I've hit the uberment of confusement with Kishimoto-san. It's gotten to the extent where I'm dreading the next installment, simply because everytime he causes a big twist in the storyline, I lose brain cells. With my severe lack of brain cells I can't afford to lose anymore.

College is almost over and then it's Galway and... le sigh. Why am I going to Galway? What big, grand plan did I have that made me jot down that? Ok, direct entry, yay! After all, it wasn't as if I was going to get in on my great (really not!) grades. And it was grand back in September saying I was planning to go to Galway but I'm actually going to be going this September which seems like ages away but it's really not and I think I'm freaking out, hyperventilating... Oh bugger! Of course, I have to actually pass my exams first, which might not happen. I'm not exactly the best person when it comes to Economics, it involves common sense which I've come to realize, I don't have. Sure, I can make up a lot of things and bullshit really well, and sound smart doing it (which is how you can tell I'm bullshitting, I don't sound smart usually) but Economics has facts and you can't really bullshit economics. There's gotta be another way around it. And when I get to Galway and do fantastically (yeah right!) what am I supposed to do afterwards? It was suggested recently that I become a teacher - my great response was to laugh. I can't be a teacher, that requires... well I was going to say that requires endless patience and the ability to inspire young people, but then I remembered most of my teachers and seemingly, those traits aren't in great supply at the moment. So perhaps, I could be a teacher but I'm prone to violence when I'm frustrated and children are too law happy at the moment. I'd end up in prison, I'd rather go there doing something fun, like speeding down a road, knocking down those little orange cones -after all, why else are they there?

And somehow I doubt universities provide a helpful little imp that can sit on your shoulder and tell you what to do. Which means I'm going to have to make my own decisions, which I'm pretty sure is a bad idea. Not to mention unbelievably stupid. I can't be in charge of my own life; that'd be dangerous, funny but incredibly dangerous. Which leaves me at an impasse... Bah humbug.

UGH!! I can’t even find the words to describe how I’m feeling. It’s not anger per se, possibly a heck of a lot of bafflement combined with some complete disbelief and a little annoyance. Honestly, who ever that woman was deserves to be shot. No one ever spoils things in football matches. They don’t announce the game at the beginning saying who’s won. Yes, I know most of the matches are live but if they were doing a rerun, they wouldn’t say who’s already won. That would be unfair and... *growls*
Let me set the scene. I am a big fan of formula one, that is my sport, that’s the one I watch every time it’s on and spend the off season waiting for again. Some people have football and other’s have rugby, I have F1 (I also like Ice Hockey but it’s not on TV). So you can very well imagine my excitement knowing that the next season was just about to start. Ever since I heard the adverts two weeks ago, I’ve been subconsciously counting the days and so today comes and I avoided TV or the news like a plague so that I wouldn’t know who won. I even made sure not to mention anything about the sport in case one of my brothers –feeling spiteful or just being morons- decided to spill who won. So then two o’clock comes around and I settle myself down to watch the race while doing my philosophy only to realize that it wasn’t on. Insert panic attack as I fumbled for the remote and scanned the teletext to see when the heck my race was on. Turns out it was on at three not two, not so bad, I indulged in a little crocodile wrestling with Steve Irwin (the man was a legend!!<3). Finally three o’clock comes and after making a quick dash down to the kitchen for a mug of tea, I raced back up to catch the presenter announcing the show where she basically announced that Hamilton had won and we were about to watch the rerun!! I know it’s a rerun! I didn’t need her to spoil the damn finish! Can you just imagine her announcing a horror film or anything at all, ‘now you’re going to watch this show which some of you haven’t seen yet since it was on at 3 in the morning, but here’s the ending anyway!!’. Aren’t they supposed to give a spoiler alert first? Don’t they do that on the sports news? ‘If you haven’t seen the game, please turn away now!’ Why don’t we get that?! Stupid woman! So I started to watch the race knowing exactly who won it – that’s no way to watch any sport.

Next week I'm so getting up at 06:15. Yes it means I lose precious sleep but at least my race won't be ruined by stupid moronic women with no cop on!

Oh and my Philosophy is a no show.

What's the point of this blog thingy if I'm not going to write in it? I really should spend a little more time trying to write things down here but it's not as if you can spill your guts on a cyber journal to the entire world, you're just asking for trouble. But it seems a shame to have this space and not write in it, even though I have nothing to rant about and that's usually what I use to use this for...

I envy Tari-chan the ability to post short but sweet and informative blogs while I ramble on incessantly about everything and nothing and never get my point across? Maybe if I actually had a point this would work better. Hmm. I'm going to actually try to write in this thing more, give people an idea as to what I'm doing, which isn't much. But I have really good reasons for not writing as much as I should be and that's because... I'm being very lazy. Ma, ma, I know I should be more determined and actually do things instead of procrastinate but I kind of like procrastinating and if I simply do things for everyone else instead of me (thought technically everything I do is for me...) then I'll get depressed but on saying that, I need more hours in the day. I have plot bunnies galore multiplying in my head and no where to put them and I have friends I'm supposed to keep in contact with and god knows what else I have to do, not to mention several games that I would like to play and finish but everyone knows, Mikey especially, that I'm the queen of never finishing games because I suck at them. My recent game is another mention of just how much I suck and shows a good case against why i should not buy games but they're just soooo nice and they allow me to do something that isn't real. I don't like reality, reality BITES! It's seriously just full of disappointments and let downs and anticlimaxes...

Wow that was pessimistic. Maybe I really should stick with short, sweet blogs because too much writing and I start philosophizing... That essay for Philosophy will need to be more that one thousand words before I actually hit anything good. Honestly, what do you write for that subject? Meh, signing off... because I'm actually really bored and I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than sleep...