Defrosted Walruseseseses.....
What watches do when not on your wrist: Sit where you left them, ticking away.
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Told you it was short!
Now, in the comments of the last post I said that I'd put up more pics... But I don't want to scare too many people away, so you'll just have to wait and hope (or dread) that I put some up at a later time, or give you the site link to the place these lifelike pictures are made.
Life has been unsurprisingly dull. Not only do I not have school anymore, but I now work where I used to go to school, so as I walk past Allen House peole go "Why is he still here?" and at lunch I get a heap of strange looks... Not fun. At the moment I have a cold, or hay-fever or something, but whatever it is it's driving me insane! Today, in the uniform shop at school, I sorted the filling system (alphabetically! they hadn't done it!) and sorted out the coat-hangers... Very Important (not). They are just giving me odd-end jobs until they can do the orientation thingy on Monday, and I have two shifts more until then (sux to be me). What did you all (yess, all three of you who look at this blog, you know who you are even if I don't!) think of the 'alternative' Harry Potter I posted in my last blog thingy...? I really liked it, all 15 chapters. But meh, to each their own I guess... I'm pretty sure I'm bored and feel like crap, or else I wouldn't be writing all this and wasting the valuable internet space that is here....
Movie Updates: I've now seen... SawII, Pride and Pre-something(can't spell)-ice, Corpse Bride and Doom. I still haven't seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which is annoying! But what can you do when the whole world seems to be against you? Destroy it? Possibly, but then what do you do, when there are no more movies? It kinda misses the point somewhat, like this blog does. This is "supposedly" me, in my life, talking about stuff that I feel like talking about. But I don't really talk about ME, or what i FEEL, and I don't think anyone really does. We just show shadows of ourselves here. And rightly so, for who wants to have someone on the net know the intimacies of our lives? Even our friends and family do not get to hear our secrets, those ones that occasionally creep into your head after a few drinks at home by yourself... the stuff you don't even whisper in your dreams it's locked away so tight.......
Sorry, that was kinda rambling and depressing, but I made a promise that once I'd written something on this that unless it was spelt wrong I wouldn't get rid of it, so nyah!
Slightly sobering thought there... I feel like a bit of icecream... Not like I AM the icecream, but that I'd like some, to eat... Well, I'm to tired to think coherently, so goodnight all, look foreward to the new pics! and wait until next time....
Next Time: Edna and Chandy, and why there is a picture of a Goat on my wall.