Guess who’s back? Guess who’s back? Guess who’s back!

Well go on, guess!

Of course, it’s your beloved Muffin – me. And I’m very glad to be back! Ski camp did not live up to my expectations. At first the snowboarding was highly enjoyable, but it sank incredibly fast to a notorious low. The food was not really my taste, the people were rather bitchy (I didn’t really expect anything else other than bitchy) and the sleep was always horrendous. Each and every morning I would wake up with my spine stinging and screaming. One night I even used three mattresses, yet the pain would just not cease.

But enough with the complaining – for now. There were some funny situations I do not regret to have found myself in. For example, the night my three pals and I snuck out of camp in order to buy some pizza. Oh, ‘t was fun! And we weren’t caught, which is incredibly amazing, for I was really quite suspicious. I ran into the shoe shelf on my way out, and I also forgot to close the door. Who cares, we got away with it! So no complaints there!

All in all, the camp was really not that special. There were several injuries. One cut their leg and had to be operated (on the first day, mind), the other broke their nose, another few broke their fingers and their wrist…highly laughable, no? I wonder why no one has complained yet!

That’s enough from ski camp today. Toodles, my pickle-pies!

Substance or no substance? That is the question!

Alas, I stroke the flesh-ridden skull that laughs in my palm before me, and I ask the ultimate question…to be…or not to be? That is not the question.

Instead I ask myself this: WHO’S THE MORON HERE!? Those with substance or those without? I’ll start at the beginning…

It’s our last day before the Winter holidays, so our class decides to watch a film this morning, under the condition (set by my teacher) that the film has something to do with our subject in History, which is World War II. I delicately suggest “Schindler’s List”, which in my opinion is one of the greatest films of all time. The majority of the class agrees and I set off to rent Schindler’s List. The video shop doesn’t have it any more. Bastards. So I pick “The Pianist” instead.

We watch the film. Some are shocked, some are moved, some are entertained, some are even amused. But most of the class enjoyed the film and say they’ve learnt something. Most agree, without say, on it being a sad, depressive and important film. BUT, some pricks have the nerve to come up to me after the film and drone on about the film being boring. I, of course, am angered by this. I, of course, lash out and accuse the two morons of lacking substance, taste and brains. They’d rather watch “Pearl Harbour” (starring that incompetent fool Ben Affleck who couldn’t act to save his dick from shrinking) because of the bombs and explosions! How stupid can you get!?

Now, in my opinion, “The Pianist” is not as good as “Schindler’s List”. But it’s a very good film and it deserved those Oscar wins&nominations. It was realistic, featuring superb acting and golden artistic quality. And it’s a bloody shame that the idiots of this world must try to damage that.

Ok, I’m ending my rant here. I hope you readers were able to decipher everything. I’m talking hyper-over-reactive-fury speech at the moment.

With toodles,

Indie Muffin

Snowboarding anyone?

Tomorrow I start my last week before the Sport Holidays. You may not be familiar with these. Anyhoo, in the first week of the Sport Holidays, I shall be gone with my school. We’ll be somewhere up in the mountains, taking care of an old hotel during the winter…sounds familiar?

Joking! I’ll be off in Snow-Sport Camp, riding my snowboarding, losing all my hair due to stress and feeling very cramped thanks to all those annoying teachers and students. I can’t wait(!)

Snowboarding is highly enjoyable, but pleaaase! All that stress! Gosh my golly!

So, I won’t be here for a week and the blog will be left unattended. So starting tomorrow, I will post at least one post a day. That way, the blog won’t be too…actually that idea is utter shite. What am I thinking? Who cares, I’ll go ahead with it anyway!

I’m hungry. Need double chocolate chunk cookies. Now. Toodles, readers!

The Last Weekend

Boohoo everyone. It’s my last weekend of zee holidayz! Oh woe is me!

Back to school, oh shite. *sigh* I actually like school (please don’t hate me), but holidays are better. And harder to let go. Plus, school is full of bastards and not the nice ones. And by not-nice bastards, I mean really vicious, heinous bastards. The kind I like to shove in an oven, burn the living skin out of and eating on my mothers birthday. Those kind of bastards.

But, whatya gonna do? Nothing! So I might as well accept it or at least burn down someone’s house. Hmm, I might do that later today.

In other news, I’ve finished watching American Psycho. ‘T was a very strange and disturbing film, possibly even more disturbing than Clockwork Orange. But considering my 12 attempts on getting through the first half hour of Clockwork Orange, American Psycho is in fact not as disturbing. Furthermore, I enjoyed watching Christian Bale running naked armed with a chainsaw, minus the fact he was a deranged killer chasing after a hooker.

That’s enough for today, my poodles. Cheerio for now!