Zennor Road

I went for a drive with Laura today. The Zennor road was the first road I ever drove on and is still the best road I've ever driven. Especially in the dying light of a summers evening where the hazy sky hanging over the distant horizon is a marmalade orange hue.

I've been getting sloppy with blog entries. They have become less frequent. And when they have emerged, very often they are rather unimaginative.

Now if you will excuse me, I'm off to start Season 4 of The Wire.

oh dear oh dear oh dear

My whole family erupted into childish giggles when Mum's sticky toffee pudding arrived at her table in the restaurant this evening. We were all thinking the same thing. It looked like a giant turd. It didn't help the fact the toffee sauce that surrounded the mound was a stained yellow colour. I couldn't help myself, and found myself spouting any filthy joke that came to mind. At one point I did go 'It looks like Horse turd!' rather loudly and I think some people heard. Oh dear, oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

I am going to Portugal with Laura and her family for 3 weeks. Life is goooooood.

My writing has become so disjointed of late. It no longer flows. Well... That is me assuming that it once did. Perhaps an arrogant viewpoint to take. But then again, where did modesty get anyone? I shall have to tend to this ailment and get my writing back up to scratch. Apologies to my English teachers at school wot got me too rite good engerlish.

bored

I've totally lost the will to keep this blog up. I don't even know if anyone reads it.

Erm... so yeah.

What's happened since the last post?

Exams... Gordon nearly went... BNP got into European Parliament... and Susan Boyle went skitz.

I am in the process of painting my room. Wikid.

Love, Hate, Think, Believe, Feel, Wish

If you visit ANY website today, visit this one.



It scrolls updated tweats that have been posted from around the world containing the words love, hate, think, believe, feel and wish.

I can't tell you how awesome this site is. Just go on it.

http://twistori.com/

Twitpocalypse.

Apparently, in similar fashion to the supposed Millenium Bug, when this counter of twitter tweets reaches a certain number, Twitter-as-we-know-it will destroy itself. Perhaps not as gloriously as that suggests, but it will break.

Of course this could be, like the Millenium Bug, a load of hot air.

The twitpocalypse site explains.

Blogger is being a reet knob'ed and wont let me paste the link. You're going to have to paste this in your browser I'm afraid.

http://www.twitpocalypse.com/
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http://www.twitpocalypse.com/

Lady Gaga - Poker Face (Acoustic)

I'd rather be picking daisies.

First History of Art exam today. It went well. I wrote fluidly and eloquently, I am quite pleased to say. I opened the paper, flicked through the images and just went 'Shit.' but as soon as I got the ball rolling I managed to find quite a bit to say. Rodin's Balzac was the most recognisable piece of the bunch, however out of the three, I found this the hardest to write about. I think it's because it was sculpture and I'm pretty poor when it comes to sculpture if it isn't Neo-Classical or Italian Futurist.

I came home and went to the cemetary. I sat under the tree next to Dad's spot and I read for a while. Came across some brilliant Wordsworth poems I had never spied in the old book before. I must have been there for an hour. I left with a new found apprieciation for daisies. Unfortunately I found that because there was a service being held in the Chapel my car had been blocked in so I had to walk home. I then went to pick it up later after walking Laura home.

I also heard today that my AS art exam piece is being exhibited in the Truro College show in the Lemon Quay Market gallery. I had no idea until a friend text me today and told me the work is up. I am overjoyed. My first exhibited work! Haha. I am a genuine bona-fide artist.