Determination?

where to start, because, oh, jesus, I just woke up and it feels as if I have just been drowned and then re-awoken, if that is a feeling you can relate to.....?

For those of you who waited for a blog update (like a heroin-addicted, HIV positive expectant mother to hear that her baby does not indeed, have 9 arms) I suggest you stop holding your breath because
a) you WILL eventually pass out and;
b) I'm grumpy so this post will be more predictable than the last season of Friends...

I guess today never actually started well, and some would argue that I got out of the wrong side of bed, or am wearing my 'cranky' pants as I am so informed. Well, to you people I say, firstly, my bed is against a wall, so I can only get out one way, and secondly, I wasn't wearing pants today.......... just kidding....

Basically, I got woken up at 7:30ish after arriving home late yesterday. Long story short, my mum is incapable of closing a box.
Then, I didn't get to go to badminton because I got a JESUS MOTHERFCKING CHRIST SHIT huge cramp, and had to limp around like a bunny on crystal meth.

Because I was hungry at around lunch time (duh!) I looked for something to eat, but being in the same household as my sister, anything remotely edible (according to my standards) was not to be seen, so I decided to walk down to the local IGA (about 20 minutes).
Naturally, when I got to IGA I realised, "oh shit, I forgot my fcking wallet", and therefore spent about an hour pointlessly walking (NOT an attack on ice skating ;))

When I got home, tired, grumpy and hungry I made do with some toast, which should be illegal to be eaten for lunch, because that's how unsatisfying it is AND GOD FCKING DAMMIT, I can't concentrate with loud vietnamese karaoke next door, NOT ONLY is the person singing flatter than that coke which has been sitting in my room for a month, but excessively loud. Imagine being kicked up the arse, because that's pretty much how I feel right now.

I did however, get a ridiculous score in that game that sandra is endorsing on her blog , or "http://www.robrob8.com/games/bike-crash.htm"
No, its not a coincidence that my score is simply a photoshopped rearrangement of the numbers from sandra's high score... that would be cheating...

Additionally, I have done shit all and am looking forward to being crushed under the sheer weight of stuff due on tuesday.
Hrm, if only I had anything interesting to say, because unlike previously, its much the case of short story long.. hrm, in review, I am being a tad self-pitying, and I apologise and will stop whining like someone who "only got 5 and a 1/2 nuggets"

I guess I'll do a quick review about a book review on the back of Jane Eyre, and as much as I hate the book, the review comments still entertain me, like eelyn being unable to see her feet.

BERYL BAINBRIDGE writes: 'They don't write them like this any more....'
weeeeeell 'BERYL', if that is your real name, it just so happens that now-a-days people are more practical and don't write books of length comparable to the bible, in droning over emotive language, and thank god as well. WHOEVER SAID Jane Eyre was easy to read, was lying out of their shitting archaic arse.

I guess everyone has their 'off' days?

(Although if I do have a confession to make for the week, its that I laughed at a blind guy eating sphaghetti; but really, who wouldn't?)