Veni, Vidi, Dormivi - I came, I saw, I slept.Okay, so as some of you may have noticed this blog is probably a little unorthodox, considering its title is in Latin and I’ll probably dedicate large paragraphs of my blog entries to various books I've recently read and harp on about their authors until you’re sick of the concept of writers and their work in general. And then I shall probably still forge ahead on my epic conquest to bore you completely and utterly, ignoring all frantic pleas and death threats. Consider yourself forewarned.
In case you haven’t gathered from the first paragraph I have flair from the dramatics, a love for blowing things out of proportion or making-a-gigantic-mountain-out-of-a-tiny-molehill. Ah, yes, the delights of over-exaggerating, something all of us indulge in once in a while. This blog will also make various references to History and its many trappings - prepare yourself, mentally, for a long ramble on Hitler and Stalin at the very least.
Are you still reading this? Congratulations, you have remarkable willpower – hang in there; see that little ‘X’ button on the top of the screen? The one you were so tempted to press at the first mention of a historical entry? Try to resist, although the matter may itself be boring I shall attempt (note the keyword) to add a measurable amount of humour. So whether you laugh with me or my failure of wit at least you will do just that – laugh. Ah, yes, laughter is the best medicine. I told one of my friends that, she’s so hyped up about this entire swine flu lark she’s been in a frantic state of anxiety and has been calling me up every other hour in order to check my condition and if I’ve developed any of the symptoms. God forbid I should sneeze or feel the need to cough once in a while, oh yes that certainly warrants almost having a panic attack and rushing off to call a doctor... or an emergency ambulance.
So yes, she’s been driving me crazy with her constant calls; well she stopped once I told her you can transmit certain viruses across the phone. Sheesh, talk about gullible. I went to take a look at the new Landmark yesterday and was sorely disappointed; they had a whole section dedicated solely to all those Twilight books. If I hear ‘Edward Cullen’ and ‘incredibly gorgeous’ in the same sentence once more, I’ll probably show rather murderously violent tendencies towards the speaker. I could rant on and on about that, but in the interest of appearing somewhat sane I shall now switch the topic.
I’m watching Foyle’s war now, it’s very good and I always did love an excellent mystery. They say my accent sounds weird, but they should get a load of the character Sam’s. I was forced to endure the horrors of mathematics today; my mum was on a warpath. Escaped out with some friends this morning but that refuge could only last so long...
Oh and three of my stories got nominated for the SKOW round eight awards (fictionpress, mibba and quizilla):
In case you haven’t gathered from the first paragraph I have flair from the dramatics, a love for blowing things out of proportion or making-a-gigantic-mountain-out-of-a-tiny-molehill. Ah, yes, the delights of over-exaggerating, something all of us indulge in once in a while. This blog will also make various references to History and its many trappings - prepare yourself, mentally, for a long ramble on Hitler and Stalin at the very least.
Are you still reading this? Congratulations, you have remarkable willpower – hang in there; see that little ‘X’ button on the top of the screen? The one you were so tempted to press at the first mention of a historical entry? Try to resist, although the matter may itself be boring I shall attempt (note the keyword) to add a measurable amount of humour. So whether you laugh with me or my failure of wit at least you will do just that – laugh. Ah, yes, laughter is the best medicine. I told one of my friends that, she’s so hyped up about this entire swine flu lark she’s been in a frantic state of anxiety and has been calling me up every other hour in order to check my condition and if I’ve developed any of the symptoms. God forbid I should sneeze or feel the need to cough once in a while, oh yes that certainly warrants almost having a panic attack and rushing off to call a doctor... or an emergency ambulance.
So yes, she’s been driving me crazy with her constant calls; well she stopped once I told her you can transmit certain viruses across the phone. Sheesh, talk about gullible. I went to take a look at the new Landmark yesterday and was sorely disappointed; they had a whole section dedicated solely to all those Twilight books. If I hear ‘Edward Cullen’ and ‘incredibly gorgeous’ in the same sentence once more, I’ll probably show rather murderously violent tendencies towards the speaker. I could rant on and on about that, but in the interest of appearing somewhat sane I shall now switch the topic.
I’m watching Foyle’s war now, it’s very good and I always did love an excellent mystery. They say my accent sounds weird, but they should get a load of the character Sam’s. I was forced to endure the horrors of mathematics today; my mum was on a warpath. Escaped out with some friends this morning but that refuge could only last so long...
Oh and three of my stories got nominated for the SKOW round eight awards (fictionpress, mibba and quizilla):
So, I'll let you know how that goes - the results are out tomorrow! Anyway, I think this has gone on long enough and I need to skedaddle.
In the wonderful words of the Warner Brother’s classic cartoon ending; that’s all folks!
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