Thursday 30 April 2009

Wednesday 29 April 2009

usual drool

I was rather childish in life drawing today. The paint squirting out of the tubes made an interesting noise and I had to hold in the laughter so hard. The room was deathly silent also which didn't help. Does that make sense? Should it be deadly silent? I prefer the word deathly to deadly. Deathly is slow, black, ominous and swallowing. Deadly is fast paced and out of the blue.

Oh btw this could be my last ever post because Swine Flu has entered Devon.

It's been nice knowing you all, thanks for reading and I hope that you enjoy the rest of your lives.

I'm off to watch the snooker now. All my faves are out so I have to root for someone different this year. I tend to pick snooker players on how they look as opposed to their style of play (O'Sullivan in exception). I don't like Stephen Hendry because he looks like he's been hit in the lip with a tranquiliser dart. Ryan Day's eyes are too dark and sullen. Neither of these players made the semi's though so I'm fine. Robertson has stupid hair. Murphy looks like Chucky from Child's Play. Allen is only 4 years older than me so I am insanely jealous of him. Higgins it is then. Good old Higgins. He looks like a fairly average guy. I can support him to the end. God I love snooker.

Monday 20 April 2009

Apocalypse now?

This coffee is disgusting. I think I may take a vow to only drink fresh coffee from now on and never drink this instant shit.



Goddd life has been hectic. My mind has been through so many states in the past 24hrs. From ecstasy and jubilation to frustration and despair. I don't want to call them mood swings because that makes me sound like a pregnant woman, but I guess that is essentially what they are. Perhaps it's something to do with the lunar calendar. Or maybe Venus is in the house of Jupiter. I have no idea what that means btw, I just think it sounds good.



I ran into St Ives today. From the bottom of my road in Carbis Bay, along the coast path, along the front, across the harbour and I made sure I touched the lighthouse before I stopped. I thought I was going to be sick at one point because it was only about an hour after breakfast, but I was OK. Go me.



Something made me laugh earlier. Someone posted this in the 'Introduction' section of a magazine in the Guardian. It's an advertisement of the arrival of the messiah from some obscure cult. Apparently people all over the world have noticed the appearance of a new star in the sky and it coincides with the coming of this Messiah who is called Maitreya. He's probably actually called something like Clive or Malcolm. Just like David Koresh, the leader of the Branch Davidians who held a siege on a building in Waco, Texas that subsequently ended up burning down and him dying. Therefore ruling him out as the real Messiah. The name David Koresh sounds lovely and Jewish and all Messiah-esque. Such a shame his real name was Vernon Wayne Howell.



Anyway, for anyone who feels persuaded by the fact that this appearance is 'stimulating debate' then here is the advert.




Convinced? I am. I'm almost ready for my belief to be tested.


Oh that was the darkest and sickest joke I've ever made. I am a hideous person.

Monday 6 April 2009

Phobias, got well soon AND celestial thoughts.

I found the list of phobias. Not A list, but the list. It 'makes for interesting reading' as people always say. http://www.phobialist.com/

Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words
Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia- Fear of the number 666
Medorthophobia- Fear of an erect penis
Papaphobia- Fear of the Pope

I used to have a mild case of Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. If someones number had 666 in it, I couldn't dial it. I noticed the number everywhere. I still do to a certain extent, but I don't get the feelings of anxiety when I spy it.

I think the ones I've chosen their can be justified. Decisions can be horrible and I for one have certainly shied away in the face of decision making. Long words can be daunting. Which brings about the question, why are dyslexia and illiterate such hard words to spell? Erect penis' ARE terrifying, let's face it. And what of the Pope? I hear you cry!? He is surely the picture of a loving grandfather, you say?! Observe the dark rings around his eyes, his gremlin-like appearance and a smile that can only be described as flithy.

http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Everyone%20Else/images/Pope-Benedict-at-his-election.jpg


I would now consider myself to have regained 100% health. (It wasn't glandular fever after all). I'm back off to fight in the trenches soon. But before then there is a foam party at Barn which sounds uber interesting.

What else is uber interesting is that there are 10 billion stars in the average galaxy. And all life as we know is linked by only one. I apologise if I'm seemingly more and more wacky as this blog continues, but I for one find it fascinating. I hope there is peaceful life out there. It would be rather nice to have an alien around for a cup of tea. x