Mentally Vexed

I got my car fixed yesterday, today it is cutting out again and really doesn't run properly. I really do love this predicament I'm constantly in where everything is just a massive pile of shit. Existence and I appear to have conflicting interests....

If looking at positives; my right indicator works now and I had cheesecake at work this evening. Why is this all I have?

Shine a Light

City & Colour and a late night are the worst concoction for contemplation. It's almost impossible to verbalize how I feel or what I'm thinking. Instead all the saddest songs are the easiest to relate to, and trying to forget is like trying to turn back time. I ate Nutella on toast for dinner and got my ass kicked at football. I ache so badly and my knees are scraped, a summer of bruise-less legs is a thing of the past and I'm waiting to be thrown face-first into fall. I want school to start so I'm mentally pre-occupied. Being sans educational-stimulation makes me over-pensive and generally irate. Instead of working out answers for myself I spend mind-torturing hours looking for them in the worst places.

I've picked up new tastes for copious amounts of ice tea and not wearing a bra.
I wish home had something to offer me other than feeling alone.
'Bring me your love tonight, no I am not where I belong.'

On the Coast with the Most.

In my analysis of life just of late I have come to realise that I am a very terrible person. And have very poor judgement. Life's ill.
But who has to know?

Shingles' n' Shakes

You know your world is a fucked up place when you go to Mcdonald's and they've run out of ketchup. When would that ever be ok at a burger place? I generally couldn't believe it. In consolation however I had an awesome pb&j Shake from Cooler Milkshakes today and bought a new Snoopy purse. It only cost £20. I went to the Doctors again this morning because last night I got diagnosed with Shingles. Now I'm going to give an explanation about shingles, because originally, I thought it was something quite gross. Actually it's almost the adult form of chickenpox. I contracted it because I've neglected to take my meds sufficiently. As per usual I like to believe I'm superhuman as opposed to just pretentious, and I basically gave the virus lurking in my lower spinal chord (because chicken pox never disappears from your system) leeway to reap havoc in my nervous system and now I have shingles up my forearm and it feels like I'm leaning in the oven constantly. No it's not contagious so don't think of me as some skanky avoidance. Thanks.

Going on a tangent: reason no.183273 as to why I hate the Doctors is because it's full of miserable old people. I had an emergency appointment incase I keeled over and died or managed to contract swine flu over night or whatever and this disgusted anybody in said medical establishment over the age of 75 or pre 75 and incontinent. Do they not realise that the fact they're old has no weight in the majority of places and their bunions or infected toe nail is just going to have to wait an extra 20 minutes? Either way I'm going to have to compile a separate blog detailing all the reasons why the elderly suck for the most part- purely because my list is getting a little out of control.
Surprisingly though, I've actually had a really good day.