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Friday, October 26, 2007

 

OMG I'm ill

I'm dying. A horrible, horrible death. And I've found a rather appropriate picture which explains it all:

ARGH
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No, I haven't lost my voice just yet, but it's slowly slipping away... I wouldn't be at all surprised if the kittens gave this... this... sore-throatiness to me. I also keep coughing up stuff that I thought you could only find in biology labs.

Speaking of science and the disappearance of voices, I have remembered a sorta anecdote. I do Physics (HUGE mistake, I know. I think the teachers are agreeing with me on this; I'm crap at physics... I did pass, sure, but I don't know at what grade exactly. All I know is it has to be grade B or above... there's a lotta maths involved, don't worry. But anyway, back to my anecdote:). One physics lesson not so long ago, we all sat in our rows... Myself on my own, of course, no one wants to sit next to me, but I don't mind. We were all waiting for our teacher. At this point in time, there was a bug going around, so people were coughing up all sorts of nasty stuff. In comes our teacher. A little time passed, she standing there waiting for us to finish talking (or THEM to finish talking, rather). The initial thought was that she might be a wee bit ticked off that we didn't stop talking immediately, but then: "I'm afraid I've almost lost my voice... All I can say is a whisper, so you'll have to be very quiet!!" Needless to say, I couldn't hear a word she was saying. Also, I wasn't there for her previous lesson, so I hadn't a clue what she was talking about anyway (not a great loss, I suppose.......... wait a minute...).

So I'm dying, my voice sounds like a boy's who's going through puberty, I don't wanna eat or drink and I don't think I'm making my situation any better by having the door open at this time of night. I'd close it but I can't be bothered and I sorta want to miss skool anyway.

If I still have the ability to talk tomorrow, no matter where you are in the world, I'm sure you'll hear, "DAMMIT" echoing through the streets. Stick around for 8-8:30am GMT and see if you can hear me.

Just 10 of the rubber ducks in my collection... lol

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

 

Beware of the blog

He's a better musician than me :(
OMG I haff had no internets 4 over a month this is teribl I dont no how I suvived

Yeah, well, I did survive. And I'll tell you how - I somehow predicted this would happen, so I decided to do a mass download of crazy crap that I probably wouldn't have considered thinking about (what?) if I weren't in these circumstances. But I were in these circumstances, so I downloaded the entire comic-book collection of TinTin (that's pronounced 'TAN-TAN', ignorants! lawl) and ASTERIX! Asterix is better than TinTin, so my over-obsessive nature takes its course, and by the end of this week I'll probably know absolutely everything there is to know about Asterix et al, and you'll probably see millions more Asterix-y pictures on this blog. I've started with Cacofonix (who is awesome), because...

OMG I have a violin exam before the end of the year. Like, the beginning of December, or maybe even before then. I am crap at the violin. I did Grade 5 about 2 years ago, and since then, my teacher decided I wasn't good enough to do Grade 6 yet, until now. No, I'm still not good enough; she's only decided to enroll me now because 2008 brings the new violin syllabus. So, I must pass my upcoming violin exam, otherwise I have to learn 3 new pieces, taking about another year. No pressure, huh?!? Oh, don't get me wrong, I am improving. Or so my teacher says. It could just be that tactical move, you know, false optimism to make the subservient individual believe that they're doing good. I don't know.

Anyway, not a lot has happened since I last typed here. Well, Marzipan's escaped from her cage a few times, and ran over my face... Nah. Not good enough. Gee, I had a whole loada anecdotes I wanted to share but now I've come to actually have the oportunity to write them, I can't think of anything to say.

I'm going to mourn in my room, now. With some of my Asterix books. *sobs*OMG it's me

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