I LOVE WIRELESS

It is so fucking great I could cry, FINALLY I can bum out with my laptop (which, I have recently discovered, is perfect in every way, and nicely porpotionate to my weird little hands and although its only a 2gb affair, it is quite enough for my computing needs). Not only can I bum out and vegetate, I can do it in the fashion I enjoy best: on my lovely big new bed - it's like being entertained whilst lying on a giant marshmallow. I will, however, not go back to my former habits (being online until late watching randomers make fools of themselves on youtube and watching episodes of my favourite series until 4 in the morning).

In fact, I hereby declare, that as of today, I, the writer of this shitty blog entitled Wind Up Citrus, will better herself in every way possible in order to achieve enlightenment (more like, will study like a crazy motherfucker on redbull and ritalin in order to get four A's). Ofcourse, if I were to be really ambitious I would add a diet to the plans of self improvement, but it's been tried A LOT, and I have the will power of a serial killer, and am sort of getting used to being chubby, after 13 years of wanting to lose weight but not really succeeding. OK, fuck it, why not go down a dress size AND get 4 A's, both unlikely, but both possible within reason! I'll bloody commit to this crap this time (I hope)!

On the topic of commitment, I had a crazy arse dream the other night about getting a tattoo of a question mark on my wrist. And in the dream I said I had done it because of this quote from Room with a View (which we're studying right now for English)

At the side of the everlasting Why, there is a yes! And a yes! And a yes!

Mr Emmerson says that in the second Chapter: In Santa Croce with no Baedeker, and in chapter one Charlotte finds a large question mark in what was George Emmerson's room scrawled on a sheet or something, and in the movie version he spells out a '?' in pasta on his plate and shows it to Helena Bonham Carter's Lucy.

That quote is one of my favourite quotes, if not my favourite, from that book. It's just the loveliest way you could put it, put everything, into perspective. And it's also how I've always thought, or tried to think- existence is just a chain of doubt and questions that sometimes never get answered, but only by existing can you answer them.

It's really strange that I had that idea in a dream, but now I'm really considering it- why not?
I love tattoos and watching tattoo shows like LA ink and London ink (LA ink is so much better, I have a girl crush on Kat Von D) makes me want to have insane amounts of tattoos. But I want them all to be really well made and have some sort of meaning so that I don't get to the age of 80 thinking Shit, what have I done? although, by then it would be too late, and all that emotion would kill me, so it all works out!

It is presently nearly midnight in this side of the world, and I'm getting a tad sleepy, although my tenacity prevails, as I am still radiating with joy for getting back my wireless connection, fucking great this is, writing bullshit has never been so much fun and comfortable at the same time!

Oh, and I have listened to the new GNR album a couple of times now, and although I find it disappointing that they haven't maintained their original line-up, Axl Rose does have some fucking amazing set of pipes, and the songs are fucking good, different, but good. My favourite is Better, it was love at first sight only you can't SEE songs, you hear them, but HEY, I'm sleepy and still recovering from a cold! I shall report on the subject of Axl Rose and Chinese Democracy later this week, for no one to read! WAHEY!

If you read this, I fucking love you, and will have your babies! :D

(I wish it was the 80's right now, because it would have been acceptable for me to find Axl Rose bloody hot)