The coldness of misery

I get up from my bed reluctantly removing my blanket. Rubbing my eyes and shivering in the cold I trudge to the toilet for the fourth time in the night cursing my bladder, the cold and this damned place. The next morning, I wake up with a giant rock inside my throat and chills down my body. I have officially fallen sick for the first time in this dreaded place.

I've always thought that I was a winter child, but until I came here to this dratted city at the peak of winter without a home or a blanket, I didn't know what winter is. I froze on the first afternoon, and spent an extraordinary amount of money on a blanket. After that, things seemed to become much better until yesterday when temperatures dipped and my life turned upside down. Without a heater in the room, no amount of cowering under my once warm blanket seems to take the chill away. Even with two sweaters, two pairs of socks, a scarf and a hat, the cold stays put. It is inside me now, the chill, and it refuses to leave.

There's something about the cold that really gets to you. Heat annoys, getting your shackles raised at the slightest of provocation. But the cold is different. The cold enters your soul and lodges itself deep within. It sucks out every ounce of your happiness, reminding you perpetually that you are nothing more than an under-developed animal. You can't think happy thoughts or remember happy memories, your laughter fades away and your smiles are forced. At the end, you are pitched into the very deepest despair. Add the young, nouveau riche of this place, and you have the perfect recipe for the most miserable time of your life.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

i may have a headache right now but i'm sure glad i don't live with a goldfish

Have yourself a merry little christmas!!!!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas 
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
is the carol that you sing
right within your heart!!! 

don't ask me what this is about cuz i don't know

I really don't miss facebook. that's interesting that I don't miss it one bit. I'm so happy not knowing who my classmate-from-10-years-ago-who-I-never-spoke-to-ever is dating or why my senior-who-again-I-don't-give-a-shit-about is getting married so young. Long live ignorance of other people's lives!!

oh my goodness gracious me!

You see, the thing is that in everybody's life there comes a time when you just got to call it the quits! You say, I have been here too long and I have been doing this too long and I don't care anymore whether the sun goes around the moon or not. Because the thing is that it doesn't. Now that may not make much sense to a lot of people, and it doesn't make sense to me. But the point is who cares?! I must point out here that I am not writing this in the tone that you think that I am writing it in. Do this. Picture an old, short, bald italian man who works with the mafia boss and has his own lamborgini and your selection of favourite gun. No don't picture that. Remove that picture.

You see the thing is that I, that is me, that is who you know in the blog as Bertie, that is I, have the EXAMS!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH 

Somebody who knows my real name please KILL ME!!!!

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!