Of Peas and Dumplings...

Hmmm... the first post of my "n" number of blogs...
i guess it's kind of like rebooting a computer... you're still using the same machine, but your computer (should be) faster and 'cleaner' now that you "unfreeze" it... hence me starting a new blog + a new post= a new start for the better...

or worse.

I'm not really making any sense, am I?

Well, let me try again.

*ahem*

If you happen to have stumbled upon my blog, congrats. Your eyes will bleed from the incoherency of it and (excuse my language) it's a mind fuck exercise if you're trying to understand what i am getting at in this or the future posts. Don't say i didn't warn you...

Alright. Let's begin by talking about my day:
I woke up, stretch, brush my teeth, washed my face, talked to my friends on MSN, went out to walk+jog, came back after 20 mins, e-mail/reply to bf's sweetsweet (*scoffs* ya right...) msgs, had the coldest shower in a long long time, boil some water, dump in peas, fish the peas out of the pot, sprinkled salt on it, munch them like an ill-mannered monster, boil another pot of water and just dumped in some dumplings

HENCE THE TITLE: OF PEAS AND DUMPLINGS

WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I HAVE BEEN DOING:
read about stephen king, read about william faulkner, read about stephen king's rhetorics, read about william faulkner's rhetorics, read about the american gothic movement, read about modernism, read about post-modernism, open word document, yawn, stretch, being typing my name, type the course code, type the Prof's name, type the due date, type the page number at footer

AND WRITE/FINISH THE FIRST DRAFT OF THE 40% ESSAY (FIRST DRAFT IS DUE THE DAY AFTER)

oooooo, the dumplings are ready to be consumed.

oh gosh. this is worse than Allen Ginsberg's Howl . At least that poem is "interesting" to say the least