Ok the mysterious package will have to wait till tomorrow. (I've made it sound like a big deal, which it's not, but it's pretty cool.) I've spent the day at school (shocking) and the evening at a friend's making brownies, ordering pizza, watching Fucking Åmål and listening to old Beatles lps. Now I should really get some sleep.
One day I'm gonna move to Paris and speak french and smoke gauloises, make huge paintings all day, mess around all night, and always wear lipstick and high heels. Like some living cliché. Woho.