Everybody's jumping on the bandwagon eh? Maybe except Tish who isn't writing so much as putting up pictures. Evan, we're still waiting for one.
I'm quite tired. I just watched almost three and a half hours of Eurovision and got a similarly inversely proportionate amount of studying done. I'm panicking a little now. My eyes are dry and blurry and that skanky Greecian woman won with a song that went "You're my lover under cover, you're my passion I have no other" and some seriously dodgy un-dancing.
The British commentator wasn't much more entertaining, sounding like he was talking through a vat of formaldehyde, knowing he wasn't being paid enough to talk through the painful event that is Eurovision, and dying to go home I imagine.
FA cup final and all that. Go Arsenal. I thought they were going to bring on Howard in the dying minutes of extra time to be the shot stopper in the penalty shoot out, but oh well, Carroll tried.
I think that's it for now. Monaco GP tomorrow. Don't bug me from one to three.
I swear, when I'm desperate for entertainment, no one wants to fill that role, cept Rudy whom I have to credit for his valliant effort, and whenever I'm studying for a bloody exam, everyone wants a piece.
Weng says my face and my voice get 'sharper' when I'm PMSing. The bitch commeth.
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