After 1 whole week of trying to get into livejournal and coming with html codes on screen. I finally got in. i  registered for another account *redcutfingers*  to see if it was just my account that did not work but both accounts stuffed up.  i finally though about switching from modzilla to internet explorer and wala...I am here writting brain hemmorrhaging stuff. I am sam! (don't ask , just don't ask)

now to write  about what's been happening to me, all exciting stuff! Why i should get my own reality tv show... Im so brilliant! This monday I finally got  a call to work  for a casual job in cambeltown I was like what the  F&*^(& ck Yeah sure i want to go, but i had to say no im sorry i cant work because the phlem fairy has decided to reside in my throat and my nose, my head feels like im recovering from bad hangover and  I  definently dont want to teach a year one class today. OMG imagine driving up there! So i turned them down, after months of working dilengently to look for work without feeling sick and on the day i finally get called to actually do anything i become sick COME ON! there has to be a hairdresser gunning for me. Dont ask how its the hair dressers fault...trust me its a conspiracy and i am the focus of their evil intent im their practice pittstop!  so after i hanged up at my first chance at working and getting experience or more importantly some money. I thought ahhh i can die in my room under 5 doonas/blankets  that i had sneaked from everyones room, but I was still cold so I also wore a couple of jumpers and preety long wooly socks. (i know reveting stuff) i was warm, medicated and ready to pass out. But my mother literally dragged me out of bed and said im taking you driving. O.o! i gave her a are you crazy look, which she ignored and after 10 minutes of total un-cordination and killing of the gear box she continued her torture of trying to teach me to drive. Finally after i filled her side with tissues and coughed blood she decided that i might be just a tad too sick to drive.

THIS IS MY LIFE... somebody call me a stripper. <_< okay maybe exageration there i mean what would i do with one? yes i still feel sick so hmm i will settlle for  a nice hot chocolate and for my feet to finally be warm.