Welcome to my cosy little attic. I hope you feel at home. Feel free to navigate. I hope my insanity is catching. Comments are more than welcome.
What's Up (so don't ask)
30/10/04 The Dude left us - RIP
15/03/05 I turn 18... start counting my grey hairs
16/05/05 Last Exam. Forever, I hope.
21/05/05 Jack Johnson Concert - KickAss
25/05/05 I graduate... maybe
07/06/05 Kaz turns 18. About time bro.
The time has come. There's nowhere to run.
End of anger, end of pain. Bring on the end, Bring on the rain.
No-one runs, No-one fights, it will rain for forty days and nights.
Thats my prophesy of doom. You'd understand if you could look out of my window... it's raining like God himself targeted my house and dumped all his troubles on me. And nobody diss my poetry. It was on the fly.
Isn't 'no-one' a wierd word? I mean... how do you spell it? I keep thinking my way is wrong... but if I get rid of the hyphen, we get 'noone', which reads like 'noon'... hm.
Anyway, back to the rain. I remember dreaming about rain... but don't go blaming me. So, I woke up, half awake type, and remember hearing lots and lots of water falling... then i fell asleep again. This happened a few times (takes me a while to get up) and when I finally did... I noticed the rain. Seemed very biblical... so, nonplussed, I go downstairs to begin a days fucking about on the net, and notice that the rain is not only strong, but seems t have found its way into every window in the house (especially in the kitchen, where the top half of the door is gone... floodmania) and, worst of all... the window was open behind my computer... you can guess what that meant. Yup, the back of the screen had quite an amount of water on (and most likely, in it). So, I began by wiping everything off with a towel, and then did a very stupid thing. I turned it all on. Now, I realised how stupid this was (remember, I've seen Final Destination) so I took my (wireless) keyboard to the edge of the room, hid behind the door... and pressed spacebar. nothing happens... then I remember that this is a particularly shitty wireless keyboard, so I raise it a bit and aim directly at what needs to be aimed at... and hit spacebar. the screen flickers to life... and nothing happens. You should've seen this coming, people... I mean, I'm on the friggin computer right now. I just hope nothing happens later... coz I'm sitting pretty close and my neck is exposed.
Anyway, soon after facing death, I decided to do it again, and not for my own sake. My Dude was outside, facing this hellhole of a storm all by himself... and he's a small fellow. So I don a small raincoat and go out to look for him... getting quite wet in the process... and I can't spot him. It was then that I really realised (hehe) the extent of this rainstorm... my garden was flooding, rain seemed to be coming in at 45ยบ and the Dude was at risk. I ran back inside, this time put on a raincoat with a hood (clever) and some sandals (so thats why my feet hurt outside...) and went to make my daring rescue. I began to look around the garden, he could be anywhere. As I made a general sweep, I managed to spot him out in a clearing, eating something. I quickly moved in and took him inside. Much dirt-removal and drying later, the fucker shat on me. Ingrate... so I let him walk around the desk and got him some leaves to munch on. He was not interested... it turns out, this tortoise is a lot tougher than he seems, so I decided to put him back outside. This time I didn't bother with raincoat or sandals of any kind, so I got quite wet. He seems to be fine, by the way.
The rain just stopped...
That's all that's happened today so far. Syd is coming over in a bit to steal some food and couch-time, so I'll write about that later (if it's decent)
Yesterday, however, was an adventurous day. I had a oral hygenist appointment at like 12... that fucker is crazy. I had planned to write lots on it, and had thought of lots of funny things... but you know how it is. I'm not funny. Anyway, after inflicting lots of pain on me with his probes, not to mention emotional pain by repeatingly telling me that I didn't deserve to live because I didn't brush and floss a dozen times a day. And finally, when I thought it would end, he told me to come back at 4.45... to get my teeth polished. I could've done it then, but it was lunch time and I'd have to go 3 hours without food... fuck that. Anyway, I went back and got them polished... I swear, you'd think they use like dental polish or something, but I really think it was run of the mill nail polish... it tasted like crap. And then I had wierd stuff stuck to my teeth for 3 hours, sporadically falling off.
I had planned to go see Noelle after my appointment, but I couldn't get a train pass due to the lack of function of the little photo booth in the train station, so I went home. I had also planned to go over to Dans for a goodbye session, but due to many reasons, he came very late so we only had a couple hours. And I managed to nearly beat him in Pro Evolution Soccer 3 (quite an achievement, I think)
I thought I'd drop a line. And a new quote... I don't think it's been posted yet, but Jess (too obsessed with it, I think) got the answer and told me (verbally). The quote "There's no gene for fate" is from Gattaca (great movie) and the link is Jude Law.
The new quote is a little obvious, only because I wouldn't recognise it without some of the strong hints in there. Oh well. See if you can spot the movie and link it to Gattaca.
"Mammals, a day of reckoning is coming. That's right, the same plants and flowers that saw you crawl from the primordial soup will reclaim the planet. And there will be no one to protect you."
Lioness, thanks for all the messages, and I hope your plaphoring very well. I have yet to understand what your new word means, but I enjoyed reading about it. As for the point of the game, you have to say what movie the quote is from, and how that movie links to the previous quote's movie. If that made sense, congrats. But you got the quote right anyway, so here, enjoy your 7.5 minuts of fame. Jess, however, maintains that she deserves like 3 hours for getting so many right... I think not. 15 minutes is the maximum Warhol-approved amount, and we can't go fucking with Warhol.
Alright then, it's a bloody plaphorous day because it keeps pouring. Having to study when I've just bought loads of books is a plaphora too. You not getting the meaning downright plaphored me, I thought it would be so obvious. Clearer? You didn't watch the Smurfs growing up, I can tell (well, you're still growing up so there's hope yet.)
Give me some credit! I caught up fast to the fact that I was supposed to link the quote to something else - it was the something else that kept eluding me, lurking there among the million quotes and thoughts of everyone and their dog - this blog is like a mad highway! I don't see how you all find the time or the inclination to meet in person. :D
Oh, and tortoises can drown pretty easily, not the world's fastest catastrophe evaders, so make sure yours is somewhere where he/she doesn't get trapped somewhere nasty.
And duh, you think it could be Uma??? I seriously have to study, be a mensch and stop the linking thing! Or move your blog somewhere else. "Hi, I'm XXX and I'm a link-addict".
