Birthdays and such

Before I begin my account of today's events, I'd like to wish a very dear friend of mine a happy birthday. Happy Birthday to Jenna "Angel" McTavish - I hope your day was better than Milo iceacream (it has to be better than mine at least). Many good wishes coming your way like a train, except not as dangerous.

Now to my account of today's events (repeat?) - Firstly, The Test, which was actually the last thing that happened. It sucked royally, and by that I mean I should attend more lectures and read more on the topics. It was Maths, or more correctly, Computing Maths. Think logic and things, very simple, but a lot to take in; I should have done much better than I did. I blame the McDonalds I just ate.

On another note, for the first time ever a company has responded to my expression of interest the very next day. It's like history in the making, although I get the feeling it was a generic email, especially since it directed me to an online application area with weird questions like "Mother's Maiden Name" and "Number of Cats in Street." Ok, so maybe it didn't ask how many cats there were. My point is simple, and that is that I don't have a point. Yes, I did complete the application and now I must do as fishermen do - wait.

Before I turn this into a novel, I'll let you all know that today was - wait for it - another Milky day. I'm getting sick of some of these subjects at uni and their knack for being useless. I might end up overdosing on calcium with all these Milky days too - where's the Milo??

I've got your Milo right here, boitch.

No, I'm not going to turn this into a novel. It's a figure of speech, ok?

- Pary .ζ.