A (rather pointless) list of things I love right now... Not including the stuff I alwas love like Isaac, my pets, The Hoobs, Star Trek, Morrissey etc.
1. The fact that spiderman sketti shapes are one of your 5 a day.
2. The gruffalo.
3. Malteasers.
4. Strawberry spock-shakes. (Strawberry milkshake made in a spock glass)
5. Dragonage: Origins... Actually, sexbox in general.
6. Not being hungover.
7. Spraying spray cream into my mouth.
8. Swimming (with special thanks to my rash vest).
9. Poundland.
10. Bollocks. I can't think of any more.
Recent news:
Ike was beatboxing last night. It was hilarious. He's getting really grown up. He understands pretty much everything you say to him. Oh, and he's saying loads of words now. I've taken him swimming (which I've just rediscovered after 8 years) twice in the last couple of weeks and he absolutely hated it both times. He cried the entire time... I guess he'll get used to it though.
Swimming is amazing. I'm so happy I found a solution to my whole lack of being able to go swimming problem. I'm a bit pissed off now though because I have a stupid fucking period and all I wanna do is go swimming... but I can't because of that. Yeah, I could use a tampon, but even that seems effing gross in a swimming pool. =[
And OMFG I went to asda today and I bought sanitry towels without getting someone else to go for them for the first time ever! XD I feel like a proper grown up.
Erm yeah... away from swimming and periods and swimming and periods.
I don't think I've blogged about this, but my little Morrissey died the other week. He's now buried in the garden. I miss him loads. He was like my best friend. =[
Anyhow... I'm gonna go get Ike ready for bed now. HoobletoodledooO!
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Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Friday, 4 December 2009
Deadrelativesblog.
I actually had a conversation with my grandfather earlier. Usually we don't speak to eachother unless we are arguing. We did argue a little bit, but only about what fifteen plus eighteen equals... It's thirty-three, right? Please say it is... I hate being wrong! I don't think I've ever spoken to him for more than about a minute (apart from when I was really little). It was actually quite interesting. I learnt a lot of random facts about dead family members and family people I've never met.
Apparently I had a great, great aunt Fanny. She died wayyy before I was born, but I found this fact hilarious. Ooohh, maybe she was reincarnated as my fish, Fanny. *ponders* I think I'll ask Fanny about it... I wonder whether or not she'll answer... I bet she will. I just wont be able to hear her because she lives in the water so her voice will be all muffled and fish-like.
My grandfather's uncle died because of a cup of tea... Well, not directly because of a cup of tea (it was more because of heavy, victorian furniture and his father being lazy), but if this cup of tea hadn't existed, he wouldn't have died when he did. Death by panad... What a way to die! I think my granfather's father (the tea drinker) was ever so slightly guilty of manslaughter.
I found out that many of my relatives kept bees. I don't know why that interested me, I just thought it was quite random and interesting.
His brother (who either used to keep bees or still keeps bees) has a glass eye. Apparently, he didn't even know he was blind in one eye until some army doctory dude told him when he was going to do national service or whatever... It amazes me how someone couldn't know they were like 50% blind! I haven't seen him since I was about six and I don't remember him at all... but for some reason I have a memory of a dude with a glass eye that I thought was another one of his brothers (who died a couple of years ago) who I have met quite a few times. He apparently had almost perfect vision... So I'm all confused because I think a memory that isn't even a memory because I don't remember it has got all muddled up with a proper memory. Heh, I think I'm sort of making sense! :P
I think I might have offended him a little when I compared his mother and father's relationship with if I was to go out with a three year old or a thirty-three year old. I was all like 'dude... that is sick and paedoey'. He seemed more amused than offended though... I think... I'm not very good at reading people. I hope he was more amused than offended. I was joking... Kind of.
Heh, yeahh... This blog post is probably very boring to people who aren't related to me, but I found all this stuff interesting and had to blog about it, so sorry if I have bored you to death! XD
Apparently I had a great, great aunt Fanny. She died wayyy before I was born, but I found this fact hilarious. Ooohh, maybe she was reincarnated as my fish, Fanny. *ponders* I think I'll ask Fanny about it... I wonder whether or not she'll answer... I bet she will. I just wont be able to hear her because she lives in the water so her voice will be all muffled and fish-like.
My grandfather's uncle died because of a cup of tea... Well, not directly because of a cup of tea (it was more because of heavy, victorian furniture and his father being lazy), but if this cup of tea hadn't existed, he wouldn't have died when he did. Death by panad... What a way to die! I think my granfather's father (the tea drinker) was ever so slightly guilty of manslaughter.
I found out that many of my relatives kept bees. I don't know why that interested me, I just thought it was quite random and interesting.
His brother (who either used to keep bees or still keeps bees) has a glass eye. Apparently, he didn't even know he was blind in one eye until some army doctory dude told him when he was going to do national service or whatever... It amazes me how someone couldn't know they were like 50% blind! I haven't seen him since I was about six and I don't remember him at all... but for some reason I have a memory of a dude with a glass eye that I thought was another one of his brothers (who died a couple of years ago) who I have met quite a few times. He apparently had almost perfect vision... So I'm all confused because I think a memory that isn't even a memory because I don't remember it has got all muddled up with a proper memory. Heh, I think I'm sort of making sense! :P
I think I might have offended him a little when I compared his mother and father's relationship with if I was to go out with a three year old or a thirty-three year old. I was all like 'dude... that is sick and paedoey'. He seemed more amused than offended though... I think... I'm not very good at reading people. I hope he was more amused than offended. I was joking... Kind of.
Heh, yeahh... This blog post is probably very boring to people who aren't related to me, but I found all this stuff interesting and had to blog about it, so sorry if I have bored you to death! XD
Saturday, 30 August 2008
phmtygod
I'm drubnk.
BUt. meep. this doesnt make this less real.
Went for a waalk in the graveyard. Sat down. Felt presence. He put his arm round me. It wasn't evrn scary. Just sad. Veyr sad.
If I looked direct;y st him I COUL dnt see him, but i xould see him in my peripheral bvisipn. He had short brown haitr swept to one side and somehow I knew he died between 1935 and 1945. MY B35ts are on yhe second world war. He was between 20 nD 35 years old. He was sad. He was lonely. Hw W as sitting rihyt next to me. I', not being weitfd. this acrually happended a nd i t wasd real.
I soudn silly wo im going to srop writing.
BUt. meep. this doesnt make this less real.
Went for a waalk in the graveyard. Sat down. Felt presence. He put his arm round me. It wasn't evrn scary. Just sad. Veyr sad.
If I looked direct;y st him I COUL dnt see him, but i xould see him in my peripheral bvisipn. He had short brown haitr swept to one side and somehow I knew he died between 1935 and 1945. MY B35ts are on yhe second world war. He was between 20 nD 35 years old. He was sad. He was lonely. Hw W as sitting rihyt next to me. I', not being weitfd. this acrually happended a nd i t wasd real.
I soudn silly wo im going to srop writing.
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