Spankin' New Layout & My Excess Baggage...

Hoping that this current layout is viewable & user-friendly.

I realized I haven't been yammering for a while; no, I'm not dead like you all would wish me to be.

It's been one helluva semester. For me. For all my friends. For my classmates. For everyone. Seriously, do the school want us dead or something?? Do they want our headstones to be inscripted like so: Cause Of Death - Stress Overdrive. Diffusion of Brain Cells.

Like, whatever happened to loosening up the education system?? If anything, they're tightening the nooses around our necks. Not that I have any right to complain about here. I have slacked more than any semester this time around. Even my slackerfied time during FYP pales in comparison.

I am soooooo bo-chap, I wasn't even myself anymore. For that period of time, I was morphing from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde personified. My very best friends can vouch for that. Yep, I was a bitch to be with.

Three Common Test papers over; two more big Exam papers to go. The initial stress period has decreased, but just slightly. The important thing was that we got through this week unscathed. Well, barely. Blome is down with the fever while I'm battling my excessively runny nose, my whooper of a cough, the frog stuck in my throat & multiple aching body parts.

This whole semester was like Hell Week for the U.S Navy SEALS. I can't imagine how the hell we even managed it.

At least now, my mind can now so-call concentrate on the Big Match of tonight; Liverpool vs Manchester United for the third time!! Like as if the last monster of a match wasn't bad enough for my oh-so-weak heart. Bunny & I had so many mini heart attacks, with me ending up scoffing down three Man Utd cookies while on the phone with Bunny as Rio Ferdinand scored that winning goal at Old Trafford.

Tonight's setting though, would be different because this isn't any old Barclay's EPL match. This is the FA Cup we're playing for. The Cup where Man United lost to Arsenal, on PENALTIES, no less. Bah, humbug!! And we're bringing it to Anfield Road, home of the Scouse.

One thing, though. I can't seem to grasp any fathomable reason WHY in the WORLD fans from both sides seem to hate each other. True, it is an age-old rivalry that never fails to make the headlines before, during & even after the match. The games are so massive, no wonder they even call it a derby, considering that the cities of Liverpool & Manchester are only but less than an hour away. Shouldn't they be like, throwing hate bombs at Chelsea instead of at each other?? Like, Chelsea's pond scum, for God's sake.

It will be interesting to watch the battle of the giants. My only regret is that Bunny couldn't be here to join me in having heart attacks. It would be quieter without her on the phone with me.

In case people were wondering, Bunny has gone on a holiday to Perth, Australia where she'll see her older sister graduate from Curtin Technological University. She has been gone for almost a week now & will be back tomorrow, I think. I can't wait to see her. I miss her so much. She's like my other half, so to speak. Without Bunny around, my world seems a little dull.

Not to say that Blome, Penese, Shane & everybody else is bad company. It's just that without Bunny here, I feel a little empty.

Maybe that's why I've been feeling so shitty this week. Although, I've been feeling shitty this whole semester, in which I've taken it out on everyone. Seriously, I think I deserved to be shot. I was hell on my comrades, the people whom stood by me whenever, wherever. And despite all the crap I've given them, they still cared for me, they cared for me in their own unique way.

I'm pretty stubborn when it comes to the whole attitude thing & so far, the only person that I actually listened to when she admonished me for treating my friends like shit & letting them down, was Penese. Penese has a way with words, especially when telling someone they've made a mistake. I think she & Bunny are the only ones that actually have the 'power' to control me & keep me in line. I guess no wonder they get along well. And like it or not, I really listen to them while for others, I tell them to go screw themselves.

And their ways of making me listen are totally different from each other. Penese is chidingly firm but only to the point where you finally realized it yourself, with proof-worthy examples to boot. Bunny is emphathy all around; she makes YOU tell HER of your wrongdoings unconsciously, without her even telling you to say it.

They tried to lighten me up, they really did. Even Shane, with his wily charms & slightly sick humor bravely tried. But what did I do?? Snapped & snarled at them, laying on the sarcasm really thick.

I'm a badass friend, that's what I am.

Penese pretty much surmised that I needed to get myself a guy...NOW. Yeah, right.

What guy in their right mind would want to have a lioness-slash-tigress as a partner?? They'd probably have to have balls of steel & the patience of a holy saint to withstand my supposed bouts of wrath. *snorts*

Anywayz, let's not get into that now, shall we?? My excess baggage has been a thorn in my side & hell, I don't even know how to get rid of it.

I guess maybe there's just one more remedy left for this returning disease of mild depression. Pray like hell that Man United kick some Scouse ass & stuff the whole package of Man United cookies down my throat & run around he house like a mad thing.

As much as I love Xabi to pieces & obessess over him at the point where it ranks me just a little below stalker, this is one match I would NOT want his team to win. Take that, you Scousers!! We'll see who's King of The Kop now!! Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

Laterz...
Lenny GodGilla Xabs