I'm actually doing this. I mean, three days straight (although not technically, as it's one in the morning) is pretty darn impressive. Oh, and a big hello to Duncan Tarrrant, who has publicly confirmed how great he is by signing up/ in / following this blog.
Just to update you all, ('you all' - I love it), my kitten is still stonkingly adorable, even if he has OCD about burrying his poo in his litter tray. On a similar note, ECC's frienship hour remains the absolutely nangest thing going for people over 60. No joke, I help out at the most live pensioners social in the history of ever. I mean, it's just gone from jammin' Israeli jigs to full out garden parties, and is the sole driver of my desire to obtain recordings of said music.
My dad remains uncompromising in his obscure battle to ban the family Xbox forever. Today we wired a laptop into the T.V just to watch a D.V.D, and he literally said nothing. In fact, aside from telling me what he'd done, he hasn't at all mentioned the incident. Either he feels that we have all succumed to his authority, or he's actually forgotten. I eagerly await the hypothetical 'family discussion'. That said, I don't thing I've really expressed any opinion on the issue myself, becuase when I found out I was like "Right, that's great, because I have over the holidays school work and stuff", in a stupid attempt to make myself look adult and mature. I feel a little bad now, but I don't mean to whine about my dad publically and behind his back, becuase he is for the most part tremendously wise and stonkingly cool, hence I love the man to bits. It's just that I desire to cast the burdens of the day away, and free my thoughts into the spacious virtual realm.
Speaking of casting burdens, one of the dyspraxia highlights of my day has got to be at friendship hour, when we were singing 'Cast you burdens unto Jesus', and someone asked what the action for casting was. After that, I kind of started thinking about casting in general, and it's many meanings, and Half Life's Vortiguants, which, in a stupendous display of lack of social awareness, led to me to loudly punctuate the song by exclaiming 'Gal Garem Garhhhllechk Gash', and the like. Has anything ever been more nerdy and disabled?
The kitten has stolen Ruth's insulin pen, which I feel could be a genuine attempt to kill her.
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