Hell. O.
College has been keeping me busy.
Not.
It was the damn gymnasium...working out can be very injurious to health, contrary to popular belief. It can also build up a stickman's frame, as I learnt. But for personal reasons, I had to stop. I was getting too sexy for my shirt.
Anyway, back to me school life.
After discovering that my grades were far from sufficient, I did what I do often - I told myself and others that I would work hard this time and top the class. And I got a wheezing-with-laughter audience to this proclamation.Like always.
And I went ahead and made a grave error of judgment, sans alcohol....(It's funny how I make the worst of decisions while i'm NOT under the influence)..I took a crush seriously.
As you figured, it destroyed my life. Well, part of it, though I would realize it much later.
Lesson learnt: Never fall in love...or atleast, never stop drinking.
Most of the year passed by uneventfully. I went about being an awesome footballer, befriended a genius who er....admired me for reasons unfathomable(besides the obvious). I was always picked to play against my own class during PE by that very boy genius...and I was the only one he picked. ah...the good old days, when I was never playing second fiddle to anyone....
And yeah, no crotch kickings, but another bout of attempted strangulating took place. As usual, I was at the receiving end. And a very smelly middle finger was thrusted in front of my face as he did it, which made me kinda worried about where he had thrust it previously. The good old days....sigh
I developed jaundice halfway through the year. That was a long, long time of being very,very sick. I was bedridden and my daily routine consisted of eating, pooping and sleeping. Not necessarily in that order.
I got to laze around a lot, though...i listened to music all day..watched Pokemon once, and never again.(seriously, how dumb do people get?)
Meanwhile, my jaundice was rising to fatally dangerous levels. My only reaction to this was - Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
When I recovered, I became the stickman that people know me by today...
I really have to poop. Ciao
College has been keeping me busy.
Not.
It was the damn gymnasium...working out can be very injurious to health, contrary to popular belief. It can also build up a stickman's frame, as I learnt. But for personal reasons, I had to stop. I was getting too sexy for my shirt.
Anyway, back to me school life.
After discovering that my grades were far from sufficient, I did what I do often - I told myself and others that I would work hard this time and top the class. And I got a wheezing-with-laughter audience to this proclamation.Like always.
And I went ahead and made a grave error of judgment, sans alcohol....(It's funny how I make the worst of decisions while i'm NOT under the influence)..I took a crush seriously.
As you figured, it destroyed my life. Well, part of it, though I would realize it much later.
Lesson learnt: Never fall in love...or atleast, never stop drinking.
Most of the year passed by uneventfully. I went about being an awesome footballer, befriended a genius who er....admired me for reasons unfathomable(besides the obvious). I was always picked to play against my own class during PE by that very boy genius...and I was the only one he picked. ah...the good old days, when I was never playing second fiddle to anyone....
And yeah, no crotch kickings, but another bout of attempted strangulating took place. As usual, I was at the receiving end. And a very smelly middle finger was thrusted in front of my face as he did it, which made me kinda worried about where he had thrust it previously. The good old days....sigh
I developed jaundice halfway through the year. That was a long, long time of being very,very sick. I was bedridden and my daily routine consisted of eating, pooping and sleeping. Not necessarily in that order.
I got to laze around a lot, though...i listened to music all day..watched Pokemon once, and never again.(seriously, how dumb do people get?)
Meanwhile, my jaundice was rising to fatally dangerous levels. My only reaction to this was - Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
When I recovered, I became the stickman that people know me by today...
I really have to poop. Ciao
Life at School - 6.
ReplyDeleteA thought just struck me - why dont you try your hand at stand-up comedy there?
Only admiration at your ability to populate your lines with so many punches! :D
My this month was dedicated to dengue - recovering. When I recover, people will know me as beard(bird)-man :D
Technically its beyond 7...I just didn't title the rest as Life at schools part (whatever).
ReplyDeleteStand up comedy it is! Will add it to my skill-developing-cart.
Don't bite me till you recover fully.
Cheers