Boredom Eating.

If I'm going to hell, then it's most certainly for the sin of gluttony. *update* after quickly googling the 7 deadly sins, I must add that my last statement was completely incorrect. I'm also going to to be damned for sloth, wrath, greed, pride and envy. Ooh hey that's 6/7 (I'm working on lust, the only reason I haven't is because I don't deem anyone to be suitable. If I was living in somewhere like Paris it'd be a whole different story). You know what, I think the 7 deadly sins may get their own special blog entry.

ANYWAY, back to boredom eating. I've been on study leave for the past month (ha.. "study"), which has led to me having a whole lot of free time. As I'm a fairly uninteresting person, this has left me bored a good many times. Now, apart from singing loudly to myself about hot people (it gets lonely ok?!?!) and other shallow things, this has forced me into a whole new meaning of bad eating. Firstly, there're all the many thousands of trips to McDonalds (seriously... Extra time between exams? McDonalds. Lots of time after exams? McDonalds. No food in house? McDonalds. Cheap, sociable eating? McDonalds. Celebrating end of exams? McDonalds. Lots of spare time with no exams? MCDONALDS.), and secondly there's the amount of time milling around the house doing nothing, which inevitably leads to the fridge. Let me take you through a typical day...

• Wake up at about half 10.
• Sluggishly walk in my just-woken-up state through to my living room for a spot of pre-study television, accompanied by a hearty bowl of cereal
• Watch tv until my lack-of-study guilt is sufficiently high, then make myself a rousing stack to give me the energy required to... well, sit still at my desk for hours.
• Get some study stuff out, look over it for a bit then decide to reward myself with lunch
• Return to my "studying", then decide I need a little something to keep me going to I return to the kitchen in hopes of finding something tasty
• The rest of my family come home so I shall eat a sociable snack with them
• Tea time whoop.
• Can't go to bed on an empty stomach, so supper it is...

That's 7 different eating occasions. Plus that counts as a productive day, as at least I got to the point of actually taking some study stuff out. Usually it's more just wake up, eat food and graze solidly for 14 hours, sleep. 

I'm almost wanting to go back to school, just for the mere sake of my health...

When You Run Out Of Toilet Paper.

... doth it need an explanation?

Forgetting What You Were Going To Say.

It happens to all of us. You're in the middle of a conversation and you're suddenly hit with this fabulously witty comment/brilliantly intelligent point/burningly important question/amusing story and when the time finally comes to release your brilliance to the world, your brain is like "lol i forgot, soz. :$"

This happens ALL THE FREAKING TIME to me, and I'm usually left sitting there like a gormless seal, making noises like "uuh, eeh, aaah, hmmmm, eeeeeerm..." and awkwardly laughing for a minute to tide myself over, before finally having to admit I've forgotten what I was going to say. At which point the conversation has died and the air is thick with the stench of awkwardness.

Scumbag brain.