I give up with the prose posts. It’s fun but too demanding. Constantly wanting to be entertaining and special. I’m sure the blogging world won’t mind my first person rant against the world, or rather, an insightly overview of my days at university! Oh what joyous fun!
And so I begin…
I hate how Thursdays are always a rush. I leave with the last of the secondary school run and the beginnings or middle of the primary school run (or in my case the collage bums). So all the buses are packed with angry looking yobbos or that really annoying mother with a pram twice the size of any pram I’ve seen and I’m almost certain her poor baby is lost in an array of blankets to make up for all the extra space.
I have come to the conclusion that Sophia and Jonathan enjoy “roughing us up”. First Jonathan with his clips of This Is England where that guy was beaten to death, and then Sophia with her Vietnam footage and then fully show an execution of a man. At not even 9 in the morning!!
It was a mildly pleasant day (bar the dodgy war footage), apart from feeling extremely tired, and that horrible nagging feeling where every inch of your body is crying “I don’t want to be here!”. And thus I managed to surfice to a tension headache by the end of the day. Wonderful.
I lost my only pool match today against Ameena. I once again potted the Black, and I was so close to winning. Even Harith lost (with two balls remaining) which is a shock as he is really good! A bad day for all I think.
Elkin and I ended up walking most of the way home. Which was okay, and we sort of beat the bus! Excellent!
Now I am home, with little else to say, with a slight tension headache as although I won’t admit it there are a few things on my mind, and I’m tired, and want to sleep and dream of happy things that will turn my blood cold as it rushes with a little thrill through my veins making my heart skip a beat, making me mutter a little “oh” as I sigh out all the pent-up bliss. For a moment, I wish to feel this, and then, and only then I shall reside to living back up inside my head again, inside the clouded heaven of my imagination, my world, my bliss.
Goodnight.
