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Blog #258
Sickness Starting


As always, Film Studies today was the same old, same old - recapping stuff I'd already learnt last year. I got there earlier today, so I got a seat closer to the front. I think my eyes are getting worse - even with my glasses, I'm finding it hard to read things that are far away.

English was so strange today, it was actually minorly enjoyable. Perhaps Angela is receiving my telepathic requests to liven up a bit.
We were studying the basic fundamentals about how a child learns to talk - starting with the phonemes, vowel and consonant sounds.

Thus, Angela was making all these weird noises and strange faces with her lips all puckered up and her mouth wide open. Most of us copied her when prompted, lmao.
She had YouTube up on the whiteboard, so she made us watch these hilarious random videos:




It won't let me embed this one, but it had me in absolute fits: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4Q1QN-SFCM.
It even led me to screenshot and caption the silly cow on it:



To save me time later on, I wrote the essay for tomorrow in the LRC.
I was on the computer for about two hours in there, practically all I was doing was reading about games on Wikipedia then seeing how much they were on Amazon. Lolwut?

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I'd started to feel pretty ill when I was in English - my whole head was aching, starting with my throat, then going up to my teeth and my jaw, my nose and sinuses, my ears and my head - but only down one side.
By the time I'd gotten off the bus home, it had spread to both sides.

I was in at around 4 - and I basically just took off my trousers and got in bed.
This was after I'd went in the living room and told mam I didn't feel well - her exact word response?
"I don't care, you deserve it, you're a horrible person."

Hmm yes. I'm a horrible person just because I called her a cunt.
I wonder what she'd be like if I actually did something serious, like mugged someone or killed an animal.

She did bring me some paracetamol eventually.
This of course, was after nana ringing me and waking me up to have a whinge about my personal message on MSN. She'd texted me yesterday telling me to take it off, so I did... But apparently it keeps re-appearing on the new MSN at the bottom where it shows recent changes. Fucking typical.
I asked her not to tell mam, but I bet she does end up telling her. She can't be fucking trusted.
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