A froggy tale

Once upon a time there was... ‘A king!’ someone will yell in a bored voice and assume that another grumpy fairy tale is about to begin. No readers, you’re mistaken. Once upon a time, there was a frog. Not the kissable type that affably flopped over to some mysterious princess and pleasantly demanded a kiss. I’m talking the green grotesque being that troubles your nightmares. With mottled skin and a nasty croak. Now you’ll stare at the screen with glazed eyes and particularly moronic thoughts like ‘a nerd in the making’ will float across your eyes. Now for the jolt.

Well, the weird thing is, I found a specimen of this ghastly species haunting my room. Do I hear particularly loud shrieks of ‘euww!’ *approving nod*. Exactly the reaction I wanted.
So what did I do? The brave hearts will ask, smirking at the thought of a wimp like me battling against such a gruesome thing. The simple answer is – nothing!*grin*
I just watched as my very brave mum grabbed a stick and proceeded to brandish it at the astounded animal. It got the message however, and began to obligingly hop towards the window. With a last energetic bound, it launched into the air and then plummeted into the mud below with a spectacular thump. Any circus acrobat would have been proud.
Then, of course, the inevitable happened. The old ‘princess kiss the frog’ routine. My brother actually had the impudence to grin at me and got a battered shoe to his face. Now, I think *content smile* he wont ever be able to grin again.

Well, with a few paltry days separating me (and numerous other tormented souls) from my dreaded second unit tests (oh…where have the days gone? The last of exam free hours?), I finally picked up enough courage to blabber my first unit test marks under my parents disapproving, but thankfully shapely noses, which they haven’t bequeathed to me *sniff!*
I’m currently victim to a raging cold, wheezy cough and awful fever *grin* but that definitely didn’t stop my mum from poking my butt awake at five o’ fucking clock (morning morons!) demanding that I stick my bleary eyes into SOME book INSTANTANEOUSLY! (Big word, I know!)
Sadly, The Prodigal Daughter didn’t strike her as an appropriate book to be perused by a 10th standard kid. So, the book’s languishing somewhere (tattered and bedraggled) in the murky rainwater under my window and my HISTORY book (yuck!) is currently serving the post of a very heroic dustbin as I chuck devoured Ferrero Rocher wrappers into it.

My computer (old and scruffy) recently had a nasty attack of viruses, so I caught up on loads of movies I wanted to see and ate all the popcorn I wanted, which ultimately culminated in retching voices issuing outta the bathroom- if u get my gist.
So, clutching my rumbling stomach, I bid thee au revoir.
Lovingly yours,
Chocoholic