I'm tired

Yes, I'm tired. Because, well, because I'm tired. Duh.

I should revise, but I don't really want to. Maybe I'll just learn one of the poems for Welsh. But it's like, all long and stuff. Not to mention MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING. Ffwffan mewn ffyffti ffaffl mewn ffwdan!

Yeah. That was me expressing my annoyance using random Welsh-esque phrases. Woo! Go me.

Erm.. oh! Did I ever tell you people about when I was in Mexico? I don't think I did; I think I went before I started blogging. So I think I might tell you now.

I went to Mexico in May '07 for someone's wedding. I don't like weddings, so that wasn't exactly the highlight of the holiday. Anyway, we went to this nature park thing, and there was all like, animal things. But when we were outside, I was eating a cracker (go me). And there was this iguana, sitting on a rock, looking at my cracker. It looked jealous, so I thought, "Ooh, I know, I'll give the iguana some of my cracker." So I did. Instead of the iguana biting the cracker, it bit my finger. And it was all bleeding and stuff. I called the iguana a bitch. And now I've got a scar on my finger. Fun fun fun!

On the same finger, but on the other hand, I've got a scar where I cut myself. I didn't cut myself intentionally; I was making an apple crumble and when I was cutting the apples, I sort of... slipped. Haha. Ouch.

Happy revising to you all!