Sick and tired. Literally.
Don't know why people accuse me of PMS-ing, or whining when I'm not.
If anything I post offends you, don't read. It's simple. I'm an offending person anyway. So why bother quarreling with an impossible man? Never mind.
Anyway I'm sick. No, not mentally sick. That's a given already: Anyone who knows me knows that I'm rotten to the core. Girls shun me, because continued exposure would result in likely death. I'm like some radioactive piece of shit, radiating my death rays upon all things feminine. The sick I'm talking about comes in the form of cold. Flu. Fuck. Really, I think I want to kill people already. I didn't run much, so why would I even catch a cold? Basket. And the weather is quite hot these days, so I don't see much of a reason for me to catch a cold. Really stupid. I can't cover myself up without sweating like some mad dog, and I can't allow myself to cool down without coughing like some shit.
Fuck.
And sore throat, because I drank too much H20. Muahaha.
Went back to school today for biology remedial. Damn fun. Finally, one topic I don't really need to flip the textbook open for. Chapter 17: Sexual reproduction in human beings. Really, I'm getting professional at labeling parts and all. I think I'm zai. I think everyone should fellate me because I'm zai. 18/20 for the biology quiz on this chapter. OK not exactly high, but hey. It's an improvement, so I'm proud.
Then met YARCKKKKKKKKKKK on the way to J8. Walked with him back to school to collect my handphone pouch, because I left it in the store. =.=
Saw CIP people. Very tempting. But then again orders were given, and it'd do me no good to disobey them. I'm a dog anyway. Read dog through a mirror.
Makan-ed breakfast at KFC (courtesy of Shank and CX, I love them to bits). More CIP people.
Wondered if the starting point was at J8, walked around and didn't see anything. Felt like shit, and wanted to, so I rushed home on 156, listening to emotional songs and all. OK the person in question went offline. Why would I focus my MSN on that person anyway.
It's just not rational, it's not pretty, and there's no thanks either. Only cold replies(which serves only to aggravate my cold) which are rather..icy. I like icings, I like iciness to a certain extent, but I don't like cold replies. Makes me feel cold. And makes me want to grab something to hug, as bags aren't the best things to hug.
Never mind.
Then went for tuition. Sleepy, sick, and lucky it wasn't air-conditioned. The fans were strong and did a great job blowing though.
So how? Is this blog post whiney, emotional, PMS-ey, angsty, blah blah? Know something? It's just a blog post.
And I don't care.
-- 4/06/2008 12:10:00 AM
