Blog of Septemberness

When the dogs divide her, got time, time, to wait for tomorrow... to find it, to find it, to find it...

...shouts the headphones on the ent at the computer keyboard at a momentary lapse in conversation in the MSN community. You gotta love Stone Temple Pilots, despite their grotesque lyrics, and the fact that these lyrics don't make sense... unless of course, I've got the lyrics wrong. It's likely.

Anyway, how is la vida? For me, it's loca. Literally. Sixth form's getting bloody difficult, love lives are getting bloody difficult, obtaining Subway for a lunch at school is getting bloody difficult... what good are privileges if you can't use them due to a vast lunchtime life?!

Seriously, though, September isn't really a pleasant month. The days are getting shorter, people seem to be growing apart from each other.... plus we're back in the Institution of Learning and Dark Arts (TM). Oh well.

So what better way to celebrate than to make anecdotes and humorous comments at this dark time in our lives?

Even better, what better way to darken our September by not being able to think of any?

Unfortunately, the latter applies tonight. Reading long Spanish literature takes it out of ya, even if it is about some odd kid who wears glasses and is apparently the most famous person in the world. Heard of "Manolito Gafotas"? Thought not.

ONE-NIL, Spaniards.

Whatsmore, there are several recurring phrases in it... like "(someone) is stuck in a sticky mess" - as translated by the major Collins "Spanish -> English English ->Spanish" Dictionary XD.

Unintentional innuendos? Fair do's. One all.

Unfortunately, I've read about fifteen pages, still got about hundred to go, not counting pictures.

Yes, it has pictures. A two-one lead to Spanish literature, dagnabbit. Best of five!

Well, it's too long. Two-all. That makes me feel slightly better.

I haven't even got to the worst of it yet! The homework was to read one and describe the plot in a minute speech. Well guess what? There IS no plot. So far it's been about him and his friend who has big ears, whose mother is planning to go to a plastic surgeon's to sort it out, jokingly. What else? Well, Manolito's uncle - who, according to the novel, is "stuck, very stuck, stuck in a sticky mess" - is taking him out into the city. Woo.

General boredom already? Making one soldier on through a heap of manure for next Wednesday? Three-two chez Jimbob. Suck it bitch.

Well, it's a victory I'm proud of. And before I come up with anything else compromising it, I'd better go.
Bye, love to all, bar few. Jimbob xxxxx