Oh to be young!
I have had quite the week! With my birthday, several random social outings, writing the graphic novel my younger brother and I create, nannying, figuring out my work schedule for the next six or so weeks, song rehearsal and last night attending my favourite indie dance club tradition, I have been left a bit of a little short of breathe.
So, to the point. I'm feeling a bit slack. My mind has been fairly drained of any creative juices in the last few hours of writing the graphic novel - which will soon have a blog of its own, when my brother and I get our act together.
I was thinking that today I would tell y'all a short embaressing tale and give you some links to ponder over... what do you think? *silence* I've got to stop with the rhetorical questions.
Oh ma gawd... did she really just do that?
About an hour ago, I was preparing my lunch. Hmmmm roast veggies. Whilst cooking up a storm I came to the realisation that I was home alone and therefore indulged myself by singing and dancing about the kitchen loudly and frenetically. I of course (having displeased the gods at a young age, and therefore been forever scorned by fate) was caught out by one of my house-mates who had slipped in through the front door without my noticing. Funny thing is, I wasn't embarrassed - he was. Blushing he went into his room. I mean, I wasn't naked and I wasn't singing 'I'm horny' loudly and out of tune... so what's the fuss? My Best friend is one of these people that gets inherently embarrassed for others. She cannot stand to watch Bridget Jones' Diary or anything of that uncomfortable nature. If I fall over (which I often do), she blushes profusely as I lay on the ground laughing my arse off and will often quickly walk by and not check until later to see if I'm actually hurt. Why? I don't understand. If I fall over, even when I have severely hurt myself - I tend to giggle. All I can think of is how funny it must have looked. My brother is very much the same, we call it cartoon humour. When in your mind you turn every day events such as falling over into grotesque dramatisations in your head. We find this HILARIOUS! Funnily enough, people like my best friend actually see this events as grotesque and are hugely embarrassed. Personally, I don't find anything much embarrassing. This is just life, there's not much to be embarrassed about. Everyone falls over and farts at inappropriate times, you'll probably have someone walk in on you having sex at least once. Its all good. Be calm. No one honestly cares and if they do, they must lead rather dull lives.
That is all.
Ok, so this isn't as insightful and witty as previous entries, but back off! I'm not a performing monkey. I am le tired, I could do with a packet of Oreos and a jar of Nutella to dip them in. Whoa - there's a food-gasm if I ever conceived one.
By the way, this is the song I was singing.
Duffy - Mercy
I'm begging you for mercy!
So pretty much all of us have been romantically burned at some point. What did we do about it? Probably wrote a nasty email *cough*, egged their house, simply cried about it, or spoiled their reputation as best we could. But to be honest, that all makes us look like arse-holes. Which we're not, we're just hurt. So, to not look like an arse-hole but still feel like you've accomplished SOMETHING, I suggest;
This handy little website lets you know how you can do things like, order several hundred copies of the Koran to be delivered to the pain of your existence's house or the mormon bible. Now this is just a pain in the arse, its not vandalism, its not illegal its just randomly annoying for them, and hilarious for you. Now I'm not telling you to go out and do this... but if you do... send me some pictures.
Ok, from this point on, consider our young heroine of bloggery (totally a word) Miss S to have had an aneurysm. If she were in a coma, these are the things she would dream about.
I told someone who asked that this wouldn't be in here but I'm not above lying. The below link is to a wikipedia article. I think that this is proof that something cannot be formalised.
This needs no explanation
With that, Miss S has flat lined.
Have a lovely day dear readers.
xx Miss S
Its time for another post now as I find them to be entertaining and at least mildly amusing. kthxbai
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