NUMERO EIGHTO

Okay, this post will be short as I really can't be bothered this evening and it is already REALLY LATE. Also, as this is my eighth post (corr, that's a lot already!) old posts will start disappearing from my home page. This is because the default number of posts displayed on a blogspot page is 7, so if you want to read my older posts (I don't know why would you would personally, but here you are...) just locate them within the archives.

I have come to hate Mondays with a passion. Last year they were bad enough (5 lessons in a row) but this year they're just taking the piss. I have periods 1 and 2 in the morning (meaning 8:30am start!) and then a gap of about 3 hours (comprised of 2 free periods and lunch break) followed by double fucking physics in the last two periods of the day (over 2 hours of solid physics theory hurts my brain...). This means I am in college in the hours 8:30-16:20, which is the most I could possibly be in college for in one day. IT'S NOT FAIR. Towards the end of lunch I was so fucking tired and bored that I ended up daydreaming, something not that uncommon to me. I was sitting amongst my friends outside and they were all in conversation but I wasn't really paying attention. I had Coffee & TV by Blur playing in one ear very loudly and I just got lost in the music. It's such a powerful song, I could go into all the awesome things about it here and now but it would probably bore the crap out of you, so I won't. I decided it is probably my favourite song of all time though, I just love getting lost in all the distorted guitars and blurred lyrics.

While I listened I daydreamed, specifically about one person in particular (guess who). I sat there in the grass and thought wistfully about how I wished I could be talking to her rather than stuck at college for another 3 or so hours. How pathetic of me, I think to myself about 12 hours later as I am sat typing. Oh well, I don't CARE. When I got home I felt midly depressed and really tired for the rest of the afternoon/early evening, but never mind. At least I managed to complete Ratchet 3! (although I was falling asleep playing it. This was at about 7:30pm, what the fuck). I'm currently playing through it again in Challenge Mode (same game only harder and you have access to more stuff, becomes available after you complete main game) and it is still ridiculous fun. Later on in the evening, my wishes were fulfilled! I have now been talking to thizzley for several hours straight and it has been AWESOME. She is the shit, seriously. In our eventual house we will have a room that is just filled with towels and socks, it shall be called "Jizzley's and Cuntfish's den". Jizzley is my nickname for her, in case I didn't tell you before. I should probably point out that these socks and towels will be clean (should be obvious...) laundry and will therefore be very warm and nice smelling. This is a very important detail.

I shall end this one in a rather impromptu fashion by saying to you:
I DON'T WANT TO BE WRITING THIS. THE END. (not my idea, believe me)