I'm going to post today's blog in invisible bullet points. Chic? I think so. Indie? Kinda. Plan B after normal bullet points appeared in random places, deleted original post and lead to a mental breakdown? Yes.
In yesterday's blog I wrote how happy I'm feeling in life, so my life has decided that that's just weird, Renn having a positive outlook? Let's fix that. I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been run over by the stampede that killed Simba's dad. What was Simba's dad called again? I know it began with an 'm'. Mulan? No, that's the Disney film about the wartime transvestite...Mowgli? No, wrong animal... Micheal? Mikey? Meg? Google tells me Mufasa. Moving back to the point, I'm hurting. I've got that 'day-before-you-have-a-flu' feeling, where your body aches and head hurts etc. Also, I hurt my knee the other day on the Wii. Accutane + Hypermobility = avoid exercise altogether, apparently. I was only on a game for 15 minutes! It's still hurting bad so I might have to get it checked out if it doesn't improve soon. When I try to walk up stairs I look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but with less sophistication and more cursing.
Back to 6th Form on Monday and I still haven't finished all my homework. Geography essay and two English essays, urgh. Why do I always leave it till the last minute? Maybe my body gets a buzz that I'm unaware of.
Weather is horrible. Depressingly cold and rainy; stereotypical English dampness. The plants are shrivelling and the leaves are throwing themselves off of tall trees. Even the bird in my garden looks like it's about to pull out a twig and slit it's wings or impale itself on top of a Hedgehog. I just want to sit with my friend Cadbury Chocolate, alone, with a hot cup of tea. Days like today reaffirms my belief that English babies are injected after birth with a drug which makes them immune to the gloominess of England, helping lower the migration/suicide rate.
Skin-wise I'm also in pain. That huge monster of a cyst near my lip is surfacing, and every time I move my mouth it stings. I've put toothpaste on it to try and dry it out because I've read that works. I'm getting desperate now though, I want it gone before Monday so I won't have it in class (it's so distracting) I might try other household objects, perhaps smother it in gravy or sprinkle it with paprika, or balance a Jacob's Cracker on it...bash it with a Baguette like an easy version of the game 'Whack-a-Mole'. I'm hungry now.
*pic of monster spot in gallery