Food drunk.

I ate so much yesterday that the thought of food today is nauseating. I had a big lunch early yesterday in order to stretch my stomach out. The cool part was that my Aunt, Vern, came into town for a visit. Word to Me brought her over to the house to pick me up. She had no idea what stepping into the house meant.

Vern.

After lunch, I tried to get some homework done, to no avail. So, I took a shower and attempted to rest before the main event. The main event not being West Brom’s pathetic loss to Wigan, but instead the annual crawfish boil. This was placed right in front of me:

Ugh. Just seeing it again makes me throw up in my mouth a little.

Today, no seriously, I have to get this homework done. But before I do that, I have to go see Iron Man 3. It is important that I have my priorities straight. After I finish my homework, I need to go get groceries and maybe play a little FIFA.

Speaking of football, I just ordered my kit for my big match against Furious Jessy and her club. What was their name again? Oh, yeah. Manchester United. It is going to be a pathetic defeat, but at least I’ll be representing WBA. Granted, I’ll be representin’ in the away colors, because this late in the season all of the home kits are gone. No matter, next season, I’m ordering my personalized kit early. Anyway, this is what I’ll look like (from the waste up):

I decided against the shorts. It’s for the best.

Okay, shuddup talking to me. I’ve got Prezis to build. More soon. ~SC