The sound of an ingrained mobile phone default song awoke me this morning, leaving myself in a state of shock that i had been re-introduced to the world with no mere introduction. I was immediately apart of it, like when a song begins without a build, and goes straight into the first verse; Bang, vocals. The disturbance wasn’t most welcome, as, as soon as i had crossed the room and placed myself in underwear (yes, i do sleep naked) i immediately plunged myself back onto the bed, for there i would lay for a further half hour. Eventually, i dragged myself from the folds of cotton, perched on the end of my bed and i turned my phone on, as one does; it buzzed in my hand, signifying that the sleeping text message had awoken and wanted to give me information for someone, or other. It was from Sarah informing me that she was unable to make the trip to cinema, planned for today, because of college work she had been dragged into doing. Needless to say, i was gutted [the irony of that statement], so i plummeted back onto the bed, where i lay for several minutes, swimming in self-pity and disappointment, as ever. Eventually, i managed to raise myself and head downstairs to plate myself with some Shreddies and a single Wheat-a-bix, as is my custom. Oh, and a glass of orange juice, as the idea of waiting for the kettle to boil, making the tea/coffee, and having a high chance of messing that drink up, seemed more stressful than just poring myself a nice glass of Tropicana Orange Juice, and having done with it.
Anyone can vouch for the fact that morning-daytime television is awful. I think i’ve seen every episode of Fraiser on the television, the O.C. doesn’t interest me (twenty year old ‘teenagers’ leave a lot to be desired), and neither does the idea of a middle aged man, clearly living through a crisis trying to persuade a smack-head chav to pay more attention to his haggard/over-weight/ugly partner through the medium of guilt-tripping and bombarding shouts. Also, i’ve seen every music video the television channels ‘Scuzz’, ‘Kerrang!’ and ‘MTV Two’ keep showing me. If i see Nine In The Afternoon one more time this month, i shall make sure that Brendan Urie and his merry mates never walk again. So, with that in mind, i turned over the channel to the regular ‘terrestrial’ channels (BBC’s 1&2, ITV, Channel 4, and such), to be greeted by an annoying (clear) homosexual enthusing about some generic house to two, scared pensioners; for my mother, you know. I would never watch such interminably, boring trash if i were alone, and if i were to, i’d just do it so i could just justify that fact to myself, just to make myself feel superior for knowing the truth.
After deciding i couldn’t take much more torture from the man and his crazy mannerisms, i decided to venture back to my room to enjoy some Yu-Gi-Oh on my computer, and attempt organizing more plans for the day. I texted my friend(/a guy i want to get off with), George and asked if he wanted to meet me in Wrexham today, to which he agreed. A few minutes later, my mother came in [mum, i don't call her mother in real life] and asked me if i wanted to go to Chester with her. So, i clearly jumped at the chance as, a) i had been planning to go to Chester for a while, but friends suck, basically and b) it would be a nice day out with my mum [and c) i could be bought something nice].So, off to Chester we went, as energetic as two people bored with their own lives could be; so, not very, then.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!
(I cannot be bothered writing anymore, i’ll do the rest another time)
(Don’t pretend you’re missing much, it wasn’t a largely eventful day)
Are you bored? Yes, you are, that’s why you’re reading this.
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