While I hope incessantly for my modem to spring back to life miraculously, I just need to pop something into this page before Diaryland decides to bulldoze this blog full of mad muttering.
I guarantee that life still sucks no matter how much I try to change it (all in vain, however), and I still have to mug for my A Levels no matter how much aversion I feel for it.
So my World Cup fever is showing no signs of subsiding. Great. Beneath my stack of books would you find a soccer magazine meant to be found under a guy’s bed, but yes, here’s a girl absolutely nuts over the new (but currently injured) addition to Manchester United Michael Carrick. And Bayern Munich’s lovely trio of Philip Lahm, Lukas Podolski (sorry Siti) and the one-and-only Bastian Schweinsteiger. God, I’m drooling.
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