Day One..ish:
I've been locked into this hostile cold mansion, more commonly referred to as my home, for as long as I can remember. Practically all contact with the outside world has been cut off - my darling iphone is being kept god knows where (well, most likely in my mother's safe but that's a minor detail) and an enormous moat filled with wild, starved alligators is preventing any plans for escape. Life is looking glum, oh so glum..
Okay. So I exaggerate A TAD. But I swear it's just a tad! The truth is that all of my friends are off on a end-of-year trip having fun while I, having a slightly extremely overprotective mother, have been forced to stay home. My phone has been taken away without hopes of resurfacing any time soon, and so preventing any proper contact, and on top of all that, my owl is ill and so cannot deliver my letters! Can life get ANY worse?!? (ps. for all of you less mentally developed people out there, yes, I'm being sarcastic).
This gives me 9 days (starting yesterday) for sit at home and.. well, sleep? As being a nerdette (real word, I swear!) is my 24/7 occupation, without school I have lost all purpose. Well to be honest with you, during those 24 hours I spend about 14 sleeping, 8 eating and maybe 2 studying (I know. Those maths skills have left you amazed). And by studying I mean sitting on 9gag while pretending to be writing an English essay on 21st century social media or something equally asinine. To be honest, yesterday was just filled with me moping about the house in a sweat-covered Man Utd shirt, feeling sorry for myself. That and making thousands (well, nine) hand made envelopes. I think it's my new calling. I would go into more detail but.. no. However today it was much better. That is why it is 'Day 1' since if I were to make a blog post yesterday it would go like this:
'I'm feeling miserable. I'm going go to bed now and wallow in self pity. Yay me. Kthxbai.'
Today was a lot more productive. Not that it was humanely possible for it to be LESS productive. I managed to stay positive most of the day by drowning myself in a historical roman novel (it just sounds more refined than 'old-ass chick flick') and when I finished it I had such a sense of.. completeness? I don't know, something about the happy ending that leaves me grinning like an idiot once I finish it.. Half way through I played cards with my sister and some friends and it was just awesome. I haven't hung out with them (well, him and his brother) in a while so it was really nice to get back with old friends. Or rather friend.
After that I just ate my grandpop's mindblowingly super oishii spring rolls (I swear there must be some fantastic ancient secret that he's hiding from everybody) and then I got to my writing.. Not that anyone will read this but it's distracting and you never know, it might even cheer someone up. Well it's that or bore them to death. In which case, I offer my sincerest apologies. :3
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