Forgive me for posting another entry with a video in it. I just can’t help it.
I’ll just quote Chico so I can study my shark endoskeleton again.
Hehehe…I just wish the sound was better so we could appreciate just how good these boys are, even humor aside. They’re actually very good. Typically attributed to Gioachino Rossini, the song entitled, “Duetto buffo di due gatti”, or humorous duet for two cats, many say he didn’t actually write it. Anyhoo, it’s really just a cute number, often sung as an encore for sopranos.
I heard a funny quote today which has nothing to do with Christmas but its kind of though provoking and hilarious all in one.
The quote was, “automatic side doors on vans are the epitome of stupidity and laziness and lack of strength in modern culture”
kind of hilarious but also like… why (unless you need them for a specific purpose) would you ever need automatic doors. like can you really not take one second to pull a door open? really….
Det är så jobbigt att ha feber! Hur kunde det komma så snabbt, över en natt bara? Hade inte alls ont i halsen innan, eller kände mig dålig på något sätt. Oh well.
Ifall jag har feber imorgon också och det är värre måste jag tydligen gå till doktorn. Dumma svininfluensa-hysteri. Det är inte som att man går till doktorn annars när man bara har feber liksom?
Paula sa att hon nog redan har haft svininfluensan för hon var jättesjuk ett tag i Kina och 8 av 10 har haft den där! Haha, tur att hon inte sa något till mamma, hon hade ju blivit galen. Hon ringer mig i stort sett varje dag för att kolla att jag tvättar händerna och mår bra gulligt. Hur som helst, jag har alltid tur med sjukdomar för de är alltid milda (det är bara jag som är en vekling och klagar) så med lite tur går det här bort imorgon.
(By the way – since the stepboys came along I have making big big big HUGE efforts to tone down the odd curse. But insist on linking to profane – funny, but profane – websites. Sorry, people. Doing my best, here.)
Hilarious. Especially to my family. Especially at Christmas.
Sometimes I think we should set up some kind of (Stuff) My Dad Says collective.
My own Dad’s mantra at this time of year is Bah… HUMBUG. He doesn’t hesitate to trot out that puppy around toddlers, four-year-olds, Sisters of Mercy. Anytime is a good time to spread misery and despond, as long as it’s Christmas.
But tonight’s contribution was pretty cute.
To set the scene:
Fireworks popping like crazy in the background, much to the discomfort of the Fluffy White Dog, who admittedly is somewhat neurotic. During a particularly big thunderstorm last year, she tried to take cover under a broom.
But I digress.
So, anyway, the fireworks were exploding merrily. The dog was trembling, just lightly.
The Dad chose this moment to say:
Hear that, Fluffy White Dog? That noise out there? They’re shooting dogs, that’s what that noise is.
Fluffy white dogs, as it happens.
I’m just glad he manages to contain the sardonics when the stepboys are around. Kids, as all you Actual Mums know, can be pretty literal. And this is a family where our grandfather used to kiss us goodnight as children with the blessing:
Close your eyes or I’ll have to hit you with my stick with nails in it!
Nice one, Gramps.
On the other end of the spectrum is my Mamma. She’s bought each of her six(!) stepgrandkids a Fair Trade Christmas ornament to hang on the tree, and is currently in the process of sewing little calico bags to store them in, to be embroidered with each of their names.
How these two people have sustained a devoted marriage of over thirty-five years standing is still a bit of a boggle to me sometimes.
Aint sure to be happy or sad. Work starts tmr and shall cease on the 31st of this month. I should be happy becos i see $$ rolling into my bank account and I wanna save up for the aussie trip next dec!! But I’m sad becos I’m not that keen to go into this mundane life, although it’s only for a short period of three weeks. Well, money is the only motivation for me, at least for now. LOL.
After 3 months of pia-ing in uni and 3 months of no time to think about anything other thing except sch and assignment, I feel bit weird to be suddenly so free. As in really free that I dont know what to do so I decided to paint my nails, pack my room etc. Just wanna keep myself busy like before. I realised I complained alot during uni sch term like I have no time for this for that… now I’m complaining for being too free. How ironic. hahaha. But it’s true, I dont like being free now, becos immediately after exams, i started to fret over some emo and unhappy stuff, whereby these things are usually easily shrug away during the past 3 mths (simply becos I’m too busy and too worried abt my sch stuff to care or think of these stuff). Must be too free now. So thinking positivley, work could keep my thoughts occupied actually. Should be happy about it. YEAH I SHOULD.
Just declared econs as my major ystd. I’m seriously quite afraid about it. I”m taking one step at a time. I took sociology module too. Just in case I realised I’m not up to it for econs, I shall change my major to socio nxt sem. But of course, I really really really hope that I can cope with econs well becos after all, my reason for entering fass was partly due to econs and even until now, i still believe that studying econs is the most practical choice. So well. I wanna pray hard hard.
… but because the background is white you don’t really notice it. Trying to change the background to a different colour but can’t figure out how to do it!
Ah well, paying too much attention to watching the X Factor anyway (yes, I watch trash TV; Sis has gone home so I’m bored).
Occasionally it can be quite hard to think of topics to write about, and occasionally you overhear something so stupid, so idiotic, that it inspires you. Welcome to the world of me.
New shop opened in Gillingham high street today (I think it was today anyway), it’s another one of those random electric-based second hand shops, selling CD’s, DVD’s, TV’s etc really cheaply. Since it’s new and cheap, the queues were quite long. I’m usually ok with queues, as long as I don’t have to be anywhere, this queue however really annoyed me for two reasons;
No mp3 player. Normally this is the sole reason I don’t mind queues, just gives me a chance to stand there listening to music, is relaxing. Today however my mp3 player had no power, so couldn’t bring it.
The woman behind me.
This person, was beyond annoying. The minute she joined the queue she was complaining about how long it was. Now maybe it’s just me, but if I see a queue that I consider too long, I don’t queue. That’s the thing about shopping queues, you can see how long they are, handy isn’t it? It’s an entertainment shop, so it’s highly unlikely she was buying anything she really desperately needed. This complaining went on for THE ENTIRE QUEUE. Now, this alone isn’t enough to warrant me calling her stupid I know, just annoying but when we got to the end I heard her say something which was so annoying, so stupid, so beyond comprehension, that I wanted to sterilise her. She was in a conversation with someone who asked how her kid was doing;
“oh she’s fine. There’s a few kids she knew from playgroup who go to her school as well so she’s fine.”
“that’s good. She at home?”
“no, she’s waiting outside”
Just to reiterate; this woman left her (obviously very young) child OUTSIDE A STORE, ON HER OWN. But it got worse a few minutes later;
“this queue is taking forever. If {insert childs name here, I didn’t quite catch it} isn’t still outside when I finish here, I’m taking this place to fucking court, this queue is fucking ridiculous”
Yes, after abandoning her child outside, the woman would blame the shop if the kid got abducted. This woman, should not be allowed to breed, and I feel very sorry for her child. With parenting like that, I wouldn’t really be surprised if the kid turned out messed up when she grew up (which of course, wouldn’t be the mother’s fault, it would be the fault of the evil television and music). I never really fault it would be possible to feel a moral obligation to kidnap a child.
Outside the shop (back on topic) was another new stall; a soup shop, offering free soup for the day. Ordinarily I would take them up their offer, I love free stuff, but there’s something about free soup which seems a bit hobo-ey. Yup, I’m ending this blog with the word; hobo-ey.
gulligt. Hur som helst, jag har alltid tur med sjukdomar för de är alltid milda (det är bara jag som är en vekling och klagar) så med lite tur går det här bort imorgon.