  Ah I see how this works. *Sigh* I am about as computer savvy as a blind lemur, and am equally as likely to jump off cliffs. So yes what an exciting day. I went to my parents house as I do on most Sundays, to visit and make use of the free laundry facilities.
My parents are renovating the house and it's coming along nicely. I ended up moving furniture, which was completely unexpected, and has led me to the epiphany that I had better hit the gym before I move into my new apartment at the end of the month. My roommates are packing, it's all so very exciting really....I mean it....it's just soooo exciting. Of course I am aware that I had better start packing lest I leave it to the last minute and break all my stuff.
Of which there is very little. Does anyone else think that Paul Martin needs to have an anvil dropped on his head? I know that just comes out of nowhere, but I mean seriously, the guy can't be trusted. You don't trust someone who is rich to handle your money, they tend not to have a great sense of fiscal responsibility. Not that I do. I mean, I eat out more that I sleep it seems so I guess I'm not one to talk. Stupid bickering roomies...Man, I am going to revell in my own place.
I love these two but they drive me nuts. If I am ever in a relationship and I act like that someone kill me in an absolutely horrible fashion. Perhaps force me to listen to Avril Lavigne while forcing me to watch wrestling. That's a pretty horrible way to go. OK, I've actually disturbed myself. Oh well, I will go vomit now and then I'll come up with a plan to write something more intelligent. 
