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Scratch Me Happy
October 13, 2003, 9:40 p.m. I suddenly realised yesterday that I was planning my wedding. I’ve always said the only reason I’d get married was so I could wear a meringue-dress, but then I found myself planning to have bubbles instead of confetti! Help me! I’m too anti-girly to plan my wedding, I’m all in for the eschewing of such ‘womanly’ conventions. Apparently those of the Brat’s friends who have turned 18 are addicted to scratchies. They’re all “Yeah, I went and bought a scratchie, but I didn’t win anything, so I bought another, and I won $2, but cause I was still in debt, I bought another, but I didn’t win anything.” I think that’s hilarious – worrying, you wouldn’t want them near a casino, but hilarious nonetheless. I have an essay due in on Friday . . . um, I’ve picked the question? And I’ve done a little reading . . . but there’s a strike on Thursday – so I’ve all day to work on it. Will totally put it off until the last minute though, you can tell. Ah, this is a shitty little entry. I don’t know, I’ve just got nowt to really say. Perhaps something startling will happen – I’ve got a Religion tute tomorrow, perhaps the Wanker will be in full form ; )
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