Boxer Short Tenner

Good Fucking Lord
I got home yesterday at about 1:30am from my holiday and I am now blogging at NINE in the morning. This is ridiculous, plus I think I have a very tiny but very angry Miley Cyrus in my head beating the shit out of my brain. Oh well, she probably just jealous (Ow).

ANYWAY
So yah I went to Turkey. It was nice, but I'm so fucking fucked for my Biology exam tomorrow as a result of doing nothing. And no, not the pretend nothing where you've at least read through the textbook once or you kind of know what you're talking about when they ask about starch, I mean literally...nothing. Some fucking holiday that was, the brainless organsisms that I share a living space with (my parents) thought it would be a lovely idea to disrupt my revision by spending a week in a forgein country. Like I'm supposed to revise at the beach, I can barley do it with a gun to my head. Needless to say, I did nothing (literally) and all the revision I did before the holiday has emptied out of my head, so there is a lovely cooling sensation whenever a gust of wind blows into my ear.

Turkey is a mad place by the way. Go there for the lols, but don't expect to have a nice time. We went to Bodrum, which is some place where people are forced into a massive tent while other people shout things at them. It was midday when we got there and about 35 degrees C and my Dad was all "Ooh this should be fun, we can haggle! And experience some of the Turkish culture! and buy spices at low, low prices! (yay a rhyme) come on girls!" at this point I was a mushy blob on the floor and my sister wept for my severe dehydration.

I got presents for my friends you lucky, lucky swines. At low, low prices!

There was a fat bloke in there who kept shouting "boxershortboxershortboxershortboxerSHORT!" Just like that.

I feel the wrath of a million rants, but maybe later...I need some toast.