Ugh! My head hurts... If no one ever told you this, once you're back from a party just go to sleep. Here I am, listening to soft rock and alternative, my brain oscillating between extremes... I can actually feel my ears burning. Its all good though, I'm not dying so don't no one worry. Anyways, I just figured it'd help (me) after all the ranting, if I could just say the day went pretty good.

As for the freaking Superbowl number where Aerosmith made an appearance (where they had those cool para gliders), if you could tell me the name of that song I'd be ever grateful. Meanwhile I'm gonna go back to rocking and killing on GTA:LCS on ma PSP. So all you peasants can go on with your meaningless lives. So adieu dear friends.... I'm leavin you hangin...........

Accounts. Just hearing that word my heartbeat hits 120rpm and a cold sweat breaks out... Not to mention I jus can’t stay awake. Paradoxical feelings make me think it’s the design of the Devil! Of course I'm wrong! There are a million accountants out there swearing by those numbers! Oh how I wish I could just gather all those textbooks, set them on fire and then throw that accounts lecturer in it. I’d watch her blaze and laugh (MWAHHWHHAHAHAAA!!!!!!)

Now before you think I’ve totally lost it, consider this: I sit through the first lecture on the very first day and then she walks in. I screw up my eyes in concentration, whip out the notebook, grip the new pen tight and wait for pearls of wisdom to pour forth. Five minutes into the lecture my eyes are glazed and my cerebral mass is all fused into one gooey mass like the ball of clay I suddenly find my attention and fingers riveted to. I make a table, a chair, a man (somewhat resembling me when high) and feel proud that my artistic skills haven't disappointed me... What’s that!? The lecture? Oh yeah.... that eventually got over, and ever since, I have never been able to understand a word of that gibberish! Japanese actually makes more sense to me! (FYI, it’s my Foreign Business Language)

Here I stand, all humble (and frustrated) that no matter what I do (I’ve tried studying, really!) I just can’t seem to break ice with the damn numbers! I’m like an autist, except that in my case its reverse, I can’t fuckin stand numbers. I hate them and I can’t live without them (money) so my predicament is something of a pain in the ass! As always, I tackle the problems in life head-on (that explains why my skull's so dented) but this one subject has me stumped. It’s beaten me, dragged my face in dirt and has even made me think I'm retarded (not too bad except that I cant live off my parents forever). Hence, with renewed vigor and commitment after the sobering incident today (Accounts mid sems), I, Lord of the Numbers, pledge to beat the Financial Geeks at their own game!!! Ciao, I’m off to party now… Maybe I’ll be Lord of the Numbers from tomorrow… or whatever…..

Being away from home is like being in heaven: The freedom is awesome but all the smoke just hurts too bad. Don't blame the writer, he's far too hungry and thirsty and (basically jus being a biatch) going through the whole "7pm's too late to be day and too early to party so my life just sucks!" phase.

Coming back to why I'm writing here: I've had an account here too long ago, wrote jackshit and now I'm stuck with an awesome deepblue powered laptop that could knock the socks off those core duo machines any day (be a skeptic when reading this. Always.) Anyways, the inane banter is a result of a dangerous cocktail of nicotine, preliminary pneumonia, chhole bathura and the 7 pm I mentioned earlier.

Besides, its good to be actually using the queen's language after 2 frustrating months since the most I can converse in English with the locals is the F phrase. They seem to understand it. Its a universal phenomenon. You could be bungee jumping in Crete or getting Nigerian bullets pulled out of your ass, its all the same. The ever-present F*** is the cure-all for any situation.

As would any self respecting attention monger, I started this blog with a deep sense of humanity, of wanting to reach down into the depths of my muddled soul to somehow (dramatically da-dum) pull out the solution to all of life's problems. All I managed to do was retch and came dangerously close to choking. Don't get me wrong, I'm good and all (ROTFLMAO) but somehow you cant reap what's not sown and so here I am blowing smoke outta my ass.

Coming to ASS.... (I think this is pretty much all you can handle for today so ill leave my musings on my posterior for another day...)