Let's take it from the top

I don't like blogging, I keep thinking I got too personal and I end up deleting it all, just like I did with my entire blog 3 seconds ago. A buddy of mine just started blogging, and I gotta say after reading his entries I felt like writing stupid entries all over again for the world to see! -Yes stupid, and No I don't mean you. I mean I'm stupid like that.

Since I don't know what the hell to write about, and am not intending to make this remotely important, Imma be lame and talk about my day.

My day. Now that's complicated. I'm not sure when that started. I'm just gonna start talking about the oldest thing I remember, which is usually not that far off. I stayed up studying for my History final for 15 hours straight, during which I drank three coffees, two mugs of tea, one can of diet coke and Mango juice. I don't remember what I ate exactly, but I do remember it included Chocolate an vanilla ice cream, a hard boiled egg and some sort of fondant that was still somewhere between the gooey stuff and the wriggly stuff. At about 5 am, I'd gone online five times for 5 minutes each, listening to pure Rap/hip hop, for the unusual soothing effect they have on my brain cells. Of all the genres, Yes. My head was too clustered to let me sleep and too overworked to let me revise some more, so I ended up a zombie for the next couple of hours till exam started. I'm not sure exactly how it went because for me to know that I'd have to know how I did, and I can't possibly know that because I think the 4000 years of Civilization that I crammed into my head crashed with all the webcomics I read, and I ended up not sure who Bombay belonged to anymore. HOWEVER, for some insane reason quite idiosyncratic of me, I remembered exactly where it was in the page and what page it was, I just couldn't remember what was written. I crumpled the paper on the way out, smashing it into the trash basket inviting the giggles of my fellow head crammers, though I'm pretty sure my face was not remotely grinning. I went past the Spaced out crowd, the Burnouts and the populars straight to a hallway where I called mum to come and get me the hell out of here because I don't want to see anything except the fabric of my pillow cover for some time. I chatted with my complicatedly closest friend with which I share an abusive relationship of brutal honesty, past my suicidal other friend who decided she wanted to take it out on me because she had a shitty day, to my mum. I don't remember much of the cab ride, or in fact of the 9 hours that I spent staring at the laptop, talking around and photoshopping for 3 hours.
Lame, boring and quite me.