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Scott and I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean tonight - unfortunately, it was completely sold out, so we were left all blue ball’d. We ended up back home, eating indian and drinking beer, watching Saw III.
I’m thinking of taking my car to the 24 hour car wash and giving it a once over - either that, or driving to Strathpine tomorrow to visit Bern.
Kisses, kids.
WARNING/ AVVERTIMENTO/ Предупреждение/ WARNUNG/ AVERTISSEMENT/ ADVERTENCIA/ WAARSCHUWING/ê²½ê³
This is a hormone fueled, Gilmore Girls series finale inspired post-rant. It’ll be cryptic, emotionally charged, and not make much sense. If this doesn’t seem like the kind of post you want to read TURN BACK NOW OH GOD TAKE COVER COVER YOUR EYES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAVE YOURSELF DONT LOOK BACK.
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Now that’s out of the way and I’ve warned you all in a suitable number of languages (Yes, number. Not amount - but I’ll save that rant for another time) jesus CHRIST is there something wrong with me?
Firstly, I should’ve known better than to watch the series finale of a show I fell for so hard when I’m all hormonal. It didn’t end well in the days of my Greys Anatomy compulsion and it isn’t ending so well now. I bawled my eyes out, bawled ‘em out like a baby. No more Lorelai? No more Rory? It’s just too much.
That’s not the real problem though, no sir. That’s not the root of the issue. This is beyond fixing with goat. Goat is not providing assistance, no matter how cute and comical the subject of goat is. I know, I was shocked too.
I just feel like an idiot. I’d always told myself that I wouldn’t do this, and now I think I have. Not completely, obviously, because I still have the good sense to not be an idiot, but like.. I CAME CLOSE. SERIOUSLY. HOW STUPID AM I? Jesus christ. My thoughts were invaded. Happily! I happily let my mind wander in that general direction and I enjoyed it. Thankfully, I snapped out of it, and now I’m half upset that I’ve let myself get in this state, and half incredibly happy that I snapped out of it before doing something stupid. Well, stupider. Bigtime sigh. And now? Now I’m left sitting here with this.. thing. This stupid thing. I don’t know what to do with this stupid thing! While really, really humiliating, the stupid thing was actually kinda fun. Not even kinda. Just the normal kind of fun. Minus the kind of part. Just the fun part. I think I’ll need to scout around for more stupid things.
In conclusion, I am never watching anything remotely emotional while I’m all hormonal ever again. At least, not until next time. Seriously, it’s a painful emotional rollercoaster. Mostly crying though - I cry because oh god I’m just so happy and then oh god it’s just so sad and then oh god I’ve run out of cereal. This is terrible! I haven’t had one of these for a while. It’s okay though. Whatever. I’m tired. Tired and seriously considering implanon in order to avoid these mopey whatevers.
SO THERE. THATS ALL YOU GET. Get outta here, y’schmucks. I love you all. <3
Also PS. I miss Tom and Joel and wish to hang out with them at some stage soon. At their earliest conveniece, even. I know they don’t read the blog, but this is kind of a reminder to myself.
Edit ++: Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.
Uuuuuuurrrghhh I am so full and I need sleep I will update later. Goat to you all for now.
I’m feeling all dumb again.
Obviously not dumb in the traditional sense of the word - I’m blabbing on, quite loudly, about useless miscellany as much as ever. I’m talking in the “I’m a retard and I can’t think of anything to write oh oh, I just thought of something - but wait, it’s coming out all retarded on the paper OH MAN I’ve gotta stop doing this to the trees” kind of dumb.
I’ve got a bunch of books in my newly assembled bookcase devoted to the art of writing, and writing well. Unfortunately, I never bothered to read them, aside from the parts specific to my WRIT1000 course.
So, I’ll put them on the to-do list. I’ll read a chapter or two a week and attempt to demonstrate the worldly writing advice right here for all to see. It’ll be the writing retards guide to “The Professional Writers Guide”, spaced over a few weeks, so people like me (people who feel like they’ve been abandoned by the english language, their vocabulary, and everything they ever learned in any english lesson, ever ever ever in their whole life ever) have a chance at grasping just exactly what the magical book is trying to impart upon us.
Okay, so, maybe I resent the magical book just a little. With my grasp upon the language that I’ve shared so much with, the language that has given me so much joy slipping, it annoys me that there are people out there who aren’t reliant on a series of stupid guides to aide their writing pursuits. These are the people who MAKE the guides. The English language has chosen them, and whispered her lusty, unforgettable secrets into their ears. While their smarmy arrogance isn’t at all deliberate, these people surround me, correcting my grammar and tense, and then go on to beat me at Scrabble. Sure, I’d give ‘em a run for their money in Boggle, but that’s only because of all the reverting I’ve been doing. Sub 5 letter words have become my forte. I’m in a “tree” “egg” and “the” niche. Wanna write a kids book? Count me in. I can write poop backwards.
I guess what I’m tiptoing around here, once again, is this: I miss learning. I want to know what an infinitive is, and why/how not to split it. I want to have a complete understanding of dangling modifiers. I want to know when, and why, I’m using auxiliary verbs.
Now I’ve bored you all with my incessant ramble, I’m going to share my updated to-do list again, for a couple of reasons. The first being that i haven’t updated much recently, and I need to pad this sucker out. Secondly, so you can all see how mundane my life is right now.
1. Washing - gotta do 1 load before/during breakfast so it can go in the dryer & another load can go in the machine before gym.
2. Gym - 1 hour on the treadmill, 10 minutes on the rowing machine.
3. Food shopping.
4. Plan what I’m eating this week. Probably best that I move this before the food shopping so I’m not wandering around the shop, looking at all the tasty things aimlessly.
5. Do the next fornights budget.
6. Read and write about the first few chapters of the PWG.
And there it is. My lame to-do list and summary of the challenges in my life for the next fortnight. Stay tuned for the Simpson’s inspired love affair between my socks and underpants.
Hugs and kisses.
PS.
For various unnamed reasons, my motivation to be fit, thin and cute has been renewed. Aside from my recently acquired coke-zero habit (probably the best of the coke habits), my patterns should be easy enough to revert to their former, fitness focused glory. I just have to avoid unhealthy food like the plague, drink copious amounts of water and resume my almost obsessive gym regime.
The first step is always easy. Declaring there and then that you’re going to take a stand against fatness is simple. Actually getting off your arse, out of the carefully sculpted and entirely effortlessly maintained bed-groove (a very similar concept to that of the couch-groove) is much harder than just talking about it. Infact, I’d say it is -worlds- apart from talking about it. With winter approaching steadily, coaxing myself out of my warm and exceptionally comfortable bed is a task I’m fairly sure even the likes of Hercules wouldn’t attempt. He’d saunter up, hair all shiny and bare chest glistening, witness the look of utter satisfaction on my face, and realise that he’d set out to achieve the impossible. Even if he tried, he’d get suckered in by the warmth and ease of bedpan use, and end up watching Grey’s Anatomy with me.
What can I say, it’s a particularly comfortable bed.