Spring has sprung... apparently.
Well I have to say, whoever decided to make today cloudy and dull and shitty deserves a right knock about the head. It's supposed to be the beginning of Spring, a symbol of new life, new hope, optimism and love. Hard to feel optimistic though when you can't see the sky, and it's too cold to enjoy a nice walk. Still, I suppose I shouldn't complain. The sunny days will come soon enough, and when they do, I'm sure it won't be long before I'll be begging the gods to bring Winter back. I'm forever dissatisfied!
Keeping me in high spirits are a team of hard-working specialists including but not limited to:
- Randall Munroe, of XKCD, whose comics make me laugh and think at the same time. Even when they're about calculus and I don't understand them.
- My pretty clothes. I WILL post some pictures of this outfit soon, my camera is just charging up! I know it's such a girly thing to say, but wearing nice clothes makes me feel great. And when I wear clothes like these, I feel like I'm less human and more fictional character. My English Literature teacher in year 12 told me I looked like I'd just jumped out of a wonderfully illustrated book. I like to think I can conjure up that image from time to time... even if some people just think I look weird :P
- COSMOS magazine. Borrowed a bunch of them from the library yesterday and am having a ball reading through them. Feel like a total nerd, but hey, it's not like I ever denied it! There are some amazing articles in those magazines, though I must point out my science-magazine-pet-hate: they talk themselves up so much it's surprising they're still here on Earth. The latest exaggerated claim I read was something along the lines of, "Tasmanian Tiger Brought Back To Life" - which turned out to be, upon deeper reading, a short article explaining how DNA from a Tassie Tiger specimen had been used to grow back a fragment of mouse DNA. Or some such bollocks. Don't get my hopes up like that guys!
- The lady at the bakery. I don't know your name, and you don't know mine, but that doesn't matter, we have lovely conversations every time I buy your bread. It cheers me up, just like a baker should.
I could go on... but I won't bore all my multitudes of readers.
Lol I can hardly even joke about that, I wish some more people would read my boring blog. I'm an attention whore and I'm feeling neglected.
Keeping me in high spirits are a team of hard-working specialists including but not limited to:
- Randall Munroe, of XKCD, whose comics make me laugh and think at the same time. Even when they're about calculus and I don't understand them.
- My pretty clothes. I WILL post some pictures of this outfit soon, my camera is just charging up! I know it's such a girly thing to say, but wearing nice clothes makes me feel great. And when I wear clothes like these, I feel like I'm less human and more fictional character. My English Literature teacher in year 12 told me I looked like I'd just jumped out of a wonderfully illustrated book. I like to think I can conjure up that image from time to time... even if some people just think I look weird :P
- COSMOS magazine. Borrowed a bunch of them from the library yesterday and am having a ball reading through them. Feel like a total nerd, but hey, it's not like I ever denied it! There are some amazing articles in those magazines, though I must point out my science-magazine-pet-hate: they talk themselves up so much it's surprising they're still here on Earth. The latest exaggerated claim I read was something along the lines of, "Tasmanian Tiger Brought Back To Life" - which turned out to be, upon deeper reading, a short article explaining how DNA from a Tassie Tiger specimen had been used to grow back a fragment of mouse DNA. Or some such bollocks. Don't get my hopes up like that guys!
- The lady at the bakery. I don't know your name, and you don't know mine, but that doesn't matter, we have lovely conversations every time I buy your bread. It cheers me up, just like a baker should.
I could go on... but I won't bore all my multitudes of readers.
Lol I can hardly even joke about that, I wish some more people would read my boring blog. I'm an attention whore and I'm feeling neglected.