Play nintendo instead of doing course work.
Catch up on course work and get straight As
Fail at ordering groceries online.
Rally the troops (i.e. me) and make a last minute dinner of pasta with a chicken nepolitana sauce cooked from scratch. At 7:30pm.
Eat way too much.
Watch Angry Boys and marvel in the comic genius of Chris Lilley.
Do three loads of washing in one week. For two people.
Fill up the dishwasher four times. For two people and various guests.
Lose an iPod touch somewhere in the folds of the massive couch.
Order too much Indian takeaway.
"His name is Marcos but I call him Fuckos."
Make tiny pancakse.
Have icecream for breakfast.
Have people stay over and never get around to moving the "spare" (i.e. Mum's) mattress out of the loungeroom.
Scare the cat with too many visitors.
Play I Never.
Sneakily listen into a lover's quarrel taking place in the backyard.
Watch Miss Congeniality. One and Two.
Babysit on the central coast.
Make potato bake.
Spend a lot of time at Dan Murphy's
Host a barbeque.
Eat unidentified fruits in an attempt to identify them.
Eat strawberry flavoured cigarette papers.
Go to the pub for dinner.
Pay $1 a slice for prosciutto because it was sliced too thick.
Eat too much home made pizza.
Watch Skins US.
Put a bra in the dryer.
Be sorely dissapointed with what was a perfectly good show untill America decided British TV wasn't so marketable.
Take a bra out of the dryer. In two pieces.
Bitch about how ugly the US version of Effy is. Seriously. Why?
Make a mess in the kitchen.
Eat dessert before dinner.
Go to bed because there's nothing good on TV.
Fall asleep on the couch at 10pm.
Spend their day off work cleaning the kitchen.
Find the cat.
Offend the cat by feeding her leftover sausages.
Lose the cat. Again.
Make spaghetti bolognaise.
Buy cookie dough with the plan to make cookies.
Eat raw cookie dough.
Think the laptop is broken when the battery dies.
Take evidenciary photos of the general mess in the house.
Forget to put the clothes in the dryer.
Make James put the clothes in the dryer.
"Fix" the computer.
Make a list.
That pretty much sums up the last 7 days. It's now Wednesday and I have two more days of work untill it's the weekend again! My plans so far involve sushi, alcohol, snack foods, minimal sleep and people. I have a friend's 20th Friday night but it's doubtful that me and the man will feel like trekking to Kings Cross after a week of work. I predict we'll spend the evening eating sushi at Top Ryde and drinking wine at home. But we'll see.
I'm working Friday this week because the amount of stuff I have to do just isn't going away. And the more I work, the more bookings I make, therefore the more likely it is I don't get fired. Then again I've passed the honeymoon period and I'm starting to slowly hate my job but I really don't feel like getting a new one again. It'd be nice to even get to six months in one occupation. Especially now that I'm working more hours and making a larger dent into my debt.