Okay.

Tired.
Variable.
Demotivated.

I'm not quite sure how this is going to work out.  I wish I did.  But that's a pointless wish because no one ever does.


"Death, insofar as it was possible in a face with no movable features, looked surprised.  RINCEWIND?  ...WHY ARE YOU HERE?
'Um, why not?' said Rincewind.
I WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU JOSTLED ME, RINCEWIND.  FOR I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH THEE THIS VERY NIGHT.
'Oh no, not-'
OF COURSE, WHAT'S SO BLOODY VEXING ABOUT THE WHOLE BUSINESS IS THAT I WAS EXPECTING TO MEET THEE IN PSEUDOPOLIS.
'But that's five hundred miles away!'
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME, THE WHOLE SYSTEM'S GOT SCREWED UP AGAIN.  I CAN SEE THAT."
-The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett.

Christmas Eve!

A short confabulation between Da and I:
"You're not eating Santa are you?  If you eat Santa now he won't be able to leave you any presents."
"But this isn't actually Santa.  It is merely a chocolate representation of his presence... and presents."

Hmm...

I've been very blogless recently.  I haven't really felt the need to say much.
Life is weird.
Letters are scary.
I feel slightly insane.

Random Outburst. Case Numero 261.

FIEND!

So, I was thinking, words are strange and interesting.  They only mean something because we're told they are.  And their meanings are really just made.  How the flipping heck did they ever become universal?  Well, not totally universal, but widely used.  Bizarre.

I like when Mother buys me new packets of marshmallows.  All soft and fluffy.

I like paper with lines closer together than normal lined paper.

Films.

Films are friends.
So are songs.
And so are books.
But films are the friendliest at the moment.

Five films that I totally relate to and that may help you understand me:

1. Running With Scissors.
2. The Secret Garden.
3. Garden State.
4. Amélie.
5. Spirited Away.

Vaseline time.

Freaking ow.
My lips are so dry.
And my chest makes some gorgeous noises when I breathe.

Watched two films today.  The titles of which both contain the word garden.  Garden State and The Secret Garden.  I love them both.

Duvet days are the best despite illness.

Sneeeeze.

"Sneeeeeze."  *twitchy face*  "That means I'm gonna sneeze by the way.  Hey, that sounded like a pokemon."
So this is how I became a pokemon.  A Schneezachu to be precise.

Assumptions are bad.  To assume makes an ass of you and me.

I'm not in a sense-making mood.  That is all.

Time to 'fess up.

Okso...

1.  I'm actually a superhero.  With superpowers.

I've saved you all from certain death more times than even a computer would care to count.

But shh... no one's supposed to know.

2.  I'm actually in love with Peter Pan.  Have been since I was seven.

3.  I sometimes wish I was a total squealy fangirl.  Other times I wish I could remove every hint of fangirl from me.

4.  I like to contradict myself, especially when I know it's going to annoy someone.

5.  I accept drugs as a bribe when certain people murder three people and a golf buggy.

Yet another one. Oh dear.

My many scattered corners of cyberspace somewhat resemble my mind.

Here is another to bore or interest you.