Day x

Where x is a number.

Fret not my fans, for I have not perished and I return like a bee to the hive. The last fews days shall be written up in brief right after I finish writing this sentence telling you it's coming next.

Friday. Arrived at uni usually late (Tutorials suck at 10am) and finished off my essay on the crappy off-the back-of-a-run-down-discount-store truck computers. Those computers will forever be dubbed as pure crap. Crap isn't even a strong enough word. Shit then. Fucken shit. Useless piles of poorly constructed turd, destined to annoy and ultimately ruin the lifes of students everywhere. DIE!
Now the reason: imagine writing 500 words off the top of your head, you're on fire (not literally...) and blazing away at the conlusion and WHAM the computer crashes (!@$!@), resulting in you losing your 500 words because Microsoft Word's recovery feature sucked so much it didn't even know. You now have to do it again. Do you like this computer? If you answered yes, please give me your address so I can promptly beat you senseless.

Saturday. Work sucks. The only highlight was when I finished, not just because I could go home, but because of the sudden influx of eye candy. Also, cabbage leaves make for good projectile weapons. Night time was dinner at "Fasta Pasta" and the clubbing, where I failed to drink a drop of anything.

Sunday. Work sucks, but not as much. The coolroom was emptied faster than a keg of beer at an old folk's home. Yes, that means it took all day. The deli had no cheese left too. What a day ruiner. No cheese and no something make me go blah blah etc. Now, you may be asking why I started this paragraph with "Sunday" instead of "Today," and my answer is simple: Fnerg. So... on to more important things like my outstanding StickCricket (TM) career; My current record is 207 and Hayden is my hero.

Also, spin and medium pace are weak -I feel like ritually sacrificing a ball and sending them to the pits of hell. Hat-trick my arse.

Tomorrow is Monday and that means nothing. Really. I mean, it is the day before Tuesday and the day after Sunday, but so what? Just because you have to work and I get the day off. Poor Vanessa... what?

I want some Milo - my days of Milk are getting boring. I might have to pray or sacrifice a spoon to the Milo gods for some better days. ^^

- Pary .ζ.