The Curse of May 27th
omfg. where do I start? I finally 'obtained' a viewing of Revenge of the Sith, but I swear I had to through a hell of a lot of obstacles and resumes for it.
That really is just the tip of the iceberg though. I try not to make whiney updates but today I truly feel hexed :P.
Before going to bed I left the window fully open and raised the blind, because my room was so humid (a mix of summer-time, computer heat and being on the top floor I guess), I was being baked in moisturizer/zit cream so I had to...
Then I fell asleep.
Then at 8:00am, A FUCKING ROBIN FLEW IN THE WINDOW AND SUICIDED INTO ALL DIRECTIONS OF MY WALLS. Then it fucking landed on my bed right next to my face, and at this point I've only had about 3 hours sleep, so I basically freaked hardcore. I called my dad first, cause I was a bit... confused, frankly. I realized he wasn't home by the third call so I just jumped out of bed like.
I went back in of course, after a while, in all my coma-enduced glory. I really shouldn't have, but I did. Armed with a 2x4...
I peared round and it was lying, in a sort of twitching undead stance, the type you'd see in an old romero film. So being the gangsta I am, I tried to pop a plank in its ass... but then it flew up again and started suiciding into my walls *and* craping on my bed sheet, mouse and wacom tablet. I ran away again.
It was time for Plan B. What is plan B you ask? Send my sister in as a sacrifice.
After beating around the bush for a while, she initiated forbidden jutsu Plan C... Grandma. In 5 minutes (THIS INCLUDES STAIR CLIMBING TIME) she grabbed it with one hand and took it away. Not bad for someone in her 90s.
I also got kicked off my counselling. I had skipped it on Thursday. Hey, depression *does* do that to you, y'know? I hate how professional counsellors have become now... guess I should be glad I'm not getting electric shock treatment though :D.
Then I got a nosebleed.
Then my dad shouted at me.
:D
I'm feeling pretty fine now though, since the shitwave passed by about 2 hours ago. A little Counter Strike can fix nearly anything.
I'm going to try and bother to do things to do, this includes but is not limited to: cleaning room, changing a postal order to cash (its the last fragment of birthday cash I have left), quit being lazy and buy a tent kit for Download Festival (just 13 days now :).
Uh, on a kind of pointless note.. I'm also really hungry. Dads bought takeaways this entire week so we've ended up being fed, but on the other hand, having no food in the kitchen.
I think I've only been eating 1-2 meals a day, and they usually consist of crisps, chips, deep-fried or battered stuff. It really sucks.
Someone e-mail me a Prawn Salad thxok?
That really is just the tip of the iceberg though. I try not to make whiney updates but today I truly feel hexed :P.
Before going to bed I left the window fully open and raised the blind, because my room was so humid (a mix of summer-time, computer heat and being on the top floor I guess), I was being baked in moisturizer/zit cream so I had to...
Then I fell asleep.
Then at 8:00am, A FUCKING ROBIN FLEW IN THE WINDOW AND SUICIDED INTO ALL DIRECTIONS OF MY WALLS. Then it fucking landed on my bed right next to my face, and at this point I've only had about 3 hours sleep, so I basically freaked hardcore. I called my dad first, cause I was a bit... confused, frankly. I realized he wasn't home by the third call so I just jumped out of bed like.
I went back in of course, after a while, in all my coma-enduced glory. I really shouldn't have, but I did. Armed with a 2x4...
I peared round and it was lying, in a sort of twitching undead stance, the type you'd see in an old romero film. So being the gangsta I am, I tried to pop a plank in its ass... but then it flew up again and started suiciding into my walls *and* craping on my bed sheet, mouse and wacom tablet. I ran away again.
It was time for Plan B. What is plan B you ask? Send my sister in as a sacrifice.
After beating around the bush for a while, she initiated forbidden jutsu Plan C... Grandma. In 5 minutes (THIS INCLUDES STAIR CLIMBING TIME) she grabbed it with one hand and took it away. Not bad for someone in her 90s.
I also got kicked off my counselling. I had skipped it on Thursday. Hey, depression *does* do that to you, y'know? I hate how professional counsellors have become now... guess I should be glad I'm not getting electric shock treatment though :D.
Then I got a nosebleed.
Then my dad shouted at me.
:D
I'm feeling pretty fine now though, since the shitwave passed by about 2 hours ago. A little Counter Strike can fix nearly anything.
I'm going to try and bother to do things to do, this includes but is not limited to: cleaning room, changing a postal order to cash (its the last fragment of birthday cash I have left), quit being lazy and buy a tent kit for Download Festival (just 13 days now :).
Uh, on a kind of pointless note.. I'm also really hungry. Dads bought takeaways this entire week so we've ended up being fed, but on the other hand, having no food in the kitchen.
I think I've only been eating 1-2 meals a day, and they usually consist of crisps, chips, deep-fried or battered stuff. It really sucks.
Someone e-mail me a Prawn Salad thxok?