Back to 'work', it seems.
Lots's beens happening the last month or so. I have a girlfriend now (!), so that's pretty neat-o (easily the biggest understatement of 2009, but I just feel like mincing words today). Have a job for the upcoming summer months. shrug.
I guess this impromptu time to re-begin blogging again came at a bad time. I'm supposed to be studying (a-ha! driving lessons, right, forgot about that) right now, using my poor man's version of a homemade steering wheel to simulate -- a broken extension cord as the wheel, with rolled up newspapers criss-crossing through it acting as the 'spokes' and the horn. Yes, it is as diobolically crappy (yet crafty) as they come, and I've had to rebuild it once already.... but it'll do for the moment?
The thing about blogging is that I choose to refrain from using emoticons to directly showcase how I'm feeling while I'm writing this. As I'm sure many blogs do...the ones I read, at least. Suffice it to say, it's safe to assume that most of the time there is a stellar, handsome young man with a world-wide smile on his cheeky (in terms of behaviour, not cheek-size) face. But you can't see that I'm currently sick. Blargh. It's the flu, I think. I've displayed all the listed symptoms that those handy public transit buses have displayed to me: sore throat, loss of appetite, runny nose, fatigue, sore joints; more, or less.
Nobody likes being sick (2nd nominee for biggest understatement of the year), and I wholeheartedly agree. T'were it a physical ailment that I could see with my own eyes? Yeah, sure, okay, I guess this voratiously lobotomized left kneecap sticking out at a -23 degree angle could stop me from going up and down stairs. But anything that's making you sick from the inside out (save the flesh-eating bacteria, that is the polar opposite of the 'bee's knees', bar none. relatedly in the 'would-literally-go-crazy' bin would be 'having words tatooed to the inside of your eyelids'. imagine seeing something forever, indefinitely? it must'nt be too hard to picture, just close your eyes, clear your head and....oh wai- YOU DON'T SEE BLACK (your eyelids, duh) YOU SEE WRITTEN TEXT. how utterly messed up must that be?! forgetting for a second the procedure itself of tatooing legible things on the inside of an eyelid, just, just....wow. didya want to go to sleep, and rest those weary eyes? n'uh uh. crazy.) I feel is much worse, particularly for morale and psyche.
Oh, and I re-activated my old neopets account from 4-plus years ago. To nobody's surprise, my griffin pet is "very very hungry".
Listening to: Jenn Grant's Echoes.
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