Thursday, April 13, 2006

they had it comin'

Don't know how long it'll take to fix the keyboard so this may well be my last post for a very long time (read: coupla days). Bah. Somehow I kinda forgot the aspect of me being extremely reliant on my lappie when I thought about sending it to CIT or the IBM service center. Oh vell. Least I could do is bring it to see the doc tomorrow on the last day of exam (wheeee!) and see what the prescription says.

So instead of studying I was studiously following Channel 5's screening of Chicago. Incidentally I seem to have no problems finding alternative activities in place of studying, such as playing PS2 games, playing poker online (but with fake money, of course), reading chicklit or taking extremely long naps. Seems rather uncanny, that. But back to Chicago. It's the second time I watched it and well I love it even more now. Catherine Zeta-Jones is so beautiful. My favorite part is the Cell Block Tango, because nothing is sexier than a song and dance number by a bunch of dangerous women. THAT is real sexiness. They may be beautiful and they may be dancing for you in black garters and doing fantastic splits on the floor for your pleasure but you'll never know what they're thinking inside those heads of theirs.


True sexiness.

Mystery is power. Which is why I made a vow to myself that from now on I shall not blabber about any dirty little secret, and never all in one shot because it's the little doses that kill. But then this is all academic because as of the moment a donkey's life is more exciting than mine. Then again, soon we'll be heralding a new era called... drumrolls please... summer hols *cue Madonna's Holiday* and who knows what will happen then.

My short-term objective right now is just to get pissed drunk over a coupla shots and peach martini because I haven't had alcohol injected into my blood for... damn who knows how long. Whatever it is it's far too long. It's kinda like social smoking; when you've stopped for a while you just wish you could have another drag. Right Mr Camel?