14.07.2003 ~ 3:57 am
3 something am. my hair is still wet from my 2 something am shower.
hello. it�s only 2 and i�m incredibly tired. preparing for packing. only sorting out all of my possessions. cracks open some boxes that were last open when my mum packed them in HK six years ago. some of them were full of things people gave me when i last left. very sweet. so far, i think only hannah has given me something. i am so petty, but hey, i�m leaving.
right now, i�m backing up lots and lots of stuff onto a super huge DVD. it�s not going too fast cos i�ve decided to back up all my mp3 files. really, really don�t need to lose all my music, thank you. it�s doing the aqualung tracks now. yay! my computer seemed to let out a sigh just before it began. aww. even inanimate objects love matt hales� voice.
speaking of the man, he was in a dream of mine yesterday morning. i was watching a video of him on my computer when i got transported into an actual rehearsal. it looked more 45s than aqualung to me. it�s important to note that he was wearing a black shirt. so he was singing and joking with his companions, when he started doing impressions. then his appearance started to change and i realised who he was taking the piss out of. or turning into. matt hales morphed into angel. gradually, so first his teeth changed, then his lips, then the rest of his face and hey presto, david �db� boreanaz.
very scary. i blame this on denni and rach, of course. denni has (relatively) recently discovered buffy and angel, and is trying to cover up her closet fascination with d �fatty� b, which is hard to do when your file-of-adoration (known formerly as the file of the fit chinese guys) has many pages devoted to his image. rach used to be one of my db buddies back in the day: �did you see the one of him in the fluffy white jumper?� *shivers*. she said something that suggests she still finds him attractive. anyway, on the tube to the business design centre, which is nearest to the station Angel (coincidence? i think not), there were many ads for buffy & angel box sets, and denni and i amused ourselves by doing impressions of the furies: �mmm... angel...� and therefore annoying the hell out of rach. i suppose it was slightly more bearable for them than listening to me talk about matt �n� ben.
that first dream was one of those nice dreams that turn into nightmares. next dream: we were all at school again (aww... no more) and ticca got chosen as something equivalent to a prefect in harry potter. except it was called something long and stupid and instead of a badge, she got a tacky yellow sticker. the next day she handed me my very own tacky yellow sticker. we got breakfast privileges. then we went on some school trip and matt vb was the coach driver. don�t worry, this isn�t the beginning of another obsession.
that�s it. this is the last time i get to use my mac for two months. i was a bit stressed about this, but now i�m slightly calmer. the PC�s not that bad, and it�ll be permanently plugged in when the macs go *weeps* i won�t get to see the RUTH videos for a while...
speaking of them, chess came round today. i�m gonna see her one more time before she leaves. we�re trying very hard. well done us. what did we do today? did you have to ask? since i immediately sat us at the computer, i made chess watch the RUTH videos, the 45s DVD and we surfed for photos. this has only made our belief in The Tourbus stronger. long live The Tourbus! so pretty. so perverted (us, that is).
can�t be bothered to proofread this, but it�s bound to be full of mistakes. gotta wake up early tomorrow to pack more cos the packers are coming. i stuffed the DT project/bedside table with soft toys. heh.
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