A Window to my World [V]

Oh well, I have been terribly bored and the best way I know to kill boredom is just go and furiously type/write whatever comes to my mind. I’m not going to use “real” stationery today since I don’t wish to infect my beloved violet ink pen with any of those stupid viruses (of two different species, I am certain) and some bacteria that have been have been harassing me of late. However I don’t wish to be boring as well by forcing people to read my rants about multiple micro-organisms. I don’t even know how I manage to alliterate when I am annoyed! I mean, I can alliterate alarmingly almost always, even when I am particularly bugged. Sometimes, I don’t even notice it.

I don’t even know why I am digressing from morbidly menacing micro-organisms to my alliterating abnormality. I suppose it just goes to show how beautifully bored I am. My head and my left eye especially (which has a rather nice blood clot that is hidden from normal view at its upper left) hurt, I have been snivelling all day in spite of actually remembering to consume cough-syrup and my brother sat on a safety-pin today and was too embarrassed to mention the possibility of his rear-end bleeding to anyone. What, I ask is wrong with the world? Nothing, I suppose. Nothing apart from the fact that it is a world that needs chaos, a world that needs people to act stupidly instead of listening to reason or being reasonable, a world that needs all the evils imaginable to avoid being monotonously mundane; and there again, it doesn’t always succeed.

My parents were actually sitting and watching “Flash Gordon” this afternoon. And when I walked in and scoffed at a particularly melodramatic scene, my mother coolly commented that had I been five and watching it I’d have loved it too. This made absolutely no sense to me. Sometimes I wonder whether I have inherited my madness from her. Perhaps it is not induced after all. Oh well, I am rambling yet again.

Being stuck inside for three days can definitely ensure that you end up being excessively snarky to people around you. Oh yes, I have been very sarcastic, so much so that I am sure that there have been moments when my parents have actually considered cannibalism when it came to dealing with me. And of course, it is quite obviously a whole lot of fun when your younger sibling decides to make an extra effort at annoying you while you are in no mood to snap back. Oh well, my mother commented that I seemed like myself today. When I asked, “How so?” she merely replied, “You seem more aggressive.” Mothers. Gah.

I want to go outside and do something. Anything! While the fact that my head and eyes hurt is sort of nice, I doubt that I enjoy remaining confined much. Oh well, I have ranted enough. This is another disgusting and trivial post to be washed down the dreadful drain that is my blog. Forgive me for not being sweet and kind and humorous or any other admirable adjective. I was never any of those. Meh.

PS: And now, my brother is down with it as well. First I give my dad the infection and he starts looking like an angry alien villain from some horror movie. Now, it is my brother. GAH. I feel unclean. Yes.