An object of fascination [very much updated]

My dad just gave me a suicide talk. Gee I wonder what tipped him off. Maybe it was my “DADDY I GOT SO MUCH WORK KILL ME” outburst to him fifteen minutes earlier.

I’ve always had an issue with planners. I’ve never touched my planner ever, in two years, and instead I’ve chosen to write my daily to-dos on pieces of paper that end up everywhere around school – “Oh hi Mr Thompson so yesterday I … is that my to-do list in your Manchester United coffee mug?!?!??!” Having had enough of peeking into recycling bins to see if my WHOLE LIFE ON PAPER is in there, I started using my planner just last week.

By now all my friends have seen my infamous planner so here’s a preview of it for you:

Fuck I love school.

Can you see the recurring themes in my masterpiece? Pretty much everything, actually.

“First you don’t use your planner, now you kill your planner.” – Debra on my work ethics.

Hey it’s totally not my fault that I work better in organized mess okay. I think if there was some sort of order in my planner I would totally break down.

Speaking of football (HEH HEH HEH), Manchester United versus Chelsea tomorrow yo! If we don’t win this one we’re pretty much fucked.

Omg Ed has officially slept for like 28 hours or something. I’m beginning to suspect boys hibernate.

YAY Juanes just came on my playlist! Who’s Juanes? Er only the most awesome Spanish-singing singer ever!

This is what happens when you get Twitter. All your blog posts become random lines less than 140 characters. (THIS ONE TOO HAHA.)

Okay enough. Bai. Work.

UPDATE: I HAVE JUST ADDED A YELLOW STICKY NOTE ON TOP OF MY ALREADY DYING PLANNER. HELP.

I think this calls for divine intervention.

PS – A new addition to the family!

This is becoming like Chronicles of the Planner.