I hate how I’m in a holiday mood and I’m not even on holiday yet.

It’s the fathermucking PR paper on Tuesday, I tell ya. I know nothing about the subject I feel, and I know it’s all my fault because I only attended 3 lectures—the first one to get my reader and unit book, the second last to get my assignment back and the last one for exam tips. Heh. There were 9 missed lectures in between.

(I attend all my tutorials religiously though, and the lectures for all my other subjects—I just rather intensely dislike the PR lecturer as he has the magical capability of putting me to sleep under 5 minutes with his monotonous drawlings and irrelevant grandfather stories)

Raaaaaaaah.

I’ve been doing an answer outline for all the spotted questions for the exam, and let me tell you I am bored to pieces *disintegrates*.

Whingeing aside, Tim’s an uncle again! Or at least will be. Last I heard, his sister was in the throes of labour pains. She’s having her third, I dunno yet whether it’s a boy or another girl, but she has two beautiful precious girls, Phoebe Rose and Georgia Louise *hearts*. Georgie’s the one who meows my name and will come to give me cuddles and demand I read her books (which she flips to the last page anyway, LOL).

Anyhoo, the Kiwi forwarded me this message at about 8am my time: “Baby on the way will give you a ring later luv mum.” (The rest of it was his text to me, which you all don’t really need to know hehe).

In my 8am half-dreaming stupor I had the weirdest, randomest thoughts o_O

Like, ‘OMG! He’s coming to see me today? How?’ o_O

And ‘He’s giving me a ring? Like in engagement ring?’ (I was looking at Tiffany and Damiani rings with Esther Phan the other night, among other things like v.expensive watches and v.impractical but beautiful shoes, so this explains it I think) o_O

And best of all (I’m rather embarassed to admit it), ‘He loves my mum?!’ o_O

*rolls all over floor while convulsing in laughter*

Ahem. Syok sendiri.

Seriously, I amuse myself. It took me about 5 minutes to properly wake up and comprehend the message and another 5 to type out a coherent reply. Or at least I hope it was coherent, heh.

Going out tonight to Loft at Zouk for a night out with the uni mates who, horror of horrors, I have never, repeat, never been out out with at night. Tis about time. I’ve decided to merge the two groups I’m supposed to be out with this weekend (Munty, Chansky et. al. and The Commies) so I can extend my curfew at once and enjoy both their company at once.

Genius right? I bet my ass will get grilled in the morning though, ho hum it’s all right by me all I do is stay at home anyway so it defeats the purpose of them grounding me.

*wanders off aimlessly to corner of room to admire impressive accumulation of bags*

/edit at 6:30pm

It’s another girl!