Random Bubblings 4

WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS...my version

withdrawal is one phase of my life I hate..literally..i could take a knife and shove it down its left elbow if it was a person. And I can bet u a million bob, if I had that a million bob, that you hate it too.

my good englishmen friends at The Oxford University(am guessin thats why it was called The Oxford Dictionary) in their genius of this foreign language that we pride ourselves in, described the word(s) withdrawal symptoms as “the feeling of being depressed by the absence of something, literally, the unpleasant physical reaction that accompanies the process of ceasing to take an addictive drug”...simple and straightforward. Well, its not always about the drugs, though if you think about it, your addiction of whatever can always be termed as a drug. Id check up the meaning of drug from the oxford men just to be clear but i've already returned the dictionary on the shelf and I aint feelin that vibe of standing up again. So, the point of this random bubblin of today is that..i hate withdrawal symptoming and more so because im caught right up in the middle of it.

I havent had a ribena fix in more than a week!!!! im actually quite proud of myself because i've been trying to quit its regular consumption for a while and now that i've gotten round to doing it, its a good thing...BUT truth be told, Im miserable, all I want when im thirsty is that bursting bubble feeling going down my throat in all its purple glory..i actually feel like a junkie who should check into rehab or something..or the way im trying to get on with my life after Greys Anatomy writers decided that they should end the bloody season the way they did. Its a really hard thing knowing that there are no more episodes to look forward to and its even harder finding somethin thats gonna replace that relationship I had with all the attendings and interns at Seattle Grace Hospital. The thought that no one is ever gonna replace Dr. Torres is a baad baaaad thought. So much for my lesbo crush vibes lol.

Which now brings me to withdrawing from holiday. There is nothing as hard and as difficult as the thought that you can no longer sleep in till way past nine, or that your back to an environment where you actually have to do stuff and people bigger than you will complain when you actually dont do the stuff and worse yet you have to learn how to write notes fast again..right after you forgot how to hold a pen.. and the worst part is that, thanks to Aristotle and Socrates, who felt the need to dispense their wisdom upon younger generations ultimately leading to the evolution of school, is that we have no choice..hence the reason im up at 4 in the am's trying to get a grip of stuff ive been learning for about 3 months now...it sucks right??

so I now need to sign out and get some work done, but in actuality I shall be going through a process of withdrawaling from an awesome week, with thoughts of simple derailments, episodes of the weakest link at 1300hrs, a captain hook towel for a blankie coupled with my freezing toes, burgers and loads of good conversation..so like a coke addict or somethin I need to check myself into mental rehab, find a way to get on with my boring old schoollife and better my concentration...or maybe, just maybe, leave those thoughts in my mind, play them out every once in a while, smile for a moment then get eternally depressed right there after..as long as I just leave them intact...and at this point in time, the latter seems like a much better idea, and anyway there's always next time,right??..so now i'm gonna toast me a ribena to that :)

signed out
The Junkie

P.s there was somethin id wanted to include when I was writin this but I forgot..if I remember it past now it wont be of much help to you anyway :)