Sniffles. Haha sounds like dog.

Omgggggaaashhhh i just broke my record for not getting a cold this whole year. That's right. YEAR. No, not week, not fortnight, not month, not term, not semester, not half-year, but year. The stage i'm at is the most damn irritating stage of the cold. Where i blow my nose every 30 secs. Of course i'd like to blow something else every 30 secs ;). LOL SECS. haa.haa. ANYWAY. The intense blowing of my nose leads to a screwed up nose, obviously. The skin of my nose starts peeling after it becomes super red. And it's not like the whole nose goes red, it's the bit between the nostrils that blushes. lol. blushes and stings like shizzle. This ain't really helpful at the moment since i've got my prd right now, which makes it super inconvenient to go to the beach on thursday. The problem isn't that i've got a cold and so i can't swim/ it'll get worse, which probably isn't even possible. But it's coz i'm probably gonna be so busy blowing my nose that i won't even have fun. And i'll probs be all dizzy and shiz and not know what the hell i'm doing and then i'll faint and float away into the sea...which would then lead to me stuck in the middle of the ocean. I would then swim to the nearest island i can find and get a volleyball and name it Wilson. But thankfully, i would know how to survive in the wild. How? Obviously, Bear Grylls. I love that man. Therefore, with all those weeks of survival lessons, which have been 283 times more helpful than these lessons at life and resilience, i would be able to survive the 1001 days on the island...hopefully not turning into wild beasts due to a lack of authority and order in the society since i will probably meet some littluns who have no freaking idea where they are because the authorities thought it'd be better off for them to be isolated from a war-torn nation where they have been neglected...this is otherwise known as "protectionism". Then i would build a boat. No, not papa's boat. But BEAR'S BOAT, which is 20 times more stable and provides a higher chance of survival because bear doesn't have a paperbag face. Instead, he has a bear face. haa.haa. This boat will then be built by bear's camera crew and made of logs and vines and tree sap to stick some stuff like branches and shiz together. This will then be my form of transportation for the next 238 hours. I will then arrive home, rub my cheek against the soft, 3 ply toilet paper as though i was raised by dogs. I will then write a short story, poem, feature article, letters to the editor with opposing views and a speech to the school assembly about my experience. I will name them all, "There are no signposts in the sea". After that, i will write a reflection statement, including an evaluation of what i did, and how i could've improved on it.

But as they all say, prevention is better than a cure. So i shouldn't go surfing or to the beach at all. But i want to go surfing. So tough, Hilary. Man up.

~heelorli