"Lift up your gaze, be lifted up, tell everyone how great the love..."

*Depression*

Okay, so that was a slight exaggeration, but when your eyes are bright red and puffy and you bear a striking resemblance to those satanic-looking rats with eyes that scream ' I'm going to kill you', things are never good. Not only is this tragic affair preoccupying my very soul, but I'm also having to deal with the trauma that is trying to conceal the fact that my nose has turned a glow-in-the-dark shade of red. If Rudolph were to stand beside me, he'd probably look relatively normal. When you look in the mirror and see such a pitiful looking figure standing there in front of you, you just think " crap, I have nothing going for me." No amount of make-up could conceal the sad reality that I look like death and will do for the next couple of days.
To try to make myself feel a little bit better, I've even been gulping down Tescos' 'cold capsules' every two and a half fricking hours. They kindly forgot to mention that they make you look virtually inhuman afterwards. Thanks, Tescos.

My cold( which seems like an understated term for this horrific illness ) better be gone by Friday for my English Lit resit otherwise, like in my GCSE latin exam, my ten-in-a-row sneeze fits and continuous noseblowing might start to grate on people's nerves a bit; quite understandably.

Besides the physical suffering of course, 2008 has so far been very good to me.
Linzi's party was on Friday night, which gave me a nice excuse to dress up, look nice ( this was pre-cold, obviously) and put on fake-tan to make myself look a little less like casper the friendly ghost. I sort of wonder, though, whether wearing heels with my dress was such a good idea since it only meant that the already sluterific dress became a good three inches shorter. I almost died when everyone decided to do get in a conga line and the not-so-sober woman behind me kept on pulling up my dress. Probably a lezzer who wanted a wee peek at my underwear, I'd say.
It turned out to be quite a fun night despite the hassle of having to move to get a better view of hotties, who shall remain anonymous.

Anyway, I've decided it's best to keep this blog short as I have two homeworks to do- one which was due in today- not to mention my english lit resit that I'm really going to "struggle with."
Since I am quite clearly incapable of getting 25 marks out of 60, I really should go revise instead of having to face my bleak fate of failuredom.

Later,
x.