That's what sunshine is. It's like everyone's just getting by, doing work and being average, then our part of the planet gets exposed to a little extra electromagnetic radiation and everyone just trips out. I've been doing some topless galavanting (I love not wearing a shirt) and distracting all the ladies from their study and stuff, then walking to pearls lane to buy peach slices in syrup (Joel Kass kept telling me it was really unhealthy to drink syrup, turns out his Yorkie Bar had like double the calories) and just being happy all the time. I was sitting in the car listening to some of my dad's weird music today and just thinking about how great everything would always be because there would always be summer and you don't need anything to be happy and shirtless. If any of you ever feel suicidal in the winter, wait till summer, buy an icecream on a really hot day and try to feel suicidal whilst eating it. I don't think it's possible.
CU's mission fortnight is kicking off next week, and that's at least several on the rickter scale of awesome. Still awesome but on a much more minor scale is that I've recovered my Minecraft save. Now you can all sleep sound at night in the knowledge that chickens are once again paddling.
I keep thinking that I'll write things, then not writing them. Sometimes I sit down and try to start writing things, but that's hard so I just keep typing something and undoing it. That's the sort of thing creative guys do in movies, and they always pull chicks and then write a best selling novel or something, usually because said chick inspires them so much.
I've made a shoddy replica of the Minecraft chicken out of lego, but I think it's rather lovely. I've been getting more into my creative stuff lately. In physics I've started making things out of crocodile clips. I made a statue of Anubis that everyone thought was pretty awesome, and I'm sticking at my fruitless attempts to write some write. I'm glad I have my blog to write on, the best thing about English at the moment is that it teaches me big words, makes me feel all clever and forces me to read books that I really should be bothered to read because they are awesome. And also Mr.Evans, who is covering for Miss Davis' lessons as well since she may be off until the end of term. This, of course, is tragic and makes my every day but a 15 hour period of wallowing in my own grief. (<-- Sarcasm, bathos, hyperbole, figurative imagery) I leart this great thing. If I say: 'That blogger is blogging', then 'blogger' is an agent, 'That blogger' is the subject and 'is blogging' is the predicator. Also, if the blogger is blogging, then blogging is a verb, but the blogging in itself is a gerrund.
This is being a lot of words. Chrissy Lamont's blog seems to have died, but who knows, it might come back. Ruth Lovell is still making lovely post with affectionate titles such as 'everyone was sad', but are awesome to read. I think my blog, in terms of updates, is like this awesome plant I have. It's called a ressurection fern, and it can go for like 20 years without water in a psuedo-deceased state of stasis, much like Gordon Freeman, then just wake up whenever you choose to water it. It's great becuase I don't have to take any kind of responsability for its wellfare and can forget to water it for ages, as I have done for the last few months. People are like 'what is this dead plant?' and 'That's lame', but I think it's awesome. I'm going to go and water it now.
*****
Haven't found plant yet. Evidently I'm worse at plant care than I thought. I did find the pot the plant used to be in, but now there's just loads of money in it, which is still pretty sweet.
CU's mission fortnight is kicking off next week, and that's at least several on the rickter scale of awesome. Still awesome but on a much more minor scale is that I've recovered my Minecraft save. Now you can all sleep sound at night in the knowledge that chickens are once again paddling.
I keep thinking that I'll write things, then not writing them. Sometimes I sit down and try to start writing things, but that's hard so I just keep typing something and undoing it. That's the sort of thing creative guys do in movies, and they always pull chicks and then write a best selling novel or something, usually because said chick inspires them so much.
I've made a shoddy replica of the Minecraft chicken out of lego, but I think it's rather lovely. I've been getting more into my creative stuff lately. In physics I've started making things out of crocodile clips. I made a statue of Anubis that everyone thought was pretty awesome, and I'm sticking at my fruitless attempts to write some write. I'm glad I have my blog to write on, the best thing about English at the moment is that it teaches me big words, makes me feel all clever and forces me to read books that I really should be bothered to read because they are awesome. And also Mr.Evans, who is covering for Miss Davis' lessons as well since she may be off until the end of term. This, of course, is tragic and makes my every day but a 15 hour period of wallowing in my own grief. (<-- Sarcasm, bathos, hyperbole, figurative imagery) I leart this great thing. If I say: 'That blogger is blogging', then 'blogger' is an agent, 'That blogger' is the subject and 'is blogging' is the predicator. Also, if the blogger is blogging, then blogging is a verb, but the blogging in itself is a gerrund.
This is being a lot of words. Chrissy Lamont's blog seems to have died, but who knows, it might come back. Ruth Lovell is still making lovely post with affectionate titles such as 'everyone was sad', but are awesome to read. I think my blog, in terms of updates, is like this awesome plant I have. It's called a ressurection fern, and it can go for like 20 years without water in a psuedo-deceased state of stasis, much like Gordon Freeman, then just wake up whenever you choose to water it. It's great becuase I don't have to take any kind of responsability for its wellfare and can forget to water it for ages, as I have done for the last few months. People are like 'what is this dead plant?' and 'That's lame', but I think it's awesome. I'm going to go and water it now.
*****
Haven't found plant yet. Evidently I'm worse at plant care than I thought. I did find the pot the plant used to be in, but now there's just loads of money in it, which is still pretty sweet.
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