Juuuuuuuust

Fantastic.

All I wanted was some nice mind-numbing MSN time during my break.

And it's not FUCKING WORKING.

Don't make me shout.

Just don't.

Why does MSN never work? Is this some ploy to piss me off? Because, really, it's working. More than you would expect. How am I supposed to contain my annoyedness when I haven't got people to rant at? I don't want to rant in a blog - there is no one here to reply to me, and tell me to stop being stupid. It's only MSN. Half an hour without it is not going to kill me. Actually, it very likely will, as I may explode. My guts will be plastered all over my nice walls, and with any luck, my brain will smoosh into many tiny pieces, and stick to the screen in a nice globular fashion. Yeh. Anyway. MSN. Bastards. Torment me, will you? Tease me in your tempting ways, will you? Annoy me to HELL, will you, as you refuse to let me sign in for the seventy millionth time? ARGH.

And I don't have anything to wear to Georgie's. Why are you making me go? I don't want to go. I am too tired. I'm only going because you are making me, Steve. If I die of boredom or whatever, I will be forced to jam your head in the fridge, and slam the door on your head over and over again. Why does that image please me so much? I am such a sadist. I'm sorry, Steve, I won't really jam your head in a fridge door. But I may imagine it. A lot.

Yawn.

I am very tempted to go to Georgie's dressed as a pirate.

Maybe I should chop my leg off for real.

And send it to Tom in the post.

Yeh, good plan.

I really hate case studies.

I do not care whether 10000 to 25000 people die a year from pollution in Cairo. I do not care whether people in a favella in Sao Paulo are dying of malnutrition. And, again, I don't care that Reading is an area of renewal and redevelopment. Hard to believe? I DON'T CARE. I DON'T CARE IN THE SLIGHTEST, SO WHY AM I BEING MADE TO LEARN THIS DRIVEL?.

MSN just let me sign in.

But, uh, guess what?

No one is online.

SIGH.

I don't want to finish the blog entry.

I am kind of hoping it will go on forever.

Not sure why.

I need to call Fati.

And Beth.

And Katherine.

And Auntie Chris.

And a whole host of other people.

Why am I such a bad friend?

Tut.

I'm supposed to be starting revision again in one minute exactly.

I don't think I will.

Because I don't like Geoggers. It is for gayers and leprechauns.

Thank you, and good night.