last night, at around 3am the phone rang, and rang and rang and rang.

it rang for 3 bloody minutes. and ripped me out of sleep/trance (they're almost the same in a way, haha).

it just thoroughly pissed me off! so i tore out of bed (after listening to it ring) and went over to get it (stumbling sleepily in the darkness, all naked and stuff).

the phone number that was given to my landlady (it's no longer my phone, i refuse to pay for it) is one digit from the local taxi comany. it's a 4 at the end, we have a 1 at the end. so i constantly get calls.

but if it's for me, the person will give up and call my cellphone. and USUALLY when it's for the taxi company they give up after 5 rings.

this person was persistent. so i pick it up: "Hello?"

"FINALLY!"

"Are you calling for a taxi?"

"Yeaaaah" (um like TOTALLY no duh braniac)

"THEN LEARN TO DIAL THE FUCKING PHONE." and then I hung-up.

it just freakin' pissed me off. i should have been evil and tricky and been like: "Okay where are you? Okay, and what's your credit card? Oh we do pre-payment that way. Your name? Expiry date?" and then jumped on the computer and bought myself shirts from tshirt hell

i'm at my parents for the day, but i'll be back home later.

and chymos your suggestion i totally agree with, i'm going to focus more. unfortunately i can't afford the DarkCage series, poor student that i am.

also to any interested i'm bored, and need to work on my writing abilities, so within the next week or so i'm going to post an essay on hypnosis. the clinical uses, the practical uses and 'both sides of the story' (nay sayers and yay sayers, hehe). it's to reawaken my old essay-writing skills and to work my journalistic investigative skills! i'll post my thesis up in a couple of days.