He Was In The Habit Of Takin' Things For Granted

I hate Emma today.

I don't know why.

I'm just in the kind of mood today. You know, the irrational, annoying, hormonal kind. Basically, I'm acting like I normally act. Actually, I'm particularly annoyed, because I have lost my funniness. I used to be amusing. Honestly. I don't know where it all went. One day, it just disappeared, that part of my brain fluttered off into the skies above, never to return. It's really very depressing. I'd like to regain some of my funninity. Any suggestions? Any courses on being funny? Somebody willing to tutor me in the ways of hilarity? No? Damn.

Maybe it's just an age thing. Actually, that's true. I haven't been funny since I turned sixteen. See, there is it. I mean it is. Being legal has stolen my sense of humour. I am no longer funny because I am allowed to have sex. That must be it. So, come on, Tawny Bliar, revoke my right to shag, and give my sense of humour back. Please. I would really appreciate it. As, I feel that really, a good laugh is more important than sex. So, go on. A couple more years of hilarity in exchange for my legality? A fair deal, I think you will agree.

This strikes me as slightly annoying: I FINALLY understand all the nonsense we are doing in Chemistry, I can understand moles (I've even got an HILARIOUS joke about them), empirical formula, all the rock nonsense, basically all of it. And I'm giving it up in two weeks. So, that is two years of work for an HOUR AND A HALF of exam. That's two entire years of feeling stupid, two years of HATING Chemistry, two years of wanting to kill myself every Wednesday afternoon. For ninety minutes of ... well, nothing. And even worse than this, I will not be able to remember how to do any of this in the exam, EVEN THOUGH I understand it. I hate Chemistry.

Hahahahahahahaha. My Year Nine attempt at photoshoppery. This is Kris... as a wizard. I just found this on my computer. Proof that I DID used to be funny. I really wish I could remember why I'd made this picture. There must be a damn good reason behind it. Or perhaps I am more screwed in the head than I give myself credit for. No, I'm damn impressed by that. I don't think I'd make such a good picture if I attempted it now. Hold on, I've just remembered why I made it. I think it was a revenge thing, after we went through that stage of practical jokes. You remember, the blu-tack in locker key-holes, the water on the chair, the changing of times, hiding things in each others' bags, etc. etc. etc. ad infinitum. What a crap revenge that was. Sorry, Krease, for being shit at practical jokes. We should start that again. Really. Us SWPS girls rawk. I have proof:

And it's true. Sir William Perkins's girls ARE wicked. Even if the cushion cannot get the name of our school right. But no matter. The sentiment is there. I've just remembered. Marios knows Clare Lees. Am I the only one who finds this hysterical? Probably. But then we know allllll about my humour problems. Oh yes we do. I won't bore you with that again. If you DO want to be bored with it again, scroll on up, and read it again, and again until it is stuck in your head. Memorise it perhaps. Put it to music, and sing it along with a lyre. And you won't need professionals to help you, as love is the greatest teacher of all (sorry, Latin joke).

In conclusion (at long bloody last. I thought this damn post would never end.) I have to say that the new Hot Hot Heat album is fitter than the stars above, and I IMPLORE you to buy it. NOW.