Huzzah! I got a new cell phone today. One with text messaging capability, which is a plus, considering how I got that whole package from Rogers. Only thing is that I can't seem to be able to set up my voicemail, and I know I have voicemail because I'm paying for it - I'd like to make the most out of that as soon as possible, you know?

Anyway, if anyone's wondering what the new number is, it's exactly the same as the old one EXCEPT it's 844 instead of 707.

I better tell him too. I'm hoping that he works tomorrow so that he can come to my party on Saturday. Wait...I don't remember what he said last week. It was either, if he can't work on Friday, and he takes a Saturday shift, he won't be able to come. That makes no sense though because my party starts at 8 and the latest shift at White Rose goes to 7. If I can make it from Woodbridge to home and back up to the outer limits of Markham, then he can make it home to look nice and make it to the party too. Hmph. I should tell him to stop being such an assbag. But he's not an assbag, lol, especially considering how he did text message me, and considering how he remembered my birthday...

Enough of that, though.

Last night's John Mayer concert was absolutely amazing, and was everything that I thought it would be. That man...is just too much. Haha, I can't even describe how great he is. Guitar solos, and the improvisations are what makes a great live show, and this was a great live show. There was this one part where he "battled" with the trumpet player. Oh my God. I think I was concentrating on it so hard that I was hardly even breathing.

Oh, no. Why can't more guys be more like John Mayer? Or more importantly, why can't I meet a guy like John Mayer?

Bah. JM has inspired me to play my guitar once again. Of course, I suck ass at it, but at least I'm making more of an attempt than before, right?

Now I must go study for Latin. Good times.

Emily sum misera cum laborat.

:: Emily 9:13 PM [+] ::