Travelling with the Royal London Circus
Yes, it is a mere hour and a half before my next exam, but you know what? I DON'T CARE. Instead, I will sit here and blog and simultaneously try and telepathically convince LovesHerDog to (a) bathe and (b) wash her dishes. She doesn't have exams to worry about, she dropped out of uni and can bloody well bathe and wash her dishes.
Weakened by the horror of how incredibly I managed to stuff up my first paper (also the one which I put in the most effort for), I moped around all day and wrote to my mother agreeing to go with my family on our annual vacation this year after much maternal guilt was applied via the magic of email.
Oh lord, what have I done.
It's to Japan. I HATE Japan.
And the fat idiot who broke my bed and his father have invited themselves along. I hate them too.
*bangs head against wall*
Suddenly I'm not looking forward so much to going home.
[edit] The earlier mind telepathy worked. Now I'm trying to convince telepathically to shut up as I try and study.
posted by Slinky @ 11:52:00 AM
3 Comments:
-
commented:
Aw babe! it's not so horrible... Think of Japanese food okay? you won't miss zouk out will you??
- » November 14, 2006 2:03 PM
-
vaoliveiro commented:
Hey, Japan sounds fascinating! Think "history lessons come alive" plus "dynamic cities" and completely different ways of doing things. I should actually stop over in Japan one of these days and actually see it, instead of merely rushing past security to catch my next plane.
- » November 14, 2006 2:43 PM
-
Slinky commented:
My fat, extremely smelly, socially inept cousin will be, along with his father, sponging off my family. And I will constantly be feeling guilty for not beign able to pay my own way. And I cannot buy anything because I can't afford it. And it will be COLD. I HATE being cold.
And hell no, I will not be missing Zoukout. If it clashed with Zoukout, there would have been no contest! And tickets are on sale already!
Vern - Japan is a giant shithole of kawaii consumerism, whaling, repression and refusing to admit what they did in the war. Unless I manage to snag a genuine samurai warrior who looks and sounds like Ken Watanabe, the history does't appeal to me. All their castles have been modernised so that they have freaking LIFTS inside, everything is glaring city neon lights, and the forced cutesy factor will make me want to slit my wrists with a Hello Kitty letter opener before long. I haaaaaaaaate Japan.- » November 14, 2006 4:46 PM