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18 March droll dayJust one of those days where no matter how eventful it's actually been, nothing seems terribly exciting or worthwhile. I get them often, but usually because nothing actually happens anyway!
I have come across other droll day sufferers, though I'm not entirely sure if it is a common phenomenon. I tend to discover similar strangenesses in poeple- for all I know these are one-off things or my own mental projections (yep, I'm trying to get into a psychology course- how could you tell?).
Droll days are not necessarily all bad however- they make one have a greater appreciation for the small trivial fun things- what I generally call trinkets- for example my dancing robot or the bendy pencil I have sitting next to me here. Its on days like these my obsessions with yoyos, sandcastles, contact juggling and other skillful things rev themselves up, only to die later when I cant be bothered practicing.
I'm a pretty much perfect picean, which really gets annoying when your trying to be skeptical.
So hello to all the droll day sufferers out there! Let us rally together and play with yoyos!! 14 March it's my birthdayAnd it's been an odd one so far- I'm about half way through. So far it has featured early morning pewter figures, booking of doctors appointments, unexpected rain and a freind being out when I called. Later it will involve grocery shopping and weekly salsa classes.
I blame the neccesity to have my party on the weekend- aside from those hard-core birthday wishers who use the actual day, most everyone has already wished me their best. Those who havent are going to next weekend, and the family- based presents will come into play two days from now on a shopping trip- basically, the actual day has been overshadowed by all the compensatory happenings of the rest of the week.
Not that I mind, of course, quiet birthdays are often not the norm for me, and this one, being my 18th after all, is nicely being spread out over a week instead of a day. The only real downside is I don't think I'll get much study done... Ah stuff it, it's my birthday! 12 March The party saga- a continuing storyWell folks, the party has been, though the birthday has not. All in all it was an excellent evening, featuring, amongst other things, half-hearted attempts to make me drink, a surprise version of one of my mother's famous pass-the-parcels (the end of an era, I tells ya), the long awaited return of her chili concarne, and way too much jelly, cream and chocolate cake.
Minour highlights included the mysery apearance of Peta the spider and my Michael Jackson cd (Mum later admitted to sneaking in the latter), some small clockwork ponies, some rather dangerous rubber frisbees, twister on the dancefloor, and a live redback spider (this statement should hearken the reader to the fact that Peta was in fact a very large rubber spider, not to be confused with the bit of mush now on the bottom of Jed's boot).
The punch -given we'd never made one before and had no recepe- was surprisigly successful, especially with my hand-shaped ice float and the distinctly creepy whole tinned plums floating around in it. The chilli, we assume, was just as successful, given that Mum practically made a couldron full in the hopes of having enough left over to have for lunch today, and it was all gone. She should have been a chef, she really should.
I now own a small amount of glasswear, in very big proportions. I swear it's meant to be an earn, not a glass. Needless to say it remained clean and dry for the whole night- again, if i make an assumption that nobody spilt something on it.
So that was the party folks, I got to bed at about 3.30 in the morning, woke up with a full 8 hours sleep at 11.57, and now I have to go and clean the studio (*groan*).
Wish me luck, inmates! If I'm not back in a week, send out a search party. 06 March dehydration headaches do not necessarily result from not drinking enough waterWell, i'm back, and all the more depressed from having to leave again. However, in keeping with my promice of before, i am not going to go into that.
I have decided to have a vampire party for my 18th next weekend, and am now thoroughly immerceing myself in the procuring of coffins and red beverages- this will no doubt be harder than expected, and may well be for pretty much naught, given the amount of my freinds who can actually come AND stay for an extended period of time.
So, to all of my freinds who's numbers are not in fact in my mobile phone, this is my other mode of invitation- if you can make it, dress up for me and if there is someone who would like to come and doesn't hate my guts that you know, bring them along too.
The more dead guys in my house the merrier.
Hope to see you there!
03 March Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee're off to see...The boyfreind! Huzzah!
I leave at 5 to 5, dear readers, to see my beloved army man, and i thought you'd like to know (given you know basically everything else).
I am in happy zone, as opposed to timezone, aptly named due to the amount of time spent in lines for machines, or the rather acute awareness one develops of how long you've been in there.
Anyway, t'will be a fun weekend, despite a boding feeling i'm carrying around for god knows what reason, and i hope you all have equally satisfactory ones. As such, i am getting your wardens to take you all out on a field trip to the paddock you can see from your cell windows.
Have fun inmates! |
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