Tuesday, February 5, 2008

When all else fails I turn to webcomics

You know when you're just feeling really lousy for whatever reason and your mum gives you feminist rants instead of hugs and you don't have the heart to tell your dad because FEELINGS and Julie has her own insane issues since she's in high school. You think well I have friends, durr hey, but you're out of money and you hate calling people. Love getting phone calls but hate having to talk on the phone. You decide to type up stories instead since you can't write, the pen hurts the new cut on your finger, and watch America's Next Top Model even though you hate all the girls already and you sorta want them all to die. You're not sure why you keep watching since all you got from it was mild interest when you realised you knew who Elyse Sewell was and it made the fact her boyfriend/keyboardist of the Shins beat her up slightly more upsetting.

You curl up in bed with Travis in your ears because you haven't listened to them in years and you kept remembering lyrics. It's hard listening to Writing to Reach You because you learned half of it for an exam before it was changed to Oasis for no reason. (Which is ironic considering the Wonderwall thing) and you got this album when you first claimed your little room for yourself. The walls quickly covered with old wallpaper and scribbled over by everybody who visited. The first Big Brother aired that year because your two best friends had an argument over who they wanted to win without ever meeting each other. You had one of those big orange inflatable chairs that were pointless and annoying and a giant desk that took up most of the room. You wrote your first novel there.

You wake up and miss your first lecture, you'll miss your second one if you don't hurry up and get dressed. But check the internet first in case stuff is cancelled. That's not the uni website, that's a webcomic.

And that dear reader is how I stopped feeling like absolute shit: a dinosaur talking about Casablanca.

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