Swine.

Well, that was hard.
Life is hard.

I just told Aidan something really big, and now i'm wallowing in a giant chasm of self pity.

He's making me feel better now, so that's good.


My belly hurts.

Well this week was Swine Flu Week. Not officially, just in my own little world. I got sick on Sunday (just the flu, nothing remotely Swiney) and was forced to completer a 2000 word religion and ethics assignment while sneezing so hard i'm surprised my brain is still intact.
I was forced to go to school to hand it in, then got to go home and dose up on Strepsils and Codral and yoghurt.
The next day saw much of the same thing.
The next day, as it got progressively colder, saw much of the same thing plus having to endure 6 lessons of ice-cold torture and a 3 lesson tissue-famine.

It wasn't pretty, to say the least.
What was worse is that Rory decided he was going to go to Sydney and not stay home for 7 days like the school rule states and displease us all in English with his uncontrollable sniffling and his innability to get a tissue like everyone else.
Oh and also his random upheavals of phlegm and the accompanying dashes to the garden bed downstairs.
The garden is not your hock-bed, fool. Though you are potentially man's closest living relation to the pig anyway, you poor thing.

*Cringes with the memory of him gurgling "khen aye go owside, peese?" in english the last time he was sick*

Woah that was disgusting.

In other news, it was Free Dress Day yesterday, and by some cruel twist of fate, i remembered my camera. Turns out it wasnt so cruel.
It was fun, and i got heaps of photos in Multistrand and lunch.

I watched some snippets of "The L Word" today, it looks rather good, although somehow the sound wasn't working.
Someone buy me a boxset for my birthday.
Not The L Word particularly, just anything good.

Time for some H2O, my sister left the window open and i'm shrivelling up without my trusty waterbottle.

Laters.