Stuff Up

"Stuff up": depending on how it's used, it can either mean "mistake" or "mess up." I've only heard it used to mean "mess up."

"Does the internet always stuff up like this?" (My roommate's friend asking my roommate about our dodgy internet signal.)


School's drawing to a close. I finally turned in my biology labs, so all I have left is my sports paper (due on Friday), my philosophy paper and my zoology exam, which are two weeks from now. I think I'll take my biology notes with me to New Zealand so I can study during the downtime. Hah, let's see how that goes. I'm actually a little scared to go to New Zealand, because it's just my friend and me in the dead of winter, in an already very cold country. To make matters worse, we're planning to drive ourselves around because we can't really afford a tour bus. I've already half-forgotten how to drive, and now I have to do it on the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road, in a foreign country. Dear God.

Did I mention that my boss is avoiding me? That bastard, after he said, "Okay, I'll call you to let you know when's your next shift," he never did. Whenever I called him over the past 2 weeks, I've always gotten one of my coworkers, who would tell me, "Oh yeah, I'll let him know you rang and he'll get back to you." -_- Well, you're not getting away from me. YOU ARE GOING TO PAY ME MY ONE HUNDRED AND TWO DOLLARS (and fifty cents)!

Ugh, I just realized that I spent my entire entry complaining. Ever since an acquaintance had told me, "Man, you complain a lot," I've been trying to cut down on all the negative things I say. It's kind of difficult actually, since my casual remarks tend to be complaints as well. No worries, I will work on it. Oh, and one more thing. I've decided to get a tattoo here in Melbourne. I've always wanted a tattoo of a pair of angel wings on my back, and I've finally decided that now's a good a time as any. I'll post up pictures of the wings I want once I find it.

Alright, I'm off to do my paper.