Last year I got myself one of those gift card things that basically works like a credit card because I'm not into the idea of credit cards and I had money then so what the heck. Anyway, I found out that it has expired on '08/08' which I presume means 'August 2008'. Which basically means this is where I go 'OH FECK. Now that's fifteen bucks I'm never going to get back. Now why didn't I just spend it on some useless trinket from eBay? etc etc etc *trails off to hate myself...*

Right, enough of that bollox.
When there's a random sporting event everybody's watching on, who you gonna call?


BEST. DAILY SHOW GRAPHIC. EVER. (and it isn't a font this time!)

The rest of the episode is amazing too, btw. And I know I'd say this for most episodes anyway, but I'm not exaggerating at all. This one is a CLASSIC.
Anyway, you know you're definitely some kindof psycho addict when say, yesterday, I was sitting around in the car and the news about the Chinese kid's lip sync thing came on the radio, and the first thing that came to mind was 'OH MAN I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THEY MAKE OF THIS ON THE DAILY SHOW TOMORROW!!' (ps. We're a day ahead of the US or something so we get yesterday's episode tonight. You do the math.)

Btw, THIS LOOKS FANTASTICALLY AWESOME AND I WANT TO SEE IT *must seeeeee*

Giles is innit! GILES! I heart Giles. Or Prime Minister. But he's totally Giles. Pity Paris Hilton is apparently innit too, but that ain't stopping me.

Okay, so I'm supposed to be writing an essay right now (not plural! It's actually amazing! I finished the music thing yesterday (or early this morning. Say, about 3am), just so I don't have to go hand it in tomorrow. Now that's dedication. Sacrificing my sanity and sleep patterns just so I can get some work done. Also, to make up for the fact that I'm too lazy to move on Fridays. Hmm. Uhm anyway I'm supposed to be writing now but it's weird getting back into the swing of it since the last inane research essay I did was what, two months ago blah blah blah...basically, I ain't bovvered.

Today I figured out why I get panicked over having an essay due in about five days when I usually think 'heh, I've got a whole five days' even if this unpanicky feeling was a semester ago (third year still..). I have daytime classes. The bastards. How are they going to expect me to discuss deep philosophical meanings of things when I'm up all night writing things? Horrible. What am I going to do now?!