Aaargh!

Aaaargh!

I feel like screaming. I feel like screaming. I. Feel. Like. SCREAMING!

Why? Oooh, don't get me started, or you're getting sweet all night long.

Truth is:

1. I don't what the fuck to write about now I fell in my school routine again, which makes me want to pull my hair out.
2. I wanted to go to a little town cinema tonight to see 'Les Barons', a Belgian movie, and they were sold out so now I'm going to see a cult documentary, 'I Feel Good', at 22.30.
3. I still don't want to scrub the dark mouse matter that sticks to the floor next to my radiator and is disgusting.
4. I've got a bursting headache.
5. I gained all the weight I lost in Congo back.
6. I have no more room to store all the books I have, so they're spread all over my room's floor, reminding me to read them.
7. Project babeluda Ltd. by W.Inc. (aka putting wisdom in the toilets) is suffering from serious delay because I can't choose which quotations I want.
8. There are no more blank CD-Rs in the house.
9. My dad won't let me play with his Mac.
10. My HTC Wildfire still hasn't arrived.
11. I can't download torrents anymore because I reached the data-limit last month and now the family keeps a close watch on me.
12. My little brother insists on watching the Belgian-German football match we're going to lose anyway.
13. I realised I have no style or nice clothes and I want to have something cool to wear, dammit!
14. I don't know what to do with my hair.
15. I need twenty minutes to get my bloody contact lenses in in the morning.
16. I'm whining way too much again.
17. I'm fat.
18. I own 6 pairs of shoes, 3 of which I never wear.
19. There's only shit on the radio.
20. Dad's gone on nostalgia tour again with the living room's stereo.
21. My Latin teacher is horrible, my Dutch and English teacher deadly boring, my Maths teacher very dull and my homework a chore.

If you read this list until the end, you aren't too big a fan of this or that, but really, didn't you have anything better to do than listening to my whining?

I do appreciate it, though.

The Assasination of the Mouse by the Coward Babeluda...

I HAVE KILLED THE MOUSE THAT LIVED IN MY ROOM!

Seems like Parmesan did suit the little bugger after all. It got caught in the trap I set out two days ago. I am quite confident it died on the spot. Judging by the fact that its head bled on my parquet floor and the whole mouse sticks to the ground by some glue-y stuff I suspect is... mouse-brain?

Ick!

And I wouldn't dare to touch it, let alone scrub the floor to remove all the... bodily fluids (double ick!) the corpse has excreted.
No choice though. Man's gotta do what's man gotta do. I wanted the thing gone, it's done, now I've gotta bear the consequences. And you know what? I feel remorse. Yes, I feel remorse for killing that stupid, stinking, scratching, dirty animal that looks all cute now it's all dead on the floor.
I would have posted a picture, if it wasn't impossible to get my built-in webcam between my radiator and wardrobe. Trust me, I tried. I retained back and neck pain from that... acrobatic experience.

On a side note, this day was so utter shit I have the feeling I spent a week in class. Ah, last year, good times...

Start of term checklist.

• First day of school, done, finished and over with? Check.
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• Shitty feeling for tomorrow? Check.
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• Pessimism slowly but surely creeping back in? Check.
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• Losing an entire afternoon getting tangled up in wrapping paper, sticky tape and schoolbooks? Double check.
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• Having the distinct feeling you haven't slept enough? Triple check.
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• Little brother being a whiny little ass? Check. (Remind me to let him write here, his whining would be even worse than mine, granting him the prime editor spot. Once he'll speak English, that is.)
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• Half of all taken good resolutions down the drain already? Check.
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• Getting shouted at by mother for deplorable state of your desk? Check.
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• Having kept a compulsion from the time when you wore glasses, constantly pushing an imaginary pair up you nose? Check. 
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• Having to deal with a mouse who has taken domicile in your bedroom? Check. (The little fucker doesn't even like cheese. I put some on the trap and the vermin preferred to shoot out from under the wardrobe to eat an old roasted peanut. Ánd dodged the sandal I threw at it.)

Oh, how I love the start of term...  (imagine a voice dripping with sarcasm)