Bloooop, bloooop, bloooopy, bloop-bloop...
Name that tune.
Do not be scared, Iluvpie (the commenter from the last post) appears to be some person called Aoife who I suspect is a mate of my sister's. Suspect? Who'm I kiddin'? The wee bugger'll pay for this. This means you, ya wee... (frgengirgncvmng...) This is what happens when you link to your own blog after posting creepy messages.
Anyway, so much to tell! Well, no, not really. But it does no harm to pretend.
Went to St. James's Hospital today to visit someone and when I went to the front desk (after a trek of great magnitude, I might add!) the bored and rude woman said there was no such person. She now has me doubting my own existence and I don't know whether I should be writing this at all given the fragile state of reality around here. *deep breath*
Sarah got holiday pics back and put them on a marvellous device known as a 'compact disc'. I was vaguely aware such things could be done, but since my knowledge of photo-taking and so on is limited to point and click (or is it shoot? There are so many new fangled things, I can't get my... What's this? Where am I?). This should be obvious to anyone who's read the blog from the start and witnessed my feeble attempts to put pictures up.
Just to make it clear once again, I'm not able to download Hello, the photo-posting programme, in college so the picture thing is out of my hands. In case anyone thinks I'm just useless. HA! Anyone... I mean either of you... (Hi, Mom!)
Monday is St. Valentine's Day - I'm not looking forward to it. This is the first time I've had a ladyfriend for this Festival of Lurve, (oh, God, how pathetic is that?!) so it's all a bit worrying. My friends keep saying, "Oh, she's probably only expecting a dozen roses and a van full of chocolates and three necklaces (only one of which need be diamond-studded) and bears with cute uniforms and..." BLAHBLAHBLAH!
Too Bad, is what I have to say. A card'll do her. Mind you, it being Sarah 'The Artist', it has to be a handmade card. And not by someone else's hands either. I have looked into the rules and regulations and it's very clear on this point. So I get to flex my creative muscles in a worryingly mushy sort of way...
I started reading 'On the Edge of the Etheric - Life after death scientifically explained', by Arthur Findlay last night. It's all very interesting, but horribly written. He writes in circles. He's not capable of making a point, he has to reiterate the point three or four times in one paragraph, in order to reinforce the point he's attempting to reiterate in that paragraph, regarding whatever it is he's attempting to put across in the point, at least three or four times. It's irritating.
It gets very confusing when people do that. Like when he was talking about the etheric world, in which we shall be found following our death, which is really only our true form leaving the physical form behind, he felt the need, rather than just coming out and saying it, to jiggle around the point with more sub-clauses than a department store at Christmas to the degree that I had no idea what he was saying! If he just wrote, 'When we die, we enter the etheric world. It is all around us, but we can't see it. It makes up all the bits of stuff in the universe we think of as void. Apparrently it's very nice.' The whole thing'd be a lot clearer. Mind you, the book'd be a lot shorter too...
Sorry, I was trying to emulate Findlay's style for a while there, but I think I only succeeded in being annoying rather than demonstrative. Perhaps I should rest my case right there. On the sideboard, near the fridge. Not too near, there're bananas in there'd eat yer auntie!
Anyway, I believe I've slipped off the edge of coherence so I will go and find something to eat...
Do not be scared, Iluvpie (the commenter from the last post) appears to be some person called Aoife who I suspect is a mate of my sister's. Suspect? Who'm I kiddin'? The wee bugger'll pay for this. This means you, ya wee... (frgengirgncvmng...) This is what happens when you link to your own blog after posting creepy messages.
Anyway, so much to tell! Well, no, not really. But it does no harm to pretend.
Went to St. James's Hospital today to visit someone and when I went to the front desk (after a trek of great magnitude, I might add!) the bored and rude woman said there was no such person. She now has me doubting my own existence and I don't know whether I should be writing this at all given the fragile state of reality around here. *deep breath*
Sarah got holiday pics back and put them on a marvellous device known as a 'compact disc'. I was vaguely aware such things could be done, but since my knowledge of photo-taking and so on is limited to point and click (or is it shoot? There are so many new fangled things, I can't get my... What's this? Where am I?). This should be obvious to anyone who's read the blog from the start and witnessed my feeble attempts to put pictures up.
Just to make it clear once again, I'm not able to download Hello, the photo-posting programme, in college so the picture thing is out of my hands. In case anyone thinks I'm just useless. HA! Anyone... I mean either of you... (Hi, Mom!)
Monday is St. Valentine's Day - I'm not looking forward to it. This is the first time I've had a ladyfriend for this Festival of Lurve, (oh, God, how pathetic is that?!) so it's all a bit worrying. My friends keep saying, "Oh, she's probably only expecting a dozen roses and a van full of chocolates and three necklaces (only one of which need be diamond-studded) and bears with cute uniforms and..." BLAHBLAHBLAH!
Too Bad, is what I have to say. A card'll do her. Mind you, it being Sarah 'The Artist', it has to be a handmade card. And not by someone else's hands either. I have looked into the rules and regulations and it's very clear on this point. So I get to flex my creative muscles in a worryingly mushy sort of way...
I started reading 'On the Edge of the Etheric - Life after death scientifically explained', by Arthur Findlay last night. It's all very interesting, but horribly written. He writes in circles. He's not capable of making a point, he has to reiterate the point three or four times in one paragraph, in order to reinforce the point he's attempting to reiterate in that paragraph, regarding whatever it is he's attempting to put across in the point, at least three or four times. It's irritating.
It gets very confusing when people do that. Like when he was talking about the etheric world, in which we shall be found following our death, which is really only our true form leaving the physical form behind, he felt the need, rather than just coming out and saying it, to jiggle around the point with more sub-clauses than a department store at Christmas to the degree that I had no idea what he was saying! If he just wrote, 'When we die, we enter the etheric world. It is all around us, but we can't see it. It makes up all the bits of stuff in the universe we think of as void. Apparrently it's very nice.' The whole thing'd be a lot clearer. Mind you, the book'd be a lot shorter too...
Sorry, I was trying to emulate Findlay's style for a while there, but I think I only succeeded in being annoying rather than demonstrative. Perhaps I should rest my case right there. On the sideboard, near the fridge. Not too near, there're bananas in there'd eat yer auntie!
Anyway, I believe I've slipped off the edge of coherence so I will go and find something to eat...
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