you were in England, the girls have to ask the guy out. WHICH IS TOTALLY FREAKING BACKWARDS! I mean really, how many girls have the guts to ask a guy. I would, but you know... I wouldn't.. That makes no sense but whatever.
Mel: Grey's Anatomy is like this show where you have to see the first episode to understand it. I got one from iTunes and I was totally lost. It made no sense, and my mum was like "You know I'm not buying the first, second, and third, and how many other seasons there are of Grey's Anatomy" and I was like "I don't even understand it!", and she's like "Well then you don't need to buy it." Oh well. It is just TV.
Live Journal... hmmmmm. I took the website apart and found a FAQ thingy and had my question answered as to whether or not I can post via email. And guess what... I can! Yay. So now, I am going to get one most likely. I hate bloging..is that two g's or one?, on my mum's dumb blog. She thinks it is better than everyone else's. She is so bias. ><
Okay. I'd best get back to working. bye
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