Eggs Party

Days are so easy if we got our works done. So do I. I'm amazed, by myself, for finishing works they gave to me. Not all, but it's pretty good for a beginner. Heh. Whatever. The most important thing, I guess, my hair is going to get cut. By me, or by them. And for some unknown reasons, MySpace can't be opened. Isn't that shit? Uh. Internet's just the same. Badly working. It's okay, just keep listening to Coldplay, still.

I hate it when the modem's blinking.