One thing I have noticed a lot lately is the tendency for more and more people to talk into their mobile phones whilst holding it like a radio transceiver, right in front of their mouths. It’s all possible because of the rise of the speaker feature on phones and while it used to be annoying hearing a one sided yelling match when people used to use phones in the traditional style..you know, against your ear, it’s twice as obnoxious to hear the person on the other end shouting back through a distorted speaker.
Not to mention you look like an idiot.
What do you get when you mix:
1) A forgetful housemate
2) An empty room.
3) A candle.
4) A day and night of pure burning time.
(more…)
Filled with the tears of a thousand Emo kids..
It’s conversations like these with my friend (who should totally get a blog btw because I will not rest until all of them have internet real estate in which to humiliate themselves heh) about things we used to do as a kid which makes us cringe now we look back on them which makes me glad of the company I keep, you know no matter what the story someone always has something worse to trump you.
Me:*much hard thinking begins* I think one would have to when I was really little I had a whole bunch of My Little Ponies, they had their own democracy with their very own leader, SAHM-pony, and a cool little hierarchy, they would occasionally wage war against the Care Bears because they felt the bears were too nice and it was nothing but a facade for deep evil which must be stamped out under their angry pink plastic hooves.
S: HAHA that’s pretty good you freak!
Me: Of course, now spill yours.
S: At age 13 I had several notebook’s filled with pirate love stories I used to write. Grand love stories of adventure on the high seas, lusty wenches and every sentence ended with ‘arrr me hearties’ because we all know every sentence ends like that when your a pirate followed by a swig of rum. Of course it was all very innocent because I wore pigtails and kiss-chase with boys still made me giggle.
Me: *blink*
I think it has to be the single most brilliant thing I have ever heard because pirate love stories so kicks the ass of Mills and Boon or angsty teen diaries about undeclared love for your high school gym teacher. Sadly I am not allowed to read any of the notebooks because of the promised 70 years of obligatory mocking that would accompany it, my not having seen them means only 40 years of mocking for the author.
Now if you will excuse me I am off to get an update on this mornings thieving delivery men who came, delivered and stole all in a blink of an eye. Little shits.
When I actually thought about it I realised I have had this blog, in it’s various incarnations, for 2 years now. Two freakin’ years how crazy is that.
It started around the time uni began with the usual crap, the oh look, I did this and that and blah blah blah and it still is the same pretty much except maybe now I can spell a little better. Notice I added the maybe into that because I don’t have a spell check on wordpress so the number of wrong spellings remains a mystery to me..but I like to think there are less.
I’ve watched some of my favorite bloggers pack up and call it day during the time this old thing has been going and it seems that more and more of the talented ones are vacating the blog world and it makes me wonder how come something like this one is still going? Anything remotely witty is hard to come by when you have such a routine but then I realised I’m not writing for anyone other than myself as a kind of memory of what I have been doing because true to the goldfish like memory I have, in a few years I will be all ‘huh I did that?’, so it doesn’t have to be anything particularly well written or funny.
A while back I didn’t enjoy blogging all that much because I would think ‘what if so and so reads this’ and ‘I don’t want to become one of *those* bloggers’ etc but I think I have rediscovered blogging a little bit, I need to keep working on it but I still enjoy publishing the random crap and knowing that really, who cares who stops by and reads this because in the end it’s just for me.
They say estate agents can sell you anything..
Listed as ‘One Bedroomed studio shed/garage suitable for a single person at an insane low rental price..’
I am really tempted to book a viewing just to see how well the agent can sell it to me, I am just not convinced because, you know, I like my house to look like a house rather than the place my car lives or am I just being too picky?
