On a separate note, I have concluded that although smoking busts up my throat, it does have its perks. This morning as I was in deep fantasy , Lala came into my room beckoning me to her hovel to share a gaff (or a million). Needless to say I needed little persuasion, with my explosive hair and geeky glasses I shuffled off with her to chill in her 'crib'. May I just say, she has the coolest guitar and the most awesome chords under her belt and I could have just sat there for all eternity smoking and listening to her strumming it out to Nirvana and the Chili Peppers.

My favourite song was 'Let Me Go' by 3 Doors down just because the chords sound so round and it just sounds awesome played along with the band themselves. Almost busting my wrist to get my tiny hands round the guitar I actually learnt how to play it! I'm so excited! :D I can't wait till my dad gets my sis her guitar (damn that girl, she asked for an acoustic), converts the outdoor loo into our chilloutpad,and finally gets round to getting us a drumkit. You guys are invited!

YAR!*scream, head bang*

On a more sober note...

Zaz crashed in my room last night. The two of us were nestled all snug in our beds,While visions of stacked heels danced in our heads. With mamma Z in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, we had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. I can't wait to be done with this history exam, it's robbing me of my health and sanity (or what's left of it). I need to shop!

*drool*

Anyway, it's difficult having to sift through the amount of trashy fashion on the net to look for pictures of what I covet, but you get the idea. I need to get it out of my system... YAR!