Shooting bullets!

I never know what I'm going to write about, until I coerce my fingers to do that rhythmical tapping jig that they do on the keyboard. It is usually quite a task..getting my fingers to do that rhythmically tapping jig. And while they're doing that, most often than not, I'm usually hoping that, what's coming out of them will at least be vaguely readable. Since I have nothing in particular to bore you with today, I figured I'd resort to the ever reliable bullets to give you an idea of the random happenings in my life.

Disclaimer: Reader will probably die a fatal death of boredom during the course of this post. If indeed found dead, I am in no way responsible for the remnants of his/her body. His/her soul of course, is probably already on its way to haunt me.

• Last week I was in the car with my mother when she stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, I looked up from the label of the tissue box I was reading, only to catch a chicken cross the road. A chicken crossing a road. A CHICKEN CROSSING A ROAD!!

• Google reader happens to be my new best friend. I found her in November, and I've held her hand while walking around school everyday. Literally. Seriously, this tiny blurb does her absolutely no justice, she deserves a post of her own, which hopefully will find its way here sometime in the near future, if I can get off my lazy ass, that is. Translation: School being the Internet for people who didn't get it.

• Writing an 80 page project report on your internship in the middle of nowhere sure can zap all the energy out of you. Wait a sec, I got that wrong, I actually meant, writing 2.00078 % of an 80 page project report on your internship in the middle of nowhere sure can zap all the energy out of you.

• Last night I accidentally fell asleep at 9 pm, but got up at approximately 2:30 am and proceeded to sit on the internet for the next hour and a half. I can't believe I'm this addicted. When did this happen?!

• I gave up the three C's for lent, chocolate, coke and chips. Thank God, easter's coming, there's a tub of chocolate ice cream in the freezer that's just waiting to be devoured.

• My middle name is procrastination. seriously, I began this post sometime Thursday night!!

• I own two sand filled animals, that are a couple of some of my most prized possessions. In addition to my insanity and my zero sense of humor, that is. Their names are Lizzie the Lizard and Fiona the Frog, and I keep them next to my computer monitor at home. They actually are a lizard and a frog, but I find that when you suffix a title to a name, it makes it sound a tad grander. Yes, I know that 'the lizard' and 'the frog' aren't exactly titles.

• Just so you know, I have no clue what I'm typing out. For someone who's never ever gotten drunk in her life, I sure do a good job of acting it. Just wanted to make sure that we were clear on that.
  

1:31 am

I found something hilarious while stumbling around the web today. I haven't posted anything from in the internet in a while, so I thought this would be apt. Not in a religious context on anything, because trust me I'm not religiously biased and I don't mean to hurt anyone's religious sentiments, but its just apt for this site, not completely but sorta. And by 'sorta', I mean only halfway apt....Oh god, maybe I should shut up and post the damn thing already!

I almost squealed when I first saw it, the squeal was then followed by my very distinct and not to mention loud, trademark motor laugh. Don't ask me how it sounds, because then I'd have to demonstrate it, and if I do that, then I sure as hell will be the next laughing stock of the blogworld, which would be pretty ironic because everyone will be laughing at my laugh!

Seriously, I really surprise myself with the amount of crap I manage to cram into a single post. You'd think that if I was so intent on sounding this stupid, I'd at least try to space the stupidity out between a few posts, but no, here I am, on a quest to make my idiocy known to the whole world, or rather just the people who read this blog, who come to think of it, do mean the whole world to me. So again, I wanna thank you guys for 'you know what', you'll are awesome, each and every single one of you. There'll be cupcakes in the mail for you'll. Well not in reality anyway, but in my mind. That counts for something, right?

woo hoo

Its at this juncture, where I wonder, how things most often than not, (TOUCH WOOD) go right for me! If I was jumping up and down and smiling so hard that I was afraid that my face was gonna crack, the last time, this time I'm completely beyond blown away..trust me..I've been blown away so far, that the world just look like a tiny blue spec to me! Like Phoebe's tattoo.
Should I just say thank you, or should I come find each your houses individually to give you a big hug?! I'm torn, I don't know what to do! If I could, I would bake each of you guys individual little cupcakes with your initials in chocolate sprinkles. But unfortunately, my paltry student allowance will not permit it.

Shit, look at me, I came here to give my Oscar-like acceptance speech but I find myself, rambling on, gibberish.

Anyway, thank you guys, from the bottom of my heart. This award is completely undeserving and I know it, but when good things happen to you, you can't help but embrace them, forget embracing them..I'm probably gonna hug this moment and hold on to it for all eternity.

19

The clock reads 1:53am and the date is the 5th of march, which coincidentally happens to the day I was born. Nineteen whole years ago.

I can't believe I'm on the threshold of adulthood. What's even more unbelievable is the fact that I just used the phrase 'threshold of adulthood'. Am I really getting that old?

The birthday feeling still hasn't set in as yet for some reason. I don't feel anything except a weird numbness, like its just another day, but somehow is different, just not in a very significant way. If the previous sentence sounded like crap to you, then it probably is. Like I said I'm so numb, I can't even fell the keys while typing this out, so it probably is just a load of rubbish.

I reread what I 'd just written, and they sound like the words of an emotionless cynic, which I am not, most of the time at least. I think the time of the day (or the night in this case) does that to you. So it isn't exactly my fault. That's my latest trick, by the way, blaming stuff on the time. Is it working?

If by now you're wondering why you're still here, reading the words of a psychotic 'almost adult', I don't blame you. But please, stay and wish me a Happy Birthday, I'm sure it'll make my day however cynical I may seem.

Pure joy

Back home after the two week stint in the middle of nowhere, and guess what the stork dropped off in my absence!

That's right..my precious new baby!!! With her durable body (which the lord knows, I need!) and her 160 GB hard disk, which has me grinning with glee and her NVIDIA 8600 Geforce 256 mb card (I think) and the 2 GB RAM and the Intel^® Core^TM 2 Duo Processor 2.0GHz. If you're a girl and you don't get all that, I don't blame you, I didn't know what that crap meant either until like a week before I placed my order. But if you're a guy and are unable to comprehend what I'm saying the, shame on you!

Enough of the never ending specifics, take a look at her.


I't she just gorgeous?! (I'm still undecided, if its a 'she' or a 'he', I tried out the 'he' but it didn't sound right, so its a 'she' for now.)

I kind of have a thing for red stuff...My bike is red and so is my iPod, so it was only natural that I went hunting around to find a red laptop. Anyway, must go, fill her up with some delicious software. A new baby does need her nourishment after all.

If you haven't figured it out by now, yes, I think I have gone slightly nuts. Don't worry, its a daily occurrence me, should hopefully pass in a couple of hours.

If you're reading (which, I hope you're not!) thank you Dadu!! ( Now please find that little red cross at the top right hand of the monitor and click it, NOW!...you too Ma!)

So much for being anonymous, huh..parents finding out about you're blog and all. But that's a whole other story, right now I gotta get back to something that's sitting there and looking all pretty. In fact, I can actually hear it call out to me...