Because sisterly love is not dead...

I am posting this for my sister, as she is my most loyal, and strangest fan. Or atleast she might be, there may be stranger people reading this right now like "eyy, thats not fair, you should put it to a vote..i'm stranger than her!"..or something like that.

Not much has happened in my amazingly exciting (note the sarcasm) life today, except possibly my relatively noticable change in hair colour. It now more resembles a night light than hair. Picture a piece of white paper, laying comfortably atop a yellow canary which is hovering lightly over fire, and you have a good insight of what my hair currently looks like, only slightly more metaphorical and stuff. 

Also, it has very recently come to my attention that my best friend is attracting a ridiculous amount of strange men, which is both amusing and disturbing to me. Therefore: 

Dear strange men of the earth, 

If you are walking past a girl you find attractive, while walking over, starting a conversation and demanding her phone number may seem like a good way to go, admiring her from afar and not walking over and starting both a conversation and her brains urges for her to run away screaming is also acceptable. It also kills the possibility of a restraining order. And i've heard those are not nice. Not that i'd know, I usually go completely un-noticed when I do my stalking. (That, my friends, was a joke. if you see me hiding in a bush or behind a bin, or anywhere else for that matter, whether I have a camera, binoculars, a net or any other strange utensil or not, there's a 99.9% chance i'm not stalking you. Or anyone else. I feel I must include this for legal reasons.)

My brain has now lost its ability to think up witty things, though I feel it may not have had this ability to start with.

Adios :)

Boredom is boring.

Hola, world.
It has come to my attention that sundays are boring. I found this out 'cause it's sunday, and i'm bored. As I am most sundays..yay.
I have no idea what to write, but I feel like typing words. Words are good. I like them.
I think people who know me well may appreciate me putting my words down online, it saves them having to listen to them. Their eardrums are probably thanking blogs for existing as I type.
I love music. I actually think I love music more than people most of the time. Music's easy to understand, rarely leaves you feeling extremely confused, and doesn't complain if you interpret it the 'wrong' way. It's also there when you need it to be, no explaining, no questioning, just waiting for you to get completely lost in. I love that.
Tomorrow may be a more interesting, and slightly less philisophical (yeah, right) blog day. Hopefully. I'm guessing it's unlikely to be more boring. Thumb twiddling and sleep are only good for so long. Like metaphors, they're good 'til they're not. It's like, metaphor, mnetaphor, metaphor, boom! confusion.

This is enough waffle for one day, my poor little brain can't think of much more to say. Not stuff you'd want to read anyway. Probably.

au revoirr :)

Possible proof I was dropped on my head as a child. Often.

Sometimes, my left foot hates me. This is highlighted by it's ability to go from dry to soaking in several steps. I think it may be a ninja foot, skilled in the art of making me feel like i'm squelching along bare footed. Perhaps next time I should, this would save me lots of money, and effort. Shoes are annoying.

Magpies are also annoying, they make me nervous when they wander around alone, like they're just waiting to swoop down and bring you bad luck. If you believe in all that jazz, which I do.

Lone magpies and soggy feet are not a good way to start your day, toast would've been much more appreciated. I like toast. I don't like having twenty minutes of chaos first thing in the morning. Work, this is what you reduce me to.

To sum up: soggy feet: bad. Solo magpies sitting on your gate aparently mocking you: bad. Your best friend and her mother finding your ability to cause chaos wherever you go amusing: priceless. Or something like that.

:) 

Hi :)

It has recently come to my attention that the things that happen to me tend to be comical. I also apparently have a way with words. This knowledge has led me to joining the world of blogging. Partly because I just might be good at it, vastly because I very rarely have anything better to do. I only have a life sometimes. 

If you lurk on my blogs you're likely to find: 

Topicless waffle, usually complete with long words that made sense in my head

Jokes that may be funny. Sometimes.

Things i've written that I feel like sharing with the world. 

The sort of genius that would've gotten me sorted into ravenclaw, had I been born into the world of Harry Potter (this is possibly a slight exaggeration). I wish I had been born into the world of Harry Potter. I've been known to attempt to accio things. Frequently. Gods, if you're reading this, please grant me the ability to accio things. It'd make being lazy so much easier. 

I'm going to stop typing now, because it's unlikely many people have the attention span to read so much waffle without wanting to give up and find something more interesting to do. If you suceeded in making it this far, congrats! Your brain span is outstanding. 

:)