Because I had nothing to blog about and "thought" i was wasting my life away, so i wanted to waste abit of your life reading this post

I was sitting in front the computer the other day. Just thinking, waiting and hoping and wishing, you know, the absolutely retarded garbage we think of when we're all to our selves and in front of the computer. And not surfing porn (for guys). I thought of writting an emotional entry on my blog, not that I had totally flipped or anything, I just wanted to see if people would say things like "i'm there for you" then another thought popped into my head, "shut the fuck up you fucking retarded loser!!!".

Of course I only thought to this emotional entry idea because it drives me crazy that people actually post it up on their blogs. Its like they want others to know, and yet they make it sound like they're bearing all the burden and sufferings and pain on their lone shoulders. People have their own shit to take care off, wanker. (At this point you know its a guy)

So I spent a good 2 minutes thinking of that, when i realised that my mind could actually perform 7 thoughts at one go.

I thought maybe I shouldn't hate school too much this semester.
I thought "hey, life's a bitch its, supposed to suck"
I thought "Manchester United would surely win Sunderland, SUNDERLAND for god's sake"
I thought how nice it would be if I had 3 wishes from a magical genie.
I thought about the pros and cons of scracthing my elbow.
and I thought of a girl.

So while these 7 things kept my mind fully occupied i somehow managed to hear the MSN "sound thingy" for when you received a new mail. By now I had lost all control over my nervous system and was drooling abit and loosing my eyesight. So immediately I stopped thinking about school and how bitchy life was to regain control over my mouth and my failing eyesight.

After a while I had to stop thinking about the magical genie and 3 wishes to start thinking about the newly received mail. I went to my inbox and opened it, bummer, it was some unknown programme sent anonymously. So insticntively I did what I normally would do when I received anonymously sent programmes: I ran it.

Turned out to be some cheezy "theater-building" game, I don't know maybe bundled with a virus, but had that thought crossed my mind at that time, I would have lost all feelings in my arms.

I didn't stay long to find out whether the game sucked, my brother would do that for me. For now I had something much more important to fill my last remaining "mind slot" with. I thought of how great life would be if I just had that genie...