Sunday, October 07, 2007



I think FaceBook is incredibly overrated. It's not fun, it's a chore. Can you just imagine coming back everyday and having to bite 17 people, reply and re-poke people to tell them you love them, help others 'fight' an online war and then have to vandalize their walls which, following in Northern 'FrickingSonofabitch' Ireland's footsteps, should be renamed the Piss Walls.

If that paragraph didn't somehow the slightest hint that I am not in a good mood right now, then you have cerebral palsy and I will have to strangle you with your keyboard wire. If you're using a laptop then I'll strangle you with your mouse. If you're using an optical mouse then I'll kick you in the balls. If you're a girl then I'll ask you out on a date. The point is that cerebral palsy is bad and don't believe what the madman on the roof says.

These few weeks have given brand new meaning to the abbreviation PMS and also broken many boundaries. PMS has now been re-defined as Permanent Mood Swing which I wield as my fricking Bankai bitch sword which gives me the power to make everyone who repeats 'Senbonzakura' shove that fricking sword up their Kuchiki Byakuya-loving anal orifice. My PMS pwns all without question because its Final Release is to conjure up big steaming cups of Venti D'Pressoes and hurl them around, splashing hot mucky liquid onto everyone and instantly making them depressed and PMSy. Yes. The PMS is a fearful weapon indeed and I wield it in my grumpy annoyed hands.

I have managed to screw up my SS paper which wasn't even all that hard apart from the banana=ing ridiculous SBQ that made as much sense as Rio's compositions. By the way, during English that day, Rio was reading out his absolutely fantastic Formal Letter that sounded like he wrote it with the pen in his asscrack and whilst thinking with his ass itself. Who the hell writes a bloody Formal Letter with literary-intentions. Rio is the Niagara Falls of faux-literary bullshit and thank god he did not take Literature because I cannot imagine surviving one day of Literature Class with his poseur, pretentious analysis of a subject he evidently understands nothing about.

I still cannot understand how I managed to banana-up SEQ part B which is bloody banana'ing obvious.

It's another 5 days of exams this week and all I want to give it is the finger. I sort of wish life was a virtual world that we could escape to, with 'Back', 'Delete', 'Save' and 'Restart' buttons. And when you get tired of it all, just Power Off, rest, and get back when you're feeling better.

Unfortunately, Life right now is in Beta-Testing. As such, there are no such buttons, and Power Off is but a temporary respite to this painful path that seems to meander endlessly and needlessly.

Damn.
I should have gone Church today.