Naked statues and whatnot.

I should currently be sleeping, as I have to get up super-early today... but instead here I am blogging about naked statues. I'm not even sure why I'm blogging about naked statues, but I felt an overwhelming urge to do so.

I love naked statues! They're so funny! I really need to grow out of my infantile sense of humour. I know that many naked statues are supposed to be tasteful and unhumourous, but they're still fucking hilarious! A few years ago in either France or Belgium, there was a statue of a naked bull (yes, I know- most bulls are naked) and it had HUGE testicles. I have a photograph of it somewhere. It's quite possibly one of the most amusing things I have ever seen! Most naked human statues have genitals that are either somewhat in proportion to their bodies or weirdly tiny...

If statues are allowed to be naked outside, why aren't we?! Surely the statues should be covered up too... =/

I took the photograph I put in this blog in an art gallery in Liverpool. There were quite a few naked statues there. I wonder why this angel dude (or whatever he is meant to be) is only clenching one butt cheek and not the other...

Away from the statues!

I'm now addicted to a stupid game on facebook with lots of circles and reactiony things. It's possibly the most pointless, boring game ever created and I'm quite ashamed to be addicted. Every time I close my eyes I see little balls bouncing around, hitting eachother and exploding into big circles. It's the tetris effect all over again... Although I'm not sure it's still called the tetris effect with games that aren't tetris... but I'll call it the tetris effect because I have absolutely no idea what the game I'm addicted to is actually called!

I think I might be getting heartburn again (oh, the joys of pregnancy!). I'm not entirely sure that's what it is though. I'm kind of hoping it is heartburn, so I can use my gaviscon. I got it like a week ago after getting heartburn and never got it again (until perhaps now). I've always been curious about the feeling the woman refers to in the 'What a feeeeelliiinnngggg' gaviscon adverts. I can't wait to find out... Although I can wait for the heartburn to get bad enough for me to consider using the gaviscon. Heartburn is horrible.

Hoobletoodledoooo! =D

QWERTY FTW

I officially have no life. I am sitting on the sofa watching a shite film and playing QWERTY warriors. I'm getting rather good. I got the highest score today! Woo! Go me! <-- See! I love that game! Incidentally, I just lost the game.

The grandmother didn't tape Casualty for me last night, so I'm going to have to watch it on iplayer, which I'm not too pleased about because I absolutely despise iplayer! Meep. At least it means I still get to see it... I'd hate to be Casualty deprived!

I bought a stylophone on ebay. I can't wait for it to arrive. Stylophones seem rather cool! I'm considering buying a ukulele tomorrow. A blue (or possibly pink) ukulele... because I'm super-cool! *puts on a pair of shades to prove the point* Might buy a violin instead though... but everyone seems to play the violin (although I don't blame them because violins sound beautiful).
The thing is, I want to buy all these instruments and become a street performer of sorts (whilst doing a-levels because I'm sensible) but what I really need to spend my money on is a new camera. My 10 megapixel one got sand in it and broke. =[

I really want to become a street performer though. Being some sort of mime would be hoobacious! There was this dude in Manchester last week, I didn't get a proper look at him but he was on stilts, wearing this super long robe thing and it looked exceedingly creepy in an OHMYGODISOFUCKINGWANTTOBETHATGUY kind of way.

I'm getting people to call me Stan... or stanley. Originally Stan stood for 'smiles thanks and nibbles'. (something about hoobycookies in an msn conversation lol).

Last night me and the dyl were sitting on the top of Bangor mountain and Bangor looked huge in a tiny kind of way. It was beautiful... I was a tad inebriated at the time, but still, It was awesome! I felt like a giant. The world is beautiful, but the people in it are scum.

Anyways, I must dash! Need to watch Casualty on iplayer. Hoobletoodledoo!

...

=[ My middle finger and my pointy finger hurt. I just jammed them in the door. Twas rather painful.

I had this idea. I'd fix things by going out on a meaningless, pointless mission to do something or have some sort of revelation. So I got out my night vision goggles (because, well, what mission is complete without them?!), put on a plain black top and a black bandanna (so I blend in more with the darkness) and I was ready to leave. I then had a sudden realization that it was pointless to go on a mission with no actual purpose, so I sat down, utterly bewildered at my own stupidity.
I am now sitting on the sofa pondering. It's sunday night/monday morning so nowhere will be open. Shame really. I seem to have ran out of cigarettes.

Today has been bizarre. I think I managed to vaguely quit the game and replace it with the game of life. Funny how those two games are so similar. Although it could be argued that the game in question shouldn't really be counted as a game, just an oddity I somehow managed to sub-consciously create. Shit. I just lost the game because I'm writing about two games... now three! ... Confused? I don't blame you!

(about 5 hours later)

I'm watching my Die Hard dvd. Although I'm a girl, I want to be John McClane. I do not find him attractive. He is just a pure fucking legend. Yippee ki-yay motherfucker!

The one thing that really bugs me about Die Hard is Alan Rickmans accent in it. Alan Rickman usually talks really awesomely (especially in Harry Potter and Sweeney Todd) but in this it's ridiculous. He's still a legend though. Although in Die Hard nobody beats McClane!

Meep.