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The other day, I totally found some "I told you so" cards. There was one that had pretty much all the horrid things people have ever said to me when I'm trying to tell them the truth, then opened up to show "Well, guess what? I was right. Told you so." Only the fact that I needed the cash I had for petrol stopped me from buying a pack. Dude, I could go through those things like underwear ((because I am ultimately, predominantly, right. )) But, next time I'm right, I fully intend to mail out a set of them. Good times.

In other news, I wish to jump Neal Caffrey. He sort of reminds me of a super intelligent puppy just waiting for the right moment to strike. I love it! That being said, since White Collar is reasonably new, there's, like, no good fanfiction around to giggle at while I wait for MOAR EPISODES RAWR!! *sigh* No new Supernatural, Bones, Glee or NCIS, either. My one consolation is the amount of new Merlin eps I have to watch. Tragically, since I go back to work tomorrow, I won't be able to just waste my day watching them now.

Instead of writing ((like I promised I would)) or reading ((again, like I promised I would)) I went and go Lego Batman and have been fighting my way through levels of legoy goodness with good old Robin ((I think it's the Tim version, though. Nothing against the kid, but I always liked Dick as Robin. But, I suppose Batman molested them all at various stages, so I guess they serve the same purpose in Wayne Manor... o.O)). The game isn't all that challenging, but it's good fun. I need to Lego Indy game, I think.

...where did 'ainted' come from? .. .. Nails! Righto. I'm on a mission to not bite/chew/tear/destroy my nails this Summer. They're as long as I've ever had them at the moment, and I keep clawing myself, getting them stuck in the door handle, digging them into my palm and generally having issues. How to people LIVE? The one plus side is that I get to paint them, and I do each hand different colours, just because I can. For some reason this makes me very, very happy.

Another thing that makes me happy are earrings. I spend more time deciding what earrings I want to wear than I do picking clothes. I don't have a logic explanation as to why, either, I just really like it. Bah.

I keep whistling when I walk into the house, just a really quick sound when I shut the garage door. It took me forever to figure it out, but I whistle because it used to call Scooby out from wherever she was sleeping. The front window still has marks on it from where she used to bark and carry on when we drove up, or someone came to the door. It amuses me, how little things change. All my time away at uni, and I return to exactly the same routine as I've always had. When I go back to work properly, it'll be the same again.

Recently, I discovered the joys of mystery google. The one tragedy is that all the people who want 'missions' completed appear to be Americans, and be damned if I'm wasting credit fulfilling them.

Oh yeah! I went to the tattoo place in Warragul to get my paws done, but they're all booked until the new year. So, looks like I'll be waiting a while, unless I can be bothered finding another place. But, from here on it's likely to be public holidays or work days for me, so it'll become just that much harder. And I don't really know how sore a new tat is likely to be, especially if I'm manhandling boxes all day. If all else fails, right before uni starts back I'll get it sorted. Yeah.

And that's pretty much it. Back to my killing of time. Also, it's really hot in this room. And I have a banana.

That is all.