An epic title from an epic film...requoted by my mother on Wednesday the 2nd of September 2009 in the car on the way to school for my first day in third year. Funny at the time...mostly because of the serious tone and of course the fact that she was perfectly serious. I nodded along of course and that was about the highlight of my year. However, summer is here and third year was a load of crappiness and so I shall stop writing about it.
The reason why I am requoting my mother who requoted King Theoden in The Two Towers (Clickeh!) is because this is my first post in a blog that was created all the way back in the depths of November. I never got around to posting in it and time seemed to have sped up to the exams and my blog was post-less, empty, alone. It was a hard time but we got through it and I stuck to my promise that I wouldn't post in it until after my exams, otherwise I am pretty sure it would turn into a whole bitching session about the suckiness of exams and school life in general and no one really gives a rats tail about all that schtuff so imma get down to the more interesting schtuff!
Anyways so summer is finally here, I got my ass off Call of Duty and here I am posting in mah blawg! I'm feeling quite delightful at the moment which is very surprising since I got about three hours sleep last night due to the fact that six of my best friends (bff's, bffl's, besties whatever floats your boat) slept in my house. Good lolz of course but there comes a time in everyone's life where you realise sleeping in a bed with four other people isn't something you'd like to repeat. Especially when its about 5:30am and you're being excessively prodded in your ribs for no particular reason other than the fact that its gone beyond the point of tiredness and there is nothing else to do with your time.
But like I said the lolz were had and thats all the really matters? Moving on to more drastic topics, something that annoys me greatly. Clothes. My parents have been away for the past couple of days in London and I haven't the ability to wash my clothes. So basically I've been living in my flower patterned high waisted shorts (in which i adore) for the past four days...I really think I've gotten as much wear out of them as I possibly can. I think I'll just result to walking around in my pyjamas until my parents return. Anyone who knows me knows I hate wearing the same outfit twice and there's only so much one can do with a pair of shorts and about two clean tops well they're not clean anymore. Along with the rest of my clothes..I probably should have gotten my clothes washed before my parents left. But yeah, it's all gay at the moment but still I am in a spriteful mood. I'm almost a little scared of myself right now.
It's pretty cool though, I'm hoping for my parents to return with the new issue of Interview (Clickeh) for me. It can't be found in my town and I'm pretty sure its not in Dublin but the magazine looks fly' from where I'm sitting. Maybe that's why I'm in such a good mood? Could possibly be...although if they don't come home with it tommorow, my soul will be crushed. I guess I just broke my promise of not looking forward things anymore. I realised from experience that looking forward to things just ruins them, obliterates them. Nothing ever lives up to how you imagined it in your head originally and this is why I have begun to have a most mellow outlook on a lot of things in life. That way I won't get too disappointed when things go shit but things will be x10 better when things go well. yaaye!
Gah! Well thats enough babble from me. Expect either;
- a long rant on my love for the Olsen twins tommorow
- a very depressed post of not getting my interview magazine tommorow
......so it begins.
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