Shown Up... Without Even Starting

I had this great entry planned. I was going to whine and complain about my move, about my lack of a work permit and about how shite my week has been.

My mood has gotten better since I have been home. I had a bit of nutella and watch three hours of mind-numbing crap on tv - two hours for a show about a woman that stole £4.5 million from her employer. It was pure rubbish! But, still, on my way upstairs I was drafting my depressing,whinnyy entry in my head.

Then, I happened across a blog that Ioccasionallyy read. This guy is somewhat of a prat and has been known to bore you with paragraphs about boxing, but every once in a while he produces a gem. Tonight, it was just what I needed. His entry was absurd (almost to the point of jumping the shark), but I laughed out loud to the point of tears. I won't bore you with the details, but it was a story about road-rage turned dance-off between an old fart and a young stud.

Funny how much of an effect his journal had on me. In the fifteen minutes it took me to read it, it completely changed my mood. I decided that there was no need to waste my energy complaining about things that will eventually work themselves out. Fuck the school stress. Fuck the room and board drama. I am going to dream about be-bopping grandpas tonight. Sweet dreams all!