Build-Ups: Saturday 9th

Before I go on with this post, for the few pitiful creatures who actually follow this page of non-happiness and torturous rants, i've decided to only post when there is something to post about. As the more unfortunate around us would understand, the holidays are too long for something interesting to happen on a daily basis. I also believe that the 18 episodes of Big Bang Theory and 3 Seasons of House and Dexter cannot watch themselves while i'm busy blogging about nothing happening that day.

So, back to the blog.

Early in the morning today (by my holiday standards), I starved myself at breakfast in front of my determined mum. We were going to an all-you-can-eat buffet for lunch and I had to go with an empty stomach to, of course, get the full value for my "under twelve years" fee. (By the way, I was going with my two family friends and my brother).

After we found it hard to get up without the contents of our stomach also threatening to get up, the parents thought it would be a nice idea to go swimming straight afterwards.

At the swimming centre, we started up a game of build-ups.

Oh dear.

As per usual, I was the least fit and most clumsy person in the game. My bad luck in "21 is in" as well as the most vision-impaired individual didn't help either.

As a result I found myself not finding a single person for, no kidding, half an hour. Eventually I snuck up on my also half-blind brother but was, surprise suprise, outrun; despite the element of surprise. Forty minutes into my self-demoralising failures, I tried to forfeit. But somehow I looked like I was waving, and threatened by the "enemy" they didn't look much longer. Eventually I decided to remain still after sighting them and eventually succeeded in forfeit. Thats right: I suck so much at build-ups I can't even lose without trying for 20 minutes.

It sucks being me.

Thanks for reading.