Stir crazy...

To say I am bored and tired would be an understatement, to say I am retaining the most of my sanity through this time period would be a lie. I am sitting here at ten to five in the afternoon after school wasting time again, wrapped up in a blanket, listening to Electronica with a cat. Picture that now will you, and what result does this bring up in your mind? I'm pretty sure it is a lonely old virgin who is crying out for attention, well, I'm not doing neither .I'm writing to kill time.

The good news is a small handful actually read my blog and were surprised at the seriousness of it all. At school I am actually quite loud, cracking jokes and not very mature. But, what can you expect? I sit around with 17 year olds who are screaming out who has herpes or not using the "1 in 8 people will have herpes" fight. Oh Wow, that means 700,000,000,000 people should have herpes. Fuck, Gotta love that logic!

Television is becoming less appealing to me, there is never anything decent on these days, even though our family forks out an obscene amount of cash for Pay TV, which is just littered with infomercials in between re-runs of South Park, Malcolm in the Middle and the Simpsons. Just biding my time until September till the new Series of Heroes begins and I can curl up on the couch with Tim Krings favorite bunch of superhero freaks and enjoy some compelling television.

Daft Punk, A band that is good in small doses, they also have some real shit. Same goes with the Ministry of Sound compilations. It is getting harder for me to "acquire" an album I can actually sit down and listen to from beginning to end, a few exceptions are The Presets latest album Apocalypso, Any of Slagsmalsklubbens albums and POSSIBLY the Psilodump album Psilodumputer. I don't know if music is generally getting worse or I'm just getting alot more picky. 

I need to start getting more sleep, I've been living off 7 hours sleep and it it totally beginning to catch up with me. This thing is littered with errors and spelling mistakes and at the end of every blog I thank someone's God for the invention of Spell Checker and cry a tear of relief that no one knows I am a shocking speller and bad grammar. Like, I'm falling asleep on a chair, the blanket and fireplace aren't helping either.

My Ancient History teacher is a moron, can't listen to reason that I have nothing left of Ancient History cause it was all destroyed in the great Coke explosion of '08.

If I hear Supercalafreakinawesome again I'm going to snap and probably kill someone, unluckily the girlfriend is the only one who says it religiously and don't want to hit her, but, I owe her over 1000 slaps. Her choice on where though.

I think I'm totally going to like, go lay down or something now, watch Reruns of scrubs. Kill some time... Sleep...

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