Tuesday, November 25, 2008



I'm bored. And there isn't exactly a ton to blog about these past two days, unless the chronicles of me lying around bored out of my skull happens to be interesting to you. Clearly that won't ( unless you're really bored ) so it's just boring boring boring.

Seriously, this can't be more boring. My comp's still being anti-dota/heroes and just being a general bitch so I'm not even able to while away some time with mindless-hero-slaughtering. I've watched Scary Movie 3 and White Chicks about 5 times since I got to Melbourne. Hell, I've even watched Scary Movie 2, and that's in Persian.

EFFING PERSIAN.

So yeah I'm bored and I'm blogging because I'm so bored I have nothing better to do. My current alternatives include dying, cooking, or watching my brother play WiiFit. I'm saving option A for tomorrow. Option B will lead to option A. Option C somewhat reminds me of the FairlyOdd Parents

"And no matter how much the jelly shakes, the broccoli always stays in the middle!" - Puppet 'Mum'

I'm going to have a mini-bitchfest now. It'll be a lot of pointless whining, bitching and possibly cursing. It's pointless, but I'm going to do it for three simple reasons.

1) I'm bored
2) It's been annoying me
3) It's my blog anyway

Ok, let the bitchfest commence!

I"M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING UNDERAPPRECIATED.
WOULD IT KILL YOU PEOPLE TO SAY THANKS ONCE IN A WHILE?

Example 1:
"Thanks for staying back to study with me, even though I abandoned you twice before without any good excuse"

Example 2:
"Thanks for running up and down ECP to the 7-11 to buy us water out of your own allowance when we were passed out like the stupid drunks we were."

Example 3:
"Thanks for cleaning up the chalet while we were passed out like the stupid drunks we were"

Example 4:
"Thanks for not ripping our heads off when we told you that you were being a grumpy bitch after cleaning up the chalet. Especially since we had absolutely no clue that you had spent the entire morning cleaning up after us and instead decided that you were just being grumpy. This of course happened after we had just woken up from being passed out like the stupid drunks we were with"

If some of them stupid drunks hadn't been my best friends, I probably would have just left the stupid chalet right there and then.

In any case, I'm pretty much sick and tired of being some bitch being expected to do things for everyone and not getting appreciated in return, no "thank you"s or "nice job"s or even just a simple "THANKS!".

So that Christmas Chalet can just go plan itself because I'm not wasting my time planning a chalet for some effing retards who'd probably just mess it up again. I'd rather spend my time doing things that are more useful, like playing computer games.

And if you say "Bt bt Linus! computer gamez r 4 luserz, dey're not impt at all!"

THAT'S THE POINT.