am stuck in a vicious cycle of having my days on repeat. i can sense my brain cells depleting at an alarming rate. now i find myself eager and startlingly anxious to just burn time in the form of Feims, my alter-ego. i'm embarrassed to admit that this holiday has dragged on fer so long that i've actually grown semi-addicted to WoW. i've also morphed into a sorry lump of lard that cries out in desperation for vigorous exercise and for someone to remove all snacks from my sight. gastronomic boredom has driven me to the irreversible state i am in.
okay enough of lamenting about my ghastly weight-gain.
i watched alotta soccer today. and i realise that the more i watch people play, the more i feel like playing. thats one reason why i'm hoping school starts soon, cos i want ccas to start pronto. being the mad enthusiastic fuck that i sometimes am, i signed up for 3 ccas but i predict, all it'll take is one week and i'll be cca-less again. happens every time thanks to my perpetual inability to stop feuding with discipline.
call me sexist, but i seriously think that some songs sound better when its a male on vocals. i always wanted to be a rock star (no really ... dont laugh), but i figured there're really few females who can pull that off without killing rocknroll. so fuck that.
i'm starting to love sundays.
read - french women don't get fat by Mireille Guiliano