the broken glasses saga

well, not so much a saga, more of a boredom rant about how much broken glasses fustrate me. for the past two weeks, i've been walking around with glasses held together only by a mixture of hope, sellotape, and the knowledge that i may have to wear them as some form of monocle. but then, not even an hour ago, the rest decided to drop off. how convinient. my without my glasses is like rain without wet. Like simon cowell with out a witty comment. Like a chav without his burbery hat. sad, miserable, and very confusing to look at. i am mole girl without my glasses. my glasses are not only the only way i can see, they partially hide my puffy little eyes! this must be fixed and soon.
other then this, i feel reletively cool. i've handed in all outstanding coursework (it won't last for long), i'm doing well in lessons, i havn't been largely annoyed by anyone lately. life is good. but it'll change. i am one of those people who see the glass as half full, but i also know that someone will come along and drink from it before i even realise. i'm a slightly pessimistic realist at heart.