Name> Kiley/Kilolo/Ski
Age> 21 years
DOB> 20-10-1983
Location> Los Angeles, CA
Interests> Unattainable males (particularly celebrities, or tortured Byronic characters from manga, or English novels), reading, sleeping, eating, erm... eating, drinking, shoes, handbags, listening to standards on the radio, watching games live
Hopes> To one day finally leave for London and begin life anew, to finally get a Chelsea futbolka, and to finish all the writing projects I had begun
Confined to> Tiny one-bedroom flat with roommate, last semester with bloody hated university, tiring minimum wage work, and desperate monetary situation

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As of this moment...

Current date> 05 January 2005
Time> 10:09 p.m.
Quote> 'Why you crying?'
Drinking> Iced Jasmine Teh

Listening to> Jet - Look What You've Done

Reading> Going Postal, Terry Pratchett - in progress

Working On> Printing out business class notes

Film of the moment> 'The Princess Bride' - awwww

Did it not scare anyone else? It was quite late at night, when one is not drunk enough to assume that it is early morning, yet not so that the suggestion solidifies in one's mind - yes, one should be asleep at this hour. I flipped through channels before falling onto VH1 and wondering what sordid video was I watching. Animated Disney-like creatures of the forest and... Jet? I thought I had suffered a brain aneurysm and hysterically went to find Stinky, the roommate. Yes, she assured me, I was still crazy, and yes, that was Jet.

Bloody bastards, scaring me like that.

Back on the home front, we have lost our internet. It seems that our internet provider finally figured out that we hadn't paid our bill and cut us off. Hopefully we'll get it back soon, but Stinky's already moaning about missing her bloody OC shite on account of missing the cable bill as well. I'm currently at school, and I do realise it's late. Since the car is out of petrol, my only choice is to walk home alone. Bloody cheap university that won't pay for shuttle service after six p.m.

Since this was to be the new year and owt, I thought of resolutions. For about a second before chucking that away. As if I would be able to keep any of them. Why, I've already broken my resolution to be kind and generous to everyone I meet. I made an atrociously anti-social snot of myself both at work and class. No one wants to sit next to me anymore. Truth is, there is a reason to every action. Stinky and I have been living in horrible conditions.

A few days ago, pee dripped from the ceiling fan above my head. Stinky raised a fuss about it dropping on my computer, but I was more worried about the state of me. After all, that thing burned when it fell on me arm. Meanwhile our kitchen ceiling is rotting and falling apart. The kitchen wall has to be re-plastered. Our landlord means to make us move our kitchen to another place, whilst staying at the current apartment when the reconstruction is happening. I feel like I'm living in a cockroach hotel.

Luckily we're getting it fixed at all. Anyway, do me a fav, will ya luv? See that fave link up above? It's a page with amazon.com banners. Oh yes, I can see the look of horror in yer eyes now. Trouble is, I am short $750 for tuition this month (and another $750 next). So it justifies a little ad here and there (okay, more like everywhere). If one IS interested, click here to pre-order the Harry Potter book (you know you want it). And yes, I do get a little something something when a clickee goes through with the sale. Not much, but it's something. And I'm this close to finally graduating from this rat-hole of a prison. Hurrah!

I think that's it. Will continue rant later. Oh god, I just remembered we watched 'Riverdance' in business class. God alive, they DO look as if they've rods up their arses.

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