Not My Fault @ MindSay

"it was only 1/4 your fault and 3/4  his fault. majority rules, therefore it was his fault!"

 

haha i cant believe the things that i come out with to console people! lol

So this is the way it goes?
So much crap
And nobody even knows?

Taking more than bargained for
Not in a good way
The question is for whom is the more?

Too much responsibility
Isn’t always a bad thing
But when one is forced into doing
So much that they are about to explode
They cannot continue
And end up changing their mode

They become things
Robots
Filled with plastic and springs

Non human
They lose their complection
And everything at hand

You knew this was too much
Why didn’t you say something?
Is it that hard and such?

Who are you to say that this is easy?
I don’t see you doing it.

~"The Way it Goes"
~~Jake Allard

Argh! Goddamn hardware lecturer is such a hardarse. He said one of my fault reports was so bad he was tempted to fail me outright. Not to mention that I have until five tomorrow arvo to have them PERFECT. I'm thinking of bringing them in and getting everyone that I can find to go over them. The importance is that if I don't have five "competent" fault reports I'll fail. Man, I respect him for bein' like that. It makes everything feel more real. The pressure is pretty intense though. Damn Pete. It's all his fault. Pete is the lecturer's assistant, the one that said he was getting soft.

Bastard.

Seriously though, I need to work harder.

In other news the muscles in my arse cheeks have been sore for the whole day. I can't remember this happening since ... ever. I can't ever remember this happening before. Surely it has but I just can't recall it. Maybe back in the day when I threw it all in to get up that bastard hill on the way home. Too much exercise I suppose.

Speaking of too much exercise *goes and works out a bit*

<ColonelCoroner> Nah, this one's good.  Alright, so it was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so God decided to change the admittance policy. The new law was that, in order to get into Heaven, you had to have a really bad day when you died.  The Angel at the gate said to the man, "Before I let you in, I need you to tell me how your day was going when you died."
<ColonelCoroner> "No problem," the man said. "I came home to my 10th floor apartment on my lunch hour and caught my wife half naked. I knew she was fucking some bitch, I glanced out onto the balcony and noticed that there was a man hanging off the edge by his fingertips!  Well, I ran out onto the balcony and stomped on his fingers until he fell to the ground. But wouldn't you know it, he landed in some trees and bushes that broke his fall and he didn't die. This pissed me off even more. I wanted to kill the fucker! So I unplugged my refrigerator, pushed it out onto the balcony, and tipped it over the side. It plummeted 10 stories and crushed him! The excitement of the moment was so great that I had a heart attack and died almost instantly."
<ColonelCoroner> The Angel considers this, and let's him in cuz it WAS a bad day....The next dude comes up, and is asked the same question.  So the dude replies, "But you're not going to believe this. I was on the balcony of my 11th floor apartment doing my daily exercises. I was really pushing hard, and I guess I got a little carried away, slipped, and accidentally fell over the side! Luckily, I was able to catch myself by the fingertips on the balcony below mine. But all of a sudden this crazy man comes running out of his apartment, started cussing, and stomps on my fingers. I fell and fucking hit some trees and bushes at the bottom which broke my fall so I didn't die right away. As I'm laying there face up on the ground in shock and in excruciating pain, I see this guy push his refrigerator, of all things, off the balcony. It falls the 10 floors and lands on top of me, killing me instantly."
<Piro-nuts> rofl...
<ColonelCoroner> So the Angel chuckles, thinks his job is pretty cool, and let's this dude in...the third dude comes up, and again the Angel asks him the same question about how he died.  So the dude goes, 'Okay, picture this, I'm hiding in this refrigerator right..."

I am a bimbo... a boob... a... a.... an idiot. 

 

Lastnight was just not good.  Passing out while snowboarding, and you're on the hill isn't something I would advise anybody in their right mind to do.

 

Going back out and snowboarding today, the day after isn't something I would reccomend either, but with my fever and the whole coming down with a flu bug, you might say i'm not in my right mind. So i'm in no way at fault for going to my "On-Hill" class tonight, the second half of my ski patrol training.

 

So you see, its really not MY fault that I feel even worse than I did to begin with, and am sitting here blogging, instead of laying in my nice warm preheated bed.  I am NOT at fault for having issues with my bodies limits, and for feeling the need to exceed those limits and keep on pushing them until I collapse.  I'm just dumb. 

 

And because i'm dumb i'll say my goodnights here. 

 

Ps. boy... i <3 you.