Saturday, October 14, 2006
Sit back and panic
Well, upon completion of her dastardly media essay, the heroine retires back into the confines of her comfy room, signs in to her Trinity account, then vomits into a basin after seeing bloody letters drawn across the screen. The heroine then picks herself up, vows to drop Accounting, then goes off to have gourmet sausages for lunch, cursing English and HOI along the way. She reasons with herself that its not the calculator's fault the bloody numbers on the screen are screaming. After lunch, the heroine once again returns to her room, this time, to sulk. She contemplates between reading Othello, since she skipped her literature tute this week, and watching Fruits Basket. Instead, she once again picks up the courage to face her laptop, and reaches for the comfort of blogging, a pastime she has almost abandoned since term 3 exams. So here she is now...
Hi. This is me. What a crap week of essay-slogging. My body has now programmed itself to wake up at 5am every morning, since I've been doing this for the entire week. Now, I shall begin the painful process of restoring my body clock to wake up at 11am or later. Wish me luck. I still haven't found a dress for the Trinity Ball thingy. I am SO NOT gonna spend over a 100 for a stupid dress that I'll probably only wear 5 times throughout the course of my life. And that's only if I reach 40. I mean, I could buy an iPod instead of a $440 dress. You can't even play games or listen to music or watch movies with a $500 dress. So what, exactly, can one do with a $500 dress? There's only one answer:
WEAR IT.
THAT'S IT.
VOILA. The SOLE use of a dress. Wear it and look pretty for the nonexistent cameras. -_-;; It's not that I'm stingy. I could get 2 PS2 consoles for a $500 dress, and both my brothers' birthday present problems for 2006 would be solved. Plus I'll still have $100 leftover. Better yet, I'll learn how to make my own dresses... ... ... Nah. That is SO not going to happen. Me? Sit willingly in front of a sewing machine? For my children, maybe. And even then, it's only a MAYBE.
Haha. I was observing the folds of fat on my tummy after dinner last night. I counted 3. Curses. But maybe that's because I was bending over. No. No excuse. It's high time I started exercising again. I can't even run after the tram without huffing and puffing like Thomas the Tank Engine. I'm making self-deprecating jokes about myself again, how depressing. I should just go on about that Nike shoebox I have in my room.
Yep. Our X'mas child is gonna be so lucky. He's getting a BRANDED shoebox. Now I don't even have to wrap it in anything. :) Which will be a good thing. It took me the better part of an hour juct to wrap Adlin's prezzie. Thank goodness for the wrapping service at shopping centres (not that I ever use them, hahahaha!). Besides, spring is in the air. Oh, talking about spring...
THURSDAY WAS SO FREAKING HOT. I WAS FREAKING DYING IN FRONT OF MY LAPTOP DOING MY ESSAY, AND THE LAPTOP ALMOST FREAKING OVERHEATED. I HAD TO FREAKING BATHE IN COLD WATER (WHICH I HATE) AND FREAKING CHANGE INTO SHORTS AND TANK. MY FREAKING FINGERS FELT LIKE THEY WERE BEING COOKED BY THE FREAKING HOT KEYBOARD AND I THOUGHT I WOULD FREAKING GO TO HELL.
Thank goodness for Jericho. ***The "freaking" is just a replacement word for a stronger one that I wish I could use, but I'm not a uncouth fool. I hate people who throw around that "F" word freely. To me, they're either 1) act cool 2) uncouth and uneducated 3) evil 4) ignorant of how to curse tastefully. Yep.
...is what I said. Savvy?
2:23 pm
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