Ok THIS ISN'T going to be another futile attempt at opening blogger and then saying "NAAH CEE-BEE-BEE BRO" (which I seem to have been doing for quite some weeks now I must admit).

Because I'm venting with so much anger and/or frustration at the moment ROAAAAAAAR.

So my day started with me falling into bed at 2am after watching Portugese girls flinging themselves onto the ground in every direction possible. GOSH! Why make such an act over falling over. I always wonder why they don't just fall over without the whole crazy totallyunecessary hand gestures plus expectantglancesattheref all happening in mid- air. jeez it looks so retarded!

ANYWAY, getting out of bed and showering at 12 noon without feeling guilty is so cool ayeaye. ;)

ANYWAY, so today I went to Eastwood to look for prizes for Orange Day since next week is Baulko Spirit week and due to exams and such the whole thing has been rather hectic and impulsive and poorly organized..
After wondering around for an hour, I was still empty handed because contrary to previous beliefs, there were absolutely NO ORANGE THINGS to buy for prizes! To top it off, after pouring all the contents of my bag onto the ground, I was hit with the discovery that my phone wasn't in there (which to you might not seem like a big deal but to me seemed like BLOODYFML because in the car my mum'd told me a zillion times she didn't want any more missed calls)....

Fail.

2 hours later after seeing that my mum and sister were NOT at the place I thought I was supposed to meet them, and carrying 2 basketballs and an assortment of things which I thought were pretty cool, I decided EFF THIS I'm just going to ask some random if they could kindly let me borrow their phone for 0.01 seconds.

So I did.

Good news: thanks to a young lad who (thankgod) was proficient in the English Language I was able to reach my mother.
Bad news: I was told over the phone that they weren't bothered to find/wait for me so they drove straight back home.

So then I lugged all my belongings and purchases to the station where
GOOD NEWS: no ticket barrier= no paying for a ticket
BAD NEWS: I saw that I'd missed the train by 1 minute and had to wait 29 minutes for the next one. FAIL.

- fast track til half an hour later-

Got off at Epping where
GOOD NEWS: There was a train to cheltenham which was just about to arrive.
BAD NEWS: My path down to the underground was blocked by a fat asian fob who's size almost exceeded the width of the escalator. I'm not joking. Realizing that the train was already coming to a stop 3174902750470 metres below us, she attempted to "hurry down the escalator" at a rocketing one step per second, oblivious to my loud stomping and "hurry up faggot" under-my-breath mutters a cm behind her. Or maybe she just didn't take the hint. :( grrrrrrr. Huffing and puffing, she stepped off the escalator after what seemed like minutes, letting off a sigh of frustration as the train pulled off into the distance.

So after giving her a million dirties which I hoped she would notice (but didn't), I sat down and waited for the 15 minutes to pass. Funnily, she plonked herself down next to me, grabbed a phone from her mini pink hello-kitty fob handbag (which contrasted greatly with her size) and started bitching in Chinese to someone about how the transport system is so chat because it was unfair that she had to run down all those stairs and ended up missing it anyway.

And I got home at 6 30. End of story bibi