I'm not going to lie, I'm running out
of ideas for stuff to say. In that case I'm going to moan about
myself now. I'm not going to attempt to ever claim that I the peak of
human appearance, physique or fitness. My greatest claim is that I'm
reasonably tall (6ft ish) and that I have an ideal bmi... not the
best claim. I can't say either that I am academically gifted, well
kind of, I got into sixth form and I was once in 'gifted and
talented'. Yeah, I know, ooh, well it isn’t ooh. Technically I was
in it but I only ever knew about it until late in year 11. As far as
I'm aware we only ever did one thing and that was a waste of time.
I have a knack for procrastination, I
even manage to put this off. I'm very good at this at school, not
listening much to teachers (only sometimes, don't think I'm
completely stupid, I'm a goody two-shoes at heart). When I don't have
a lesson I do my utmost to keep myself entertained without having to
resort to working, or I find food to eat (although what else would I
do food rather than eat it? Sit and watch it slowly decay as though I
was dog watching a cat through a window). My excuse for this could be
that I'm preparing for university life where being lazy or a drunken
adolescent is essential. The only problem with that is that there is
a certain level of effort needs to be put in to achieve this
beginning year of laziness.
As I write this I'm suffering from the
debilitating illness of man flu, or the beginnings of it. Now I know
that roughly half the population know of the feeling of this disease.
I also know that the other half constantly moan about us moaning
about it. I'm not going to say too much about it but this is a
problem that will continue to damage the economy as companies are
destroyed as workers can't make their way into work as as they have
been savagely struck down by the hand of fate by the cruel illness of
man flu.
I'm not in perfect knick anyway, my
knees are a bit dodgy, I'm ill (as you know by now), I get tired
early my thumbs and little fingers get a bit stiff when its a little
cold. I'm 17, all this would barely be acceptable for 43 year old
stone mason (I don't know why my example needs a profession but it
has one, so deal with it) . Now I've only just realised that that my
fingers are becoming a bit fragile, I was doing up my shoe laces and
my little finger felt as though it locked up like a wrongly accused
criminal being locked up in Alcatraz. I thought that my finger would
snap like a thin twig in a strong breeze. But it didn’t, and I feel
like a wimp, and now I sound like a wimp. Oh well, its not like I
care really.
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