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*is bored* I have now cleaned every piece of brass inside the house. I am now working on the bits outside of the house. These are more difficult because I can't leave them over night - because the door knocker is needed! *yawn* This is my third update in one day, which I think is a tad obsessive, or excessive, or something else ending in 'essive' but I feel the need to post anyway. Partly because I'm bored (as I've already said) and partly because my father is currently watching Tarrant On TV - Japan Special, which is basically a huge gross out for half an hour. I'm not enjoying most of it - mainly because at the moment a mother is forcing a 10-yr-old girl to cry in front of an audience to win a contest, and that includes telling her that she's just boiled her bunny.
I said some very amusing things today, but I can't quite remember them so you'll have to just amuse yourself for a couple of minutes while I come up with some decent anecdotes, or something.
I went shopping with my father and on our way to Sainsbury's in the car we were discussing the situation in New Orleans (much love to anyone in that area, or anyone who knows anyone in that area, or has been in anyway affected, it's a very scary thing to have happened). The news reader on capitalFM (yes, I listen, what of it?) said something along the lines of "The mayor of New Orleans has said that it will be possible to rebuild, but it might take many years." We were discussing this, and my dad said that of course it'd take a while, there'd be a large amount of money involved in the building of an entire city. I agreed, because I'm not entirely sure who would have assumed that they'd be able to claim the destruction of a city on the insurance. In fact I'm pretty sure that there isn't an insurance company that would actually insure a city!
In other news I hate moths. We have just had the behemoth of moths in the dining room. It was dive bombing our heads and flying around, it was like the first scout for the aerial attack squadron or something. Really rather scary. It's gone now. It was defeated by the sideboard. It hit the wall and fell down the gap, and there it will lie for eternity, or until I decide to hoover down the back of the furniture. Which probably won't happen for an eternity so we're all safe. Oooh, maybe it'll come back as a zombie moth. Then I can kill it properly without feeling guilty. Um, yes I didn't actually just start talking about Zombie moths, honest. I don't do that sort of thing!
While we were shopping today I saw a ten/eleven year old girl with her father, doing what looked like their weekly shopping. It was strange, it was like looking back ten years and going, what would we have looked like if my parents had been dark rather than a blonde and a brunette. I don't know what situation they were in, so that the daughter was shopping with her father, without the mother, but it was so strangely like our situation back when I was ten that I felt really weird. It really brought it home how much I love my dad, and no matter how little I like the situation I am in at the moment, I probably won't be leaving home until he's gone. That saddens me slightly because it limits my options, but I think I'll be ok.
x_tn has just asked me "Who would play me in the movie of your life?" And I said I didn't know because I don't know who would be playing me, so why would I know who would be playing him. I have since revised that to saying he'd be played by David Schwimmer, and he's said that he might get Angelina Jolie to play me in his movie, so I was wondering, who would you like to play you in your movie, who would you get to play me - if in fact I make it into a movie of your life - and who should play me in my movie. *wonders*
I wouldn't mind Angelina Jolie playing me, but I think she might be a bit *too* attractive to play me! x_tn also suggested Calista Flockhart, which I shot down because I think she is a terrible actress and role model, and if he ever dares to suggest she is like me again, he might find himself seriously damaged. Or with a horse's head on his pillow. Or maybe a dead hamster. Something anyway.
Thats it. Nighty night guys and dolls.
I said some very amusing things today, but I can't quite remember them so you'll have to just amuse yourself for a couple of minutes while I come up with some decent anecdotes, or something.
I went shopping with my father and on our way to Sainsbury's in the car we were discussing the situation in New Orleans (much love to anyone in that area, or anyone who knows anyone in that area, or has been in anyway affected, it's a very scary thing to have happened). The news reader on capitalFM (yes, I listen, what of it?) said something along the lines of "The mayor of New Orleans has said that it will be possible to rebuild, but it might take many years." We were discussing this, and my dad said that of course it'd take a while, there'd be a large amount of money involved in the building of an entire city. I agreed, because I'm not entirely sure who would have assumed that they'd be able to claim the destruction of a city on the insurance. In fact I'm pretty sure that there isn't an insurance company that would actually insure a city!
In other news I hate moths. We have just had the behemoth of moths in the dining room. It was dive bombing our heads and flying around, it was like the first scout for the aerial attack squadron or something. Really rather scary. It's gone now. It was defeated by the sideboard. It hit the wall and fell down the gap, and there it will lie for eternity, or until I decide to hoover down the back of the furniture. Which probably won't happen for an eternity so we're all safe. Oooh, maybe it'll come back as a zombie moth. Then I can kill it properly without feeling guilty. Um, yes I didn't actually just start talking about Zombie moths, honest. I don't do that sort of thing!
While we were shopping today I saw a ten/eleven year old girl with her father, doing what looked like their weekly shopping. It was strange, it was like looking back ten years and going, what would we have looked like if my parents had been dark rather than a blonde and a brunette. I don't know what situation they were in, so that the daughter was shopping with her father, without the mother, but it was so strangely like our situation back when I was ten that I felt really weird. It really brought it home how much I love my dad, and no matter how little I like the situation I am in at the moment, I probably won't be leaving home until he's gone. That saddens me slightly because it limits my options, but I think I'll be ok.
x_tn has just asked me "Who would play me in the movie of your life?" And I said I didn't know because I don't know who would be playing me, so why would I know who would be playing him. I have since revised that to saying he'd be played by David Schwimmer, and he's said that he might get Angelina Jolie to play me in his movie, so I was wondering, who would you like to play you in your movie, who would you get to play me - if in fact I make it into a movie of your life - and who should play me in my movie. *wonders*
I wouldn't mind Angelina Jolie playing me, but I think she might be a bit *too* attractive to play me! x_tn also suggested Calista Flockhart, which I shot down because I think she is a terrible actress and role model, and if he ever dares to suggest she is like me again, he might find himself seriously damaged. Or with a horse's head on his pillow. Or maybe a dead hamster. Something anyway.
Thats it. Nighty night guys and dolls.