Hey Look it's a cute cat!

A picture of the Little Cat for Marzieh before she goes to dial up internet land.... <3
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I can make penguins out of post-it notes.

WARNING THIS TEXT IS IN CAPITAL LETTERS.


I think it's high time we do the chicken dance... I mean, write a blog.

University has commenced, and between devising ingenius ways to get rice across a crevice using only toothpaste, a comb and some old Neil Diamond CDs I am finding time to write a blog.





Hey it's someone playing the guitar that's not Matthew Bellamy! And I took the picture! It just keeps getting better...

I was going to post a picture of my little kitty here, BUT blogspot refuses to upload it for me. Obviously Brian doesn't want to share the lime light of being in picture form on my blog. She is quite cute.

So therefore this blog has come to an abrupt end.

I'm a tool, I'm a tool, I'm a tool

Guess what interwebs, I feel like blogging. You'd better run. Run fast. As Gandalf would say "Fly you fools!"

As the days in 2010 tick over and my little about me description becomes increasingly inaccurate (as does Marzieh's last blog post title) I am becoming a better person, with a definite purpose to my life and this sometimes hazy journey that has been my past is now surging forward with authority and distinction.

Quick explaination on that sentence, I liked the first half of it but then I didn't know how to finish it so instead of deleting I just came out with some random crap about me being well-adjusted. As to if I am or not I leave that you decide, as I believe this blog is a choose your own adventure sort of deal.

You open the hatch (turn to page 38)

OR

You wait till emergency crews rescue you risking death in 30 seconds (turn to page 67).

(page 38) You open the hatch. Air rushes into deep space but your space suit gets caught on the latch of the hatch door and the ship explodes before you make it to safety.

(page 67) You wait till emergency crews rescue you but your space suit gets caught on the latch of the door between the rescue pod and your doomed ship. The ship explodes before you make it to safety.

That'd get me.

Have fun being dead. I hear it's like being on holiday with a group of Germans.

This will make sense if you read the previous post. Have a nice day.

May contain traces of nuts.

"And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him."

from So Long and Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams

For some reason I find that really endearing and cute. I mean, who wouldn't want big fluffy clouds to love them? Awww. Except you'd then get rained on all the time. But I'm just imagining these cartoonish fluffy white clouds holding hands (?), with smiley faces that don't have noses while raining on Rob McKenna.

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy triology is really a worth read. I've just finished reading the fourth one and am about to start the fifth book of the 'increasingly inaccurately named triology'. I've read the first four once before but never finished the fifth because I got distracted by a cute puppy that happened to be sitting by the side of the road in my house. It was quite a complicated series of events actually. But moving on...

Er... this is where the blog ends.

SPARKLERS! smiley face!

I miss you so much it hurts sometimes.

It's nearly the end of the year... I almost wrote world there for some reason. I just thought of an incredible tangent I could go on about linking the end of the world with the end of the year but I've decided to forgo the telling of that story as it probably would need a tree diagram, a link to a wikipedia article and a piece of very long string to explain. So instead I will just start a new paragraph.

It's nearly the end of the year and we are a few days until the starting of a new decade. The last time our calendar did this we were moving into a new millennium and so the whole decade thing was sort of forgot in favour of a bigger number with a more satisfactory number of zeroes. I was almost nine and had yet to discover the brilliance of Harry Potter because my narrow minded brain was filled of horses and not liking things Catherine liked and thinking Harry Potter was all hype (wtf eight-year old me?). Our teachers kept telling us that we were really lucky to live through a change in millennium, into the third millennium, our children, their children and even their children's children would not get the privilege of living through a historic event like this. I think at this point my classmates and I troubled ourselves with working out how many generations it would be until our relations experienced the fourth millennium. I recall thinking it seemed a bit stupid since there wasn't anything particularly remarkable about the next year than any other years previously except it happened to the the 2000th year in which someone decided to start a calendar because of a big event happening previously in time. And it caught on. In a big way.
At least we didn't have to be bothered with writing so many nines anymore.

Of course our teachers neglected to mention that 2001 was the Church's jubilee, something to do with it being 2000 years since Jesus was born which confused the heck out of everyone and the school painted a door no one had ever used in years purple, gold and silver and everyone paraded through the door waving banners with doves and crosses and such like on them. And there were more nuns present than usual and the amount of masses and liturgies we had increased. And the teachers once again told us;

"Aren't you lucky to live through this historic event, your children wont see a jubilee like this, nor your children's children..."

So, we as good Catholics, had two years of unique millenniums. And so the novelty kind of wore off. I'm not joking, it really did.

Of course moving back to the the secular millennium (a name which I just gave it but it's really kind of a lie), there was the y2k bug which I've pretty much forgotten about and wasn't concerned about at all. I think everyone's forgotten about it except my phone which if you press the wxyz, abc and then the jkl button the first entry is y2k. Huzzah! I bet you'll keep that information logged in your brain for a rainy day.

This is quite a long blog. Here's a quote from charlieissocoollike 's twitter:

"Glad you all like my new video :) I'm told that self-deprecation is one of my strong points. I still don't think I'm that great at it"

Hehe.

Wake up there's blood in your sweat when you wake up, cower blood sucking liar, who you gonna call when you wake up?

( Ghostbusters!)

I put pictures in my blog posts so the Facebook thumbnail looks cool.

So... it seems we have reached this point once again dear friend(s). It seems I am blogging again. The first time in almost two months *gasp*. I have to say though I quite liked my last blog. It was about Stuart. Incase you didn't catch that when you read it.

Time has passed since my last blog. Obviously. Hmm I'm struggling a bit here aren't I? It's summer holidays now but there has been quite a bit of rain and not enough hot days.

Things I Have Learnt in the Past Few Weeks:

1. Don't let John Travolta go to the bathroom. Bad things happen when he leaves the room.
2. Dreams are more entertaining then real life. Until you get chased by people with machine guns.
3. Eric
4. They used mirrors in Star Trek.
5. Cider is quite nice.
6. Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey.
7. Given the right equipment it is actually quite easy to demolish a house.
8. E(XY)
9. It's amazing how entertaining a turtle eating a tomato is.
10. Number ten is the end of this list.

Isn't that some impressive knowledge? I know what you're thinking... why did she eat all the lettuce?


Bet you didn't expect me to say that! Wait... what?


Hey look it's Matthew Bellamy! I was watching the football and one of the players had the last name Bellamy. It made me happy inside.






P.S: Obscure references for the win.