Whatever part of my brain that told me to update with no visionary aids should not be listened to again, meaning, I shouldn't be here updating right now. I should be in bed, sleeping. Mmm wonderful sleep. By which, I mean, I'm of course meant to be at school. Alas, she skives again! Twice in a week! She's a horrible imp that one.

But, my logic is... I help moved (hello, uh wtf. bedtime? YES!) helped move a frickon 200kg or something freezer up TWO flights of stairs yesterday, cramps and fatigue in general would render me useless at school other than being anti-social, wishing I was asleep and snapping at people, not to mention painnnn. Besides, as if I'm actually learning anything at school. We're having an English party today for fucks sakes. An English party! Something about my teacher baking us a cake and we all bring food and decorations and have a party, which seems a nice idea and all but, Mark bought Happy Birthday balloons by mistake. *raises eyebrow* c'mon, sleep!! The only other thing that I'm missing out on today that I should've probably gone for is my free period, in which I promised Danilo we'd have a talk in, since quite a bit has happened since we've last seen each other and we need to catch up. Seeing as none of that is going anywhere fast, I figure that there's no rush.

In the end, Forza Milan!! I'm so so so so proud of you!!! Even if Nuno Gomez scored in the last minutes... which I should be more annoyed about, but I was once, and perhaps still am, partial to the boy (boy meaning man) and so yes...
And Andriy!! It may be the PMS talking, but it makes me weep for some unnameable reason. Just safkjgsklfjgkagj!!!
Undoubtedly, Go you Red Devils! Go!!!

P.S. clippage writes amazingly and must be bugged until she relents and shares her Kakà/Shevas with the world!!!!!!