detritus in my head

by bezzle

my holiday plan (updated):

– try and get the guts to find a job for work experience

– slow down my inevitable demise into couch potato

[i love the word potato.  it looks especially funny when you type it in this draft font – times new roman]

i was on the computer this morning and was going to rage about something, then i forgot what.  well, here it is.  it isn’t very ragey, though.

dear those two people with two netlog account usernames, one describing your beauty in a very positive light and the other one with inappropriate connotations,

i would really appreciate it if you deigned to do me the simple courtesy of changing your settings of your netlog account so that i do not receive ‘updates’ about how both your profiles received grand totals of one view each during the past 30 days and how you have made ‘friends’ via other ‘friends’.  it might have occurred to you as you deleted your email account that the next person using it might have to deal with these totally unnecessary junk emails.  sure, it’s only junk and not spam, but it’s the thought behind the gesture that counts. 


thank you,


so that stuff was yesterday.  today, went to the pool party late-ish because mum had to stop off at the motor registry.  people playing halo, barbecue, the usual portions of sausages, kebabs and chicken drumsticks, water balloons!, etc.  then changed to go into the water and i have found out three things:

– when i go into the sun too long, my skin looks like i poured dirt into tanning lotion and put it on

– you can get a tan through a rash shirt

– swimming pools can be very dangerous


Happy Birthday Kevin!

am feeling very chilled and mellow right now.

however, i am also capped, so sorry maggie, cannot youtube mychonny.

i was re-reading eldest yesterday, and i feel compelled to quote what i found the funniest part of an unfunny book (not that’s necessarily a bad thing.  humour wouldn’t suit the story.)

‘”But who, or what do you worship?”


“You worship the concept of nothing?”

“No, Eragon.  We do not worship at all.”‘

edit: i am currently annoyed at the largeness of my feet and my uncoordination right now.  just banged my toes on the stairs (granted, i was skipping stairs.  but i normally never misjudge.) and i have tripped over my own feet/shoes countless times.  i also have a tendency to hit my shoulders into doorframes and those stupid bits of wall that stick out.