Another weekend snailed past. Don't get me wrong, I prefer weekends over weekdays, but I wish more stuff happend... I only have myself to blame, of course, but still.
Friday was abit meh. School went on, slowly, and gym was... I dunno. Rough I suppose. For someone who hasen't really done any excercise whatsoever for a couple of months. Feels damn good though. Of course, I didn't think about taking it abit slow, seeing as I was going to a birthday party afterwards. But nooooooo. My muscles ached all Friday and all Saturday... I died... 432 times? Yea, that sounds about right.
The party was great thought, the parts I was awake enough to remember anyway. We got hats, me and Mr T sang for them, and we had dinner at Hard Rock Cafeè. I managed to get some painkillers, and about when it was time to leave, I got back on my feet. Great timing, eh?
The next day was followed by sitting... and playing... Exciting as ever! Not that I could've gotten up if I wanted to though.
Today I... Did pretty much the same as yesterday, althought I managed to do something brilliant too! I forgot to eat. From Saturday 5 pm till Sunday 5 pm... And here I was, wondering why I was being so emo and why the day moved so slowly. I litterly dragged my feet to the gas station and got myself a burger. My eating habits are awesome, wouldn't you say?
Alot of ranting coming from me lately, I hope I'm not scaring people away. Bazinga!