I was suffering from diarrheoa, fever, and a cold sweat by the end of the day. My dad just kept on shaking his head, "Withdrawal symptoms." I was practically begging him for the computer by then. Do you know what pure boredom is like?

I had spent 8 hours in my bed yesterday. 3 hours sleeping, 2 hours reading, and the other 3 hours doing random things like picking on my guitar, calling people, or looking for cracks in the ceiling (there isn't any you see). I was lethargic, sick, and feeling extremely... stale.

But hey, lets look at the bright side of things! I have finally learnt the value of patience!

Anyway, whats up for me today. Ah yes, I have currently no plans because some idiots backed out of watching Hellboy, so yes, I'm stuck at home with my miserable siblings. Oh yeah, good luck to David, who's leaving for National Service pretty soon. What else? Bah, nothing else. Bored.

In any case, I just watched Hidalgo with Heike last Sunday, and I should be watching Hellboy this weekend. Hey, what do you know, Easter's coming. Haha, I very much hope my parents bring me to that allthechocolateyoucaneat buffet again. Sigh-ness

Right, back down to Earth. During my little state of depression a few days back, I decided to go on a downloading spree. In any case I'm getting close to 1.5 gigs of music on my hard drive, and I'm getting bored. Seems that my little musical store is running low. Lets hope that these bands start churning out more music...

What else. Oh yeah, the fucking school. They did some uniform inspection on Thursday, and my teacher spent like, 5-10 minutes getting me to tuck in. "Tuck in, pull your pants up to your waist. Thats not your waist, thats your hip! Your waist is there *poke*. Alright, tuck in again. Raise your arms over your head. Is your shirt too big or something? Tuck in somemore... Okay raise your hand over your head. Ohmygod, there's still material over your waistband. I want to see your waistband mister or you go up to the principal!"

Blardy, nonsensical rules. Since when did attire affect anything else. Why can't anyone respect self-expression nowadays. Even if it's a trend, such as ankle socks and short skirts, it's still a personal thing, no? Hey, the principal's an old crone who wears a dress that always touches her ankles, with a hairstyle which belongs to colonial America. I guess that's reason enough.

Anyway, haha, just screw the damned rules. They can't touch me anyway, hahaha... I'll be back later..