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Friday, January 07, 2011 || 12:23 am

I always seem to find a way to leave my shit at my boyfriend's house. I'm pretty sure I've reminded myself time and time again, how anxious I get without a phone or wallet. Those are the two staple items I need to have on me when I'm out. Unless I know I don't need my wallet, like accompanying mum and/or sister to the local woolies, I most definitely feel insecure without it on my person.

So then, why did I do it again today? I took it out to call Chanel and ask about her International Business major, and hearing about the theory-laden workload of the major, I was pretty much immediately convinced. I've always wanted to do something international-related... but most of the time it's pretty useless, say, an International Studies degree... luckily, I'm doing a double degree, so I've got a safety-cushion ^_^

Anyhow, I took my phone out to make a call, and left it on my boyfriend's desk. Grrr it just makes me want to kick myself. Even though, he gave me his phone just as I was on my way home... its just not the same! My precious phone... my precious chocolate block. Hahaha

And then I come home, and attempt to check how my download quota is holding up, and figure that I've forgotten the gawd-damned password to my stupid account! Ugh, I'm stubborn, so I tried for about 15-20 minutes, with no luck.

So now... I'm just online, waiting for Dylan to call. Doing a bit of mental shopping...


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fawk dattt. he's not home yet. i'm just gonna sleep. good night.

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