Have completely botched layout!

Can't even use premade ones anymore.

 I AM studying web design, so I thought I would be a big shot and use my skills

 BUT

The code is not html...it is CSS? Or something foreign to me.

Help, please.

I'm running late for Tafe.

So I thought I would make the most of it and proscrastinate around here for a while.

Doo doo.

Daaaaa.

And oh my god, does anyone watch Shameless? I love it. It's so smutty.

I love that word.

S-M-U-T.

Ahem, I just went over to Bmumble's blog, and he has fancy screen opening thingomejigs. And i'd just like to say...

WHY DOESN'T MINE HAVE THEM?

*tantrum*

A few phobias,

Which I may like to inherit on one day,

When i'm old,

With too many cats,

Donned in a moth ridden shawl.

Hobophobia: Fear of beggars (Well, some are scary)

Anuptaphobia: Fear of staying single

Bibliophobia: Fear of books

Lutraphobia: Fear of otters

Papaphobia: Fear of the pope

Proctophobia: Fear of rectums (Maybe if you're Richard Gere's hamster)

Anglophobia: Fear of England (Bunch of terrifying bastards you lot are)

Vuteuthindion: Fear of picnics

Arachibutyrophobia: Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

And finally,

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words.

You think they would have made it shorter,

Don't you.

Find your phobia here!

Bloody bejeezers. Have just escaped from the whirlwind of my wanton existence.

I have deferred university.

Quit my temping job.

Am now unemployed.

With no future prospects.

Wooooo.

Go me.

In other news. You miss ONE I tell you, ONE bloody episode of Neighbours, and they go and kill off half the bollocksy cast.

Not the good half, thank fuck.

And sticking with the Neighbours theme,

(Since obviously I am obsessed)

 Izzy is in a band!

Wednesday is plumetting towards us like Hitler let loose with an axe at a Hanukkah celebration.

It is probable that there will be not blood shed,

But the shrieks and shrills I will scream on Wednesday will be heard by all.

It's my birthday.

And I have to work.

Whhyyyyy oh whhhyyyyy?

Because I am a temp,

We are the scum of the corporate world.

Scum! I tell you.

Send alcohol and meat to my address.

Firstly,

A very belated MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!

I hope you all had a hearty christmas tea, filled with lots of meaty goodness.

2005 is treating me well. I haven't thrown up once yet this year,

And there is a new butcher in town.

I finally feel like my relationship is stable,

Which fills me with new hope and a tummy full of butterflies.

The only downside is I have to start university soon.

I think I am going to buy a lunch box.

And fill it with ham and cheese sandwiches and kids poppers.

Yes.

This year I will be a dork,

The biggest.

I will get to uni on time, and not park in staff or disabled parking.

This year will be grand,