Turn it around

Today is like some neverending bad dream that just goes on and on.

I know it's just a bad day but I'm just so down that I can't stand it anymore and I have to vent my spleen somewhere which is why I'm typing this post out in school where I know there isn't any internet privacy where the school's tech administrator will probably discover my blog.

I don't care.

I'm tired.

I think if there are two words I say the most it would be "I'm tired". I just say it alot. But I mean it every time. I AM tired. Most days I wake up tired and then proceed to get more exhausted as the day wears on.

And it doesn't help that I have masses of work to do. That I don't KNOW how to do.

Today the Boy isn't helping either. He's all pissed that he got a parking ticket and full of righteous anger and I just don't want to deal with it. Mostly I just don't want people to get pissed at shit like parking tickets and totally fucked up things like traffic jams. Although I have to say that since the Boy is involved in my bad day I suppose it just got to him too which is understandable.

Why am I just so screwed up? I can't do anything right. Why am I just so enormously stupid?

There are no answers. There never are.

God, there has to be some answer to this cosmic question. Otherwise everyday is just Sisyphus-like and wears on and on.

I hope the day, my life,gets better.

Post script:
It's just so appropriate that today is the 1st of June though. The first official day of winter. I want to not be here. I want to be at home in bed snuggled down with a book and some milo with loads of condensed milk.

But I can't go home for another few hours so I'm going to be here pretending to do work, pretending to listen in class for another 3.5 hours before I go to the gym for 2 hours and then I finally get to go home.

Belgian Beer Garden

I meant to post a few days ago, only the thing about starting new blogs is that I tend to forget the username and pass word I made up for the blog.

I logged into blogger at least 3 times and got so mad at myself for having a memory like a sieve. Honestly...I need to take brain supplements or something.

Anyway when I finally remembered how to log in and all (My God I sound ditsy), I thought I'd say something about the place I went to with my cell group last night. The place (Belgian Beer Garden) was new to me even though it was only a few tram stops down the road I live on. It had a lovely atmosphere, wood panelling and a deliberately ye olde fashioned pub look.

Plus, I finally found a beer I actually quite like. Stella Artois!!Who would have known beer could taste so good? Most beers are just bitter and sorta yucky tasting but this one.... it had texture!Flavour!

But beer aside, the food wasn't bad really. The beef stew thingummy I ordered wasn't exactly fantastic, but MY's beer battered fish & chips turned out beautifully. The steak was so-so but really the highlight of the meal were the cream sauce mussels we ordered to share. They were sooo good. I mean, I'm not a huge fan of mussels but those were really juicy and yummy. And the sauce..oh the sauce was to die for. So much cream and white wine and mussel essence....I drank a spoonful of it and almost swooned.

I wanted to stick up a picture of the place but blogger refused to cooperate...again and again. So no pictures just yet.

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky

It's 2007 and apparently I like writing more than I knew. So this is the new pad and the newest test blog post.

And typically, since its midnight and I'm using match sticks to prop my eyes open, this is going to be short.

My old one? Anonymous, picture free and heavily verbose. My new one?Let's just say that I feel a deep seated need to relive my 15 year old self and post giggly, badly spelled posts with a million photos of myself being embarrassing kiddy. Yes, this is going to be THAT kind of a blog.

So there.

Oh, a because I like to cook now, as opposed to merely liking to eat, there'll be the odd recipe here and there too. And maybe the odd poem.