G’day! If you’re a usual reader: hello again. If you’re reading for the first time: why are you late?

Seriousness aside, the word I’ve chosen today is BLIND. No, I’m not a Stevie Wonder fan. No, I’m not like that guy who was blinded on Deep Impact, I wasn’t in space.

No, today, Blind is the word. Firstly because I have been offered a blind date with someone whose name I know of. This is strange for me, because suprisingly 15 year old boys who write a blog to an invisible, if not non-existant audience while listening to Alexisonfire don’t tend to have the best luck with the ladies. Anyways, this is quite shocking, but not in a bad way like an electric fence. I’ll update as stuff occurs.

Secondly, it was that wonderful time of the month when it’s time for me to go for a haircut. As usual I went in with the hair that I love and I think suits me, and as usual the guy screws it up and I came out looking like a Bee Gee. The BLIND thing comes in because we both must have been; him to do the cut, and me not to realise what was going wrong as it was happening. Because of this cut, there is nothing bouncing on the stairs apart from the man boobs I’ve obtained from eating too much.

It was this revolation that inspired me to venture outside and go to the local supermarket. There I took a huge dive…and bought some melon. That’s right, something slightly healthy.

As far as revision went, I again struggled to get the engine going (a metaphor…yay). Until thankfully, I found a maths CD which enabled me to revise by wathing other people do stuff; exactly my style.

Thanks again for reading. If you want to, log on tomorrow to check in on my crusade against boredom, against exam failiure, and against becoming a fat bastard.

Peace.