Vescere bracis meis - Eat my shorts.

Judging by the reviews I received from my last entry, which mainly consisted of something along the lines of “what are you on woman?” and “wait, I’ll tell you in a second, my head’s still spinning,” my blog has turned out to be a little unexpected or, as I ever-so-tactfully put it last time, pretty unorthodox for a regular teenager's blog. Some reviews were very complimentary though, albeit most of them were put forth by people who are used my astounding ability to rabbit on about the most inane of topics (hello there Neha) or are perilously close to equalling my own level of insanity (how’s it going Batool?).

Ah yes, but moving on to more important matters. Now, I’ve recently taken to comparing some of the Nazi’s propaganda ideals to the modern day ones, (and by the way, that groan of despair at my historical antics didn’t escape my notice), but I just couldn’t resist telling you guys about this little tid-bit I discovered: Joseph Goebbels, in charge of Nazi propaganda had one main ideal around which all his work for the Nazis was centred; “if you tell a lie big enough, and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such a time as the State can shield people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important from the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the state.” Interesting isn’t it, especially when applied to the modern world?


But onto a lighter subject now, (yes, I heard that sigh of relief); I seem to be wasting away indoors. Most of my friends have barricaded themselves into their houses least someone should huff and puff and give them all swine flu. Some of them have even swallowed all that malarkey about how various products (most of them inedible) are positively clustered with Swine Flu germs and, if exposed to them, it almost certainly guarantees the contraption of the disease instantly and, oh shock horror, you will die within the next twenty-four hours if that occurs... I have yet to relate that to someone with a grinning at how ludicrous it is. And then, the most amusing part is, at the end of it is the words “DO NOT PANIC” in bold. Bit of a contradiction, don’t you think?

But really, I am so bored I’ve been reduced to playing with the kids next door. Apparently, I’m an undead-alien-zombie (flattering title isn’t it?) with Optimus Prime capabilities and a mega-trod what-not... and people say I’m the one with the rampant imagination. Here are the little pests:









(terrifying, arn't they?)

(the rising generation - God help us.)




Yes, I almost got beaten up by two seven year olds, although in my defence they did have toy guns. Hmm... Degrading isn’t it? Go ahead and laugh. Quite finished? Thank you. Anyway, as I was saying before I narrated that little incident, which was obviously a mistake judging by your reaction, I am completely bored. So, I spend my time reading (no surprises there) and going online. Rather more than I usually do actually, this pretty much sums it up:

You know, I long to say, with complete sincerity “Guards! Seize them!” and I pains me that I will never be able to do so. And as I’ve already mentioned to many of my friends, raising quite a few eyebrows in the process, I think Eighteenth Century fashion is utterly fantastic – where else do you get elaborate hairstyles depicting French naval victories?

Oh, yes, the news I was gushing over earlier. Two of my stories won the SKOW awards, one of most original plot (A shot in the Dark) and the second for best Comedy (Die, everyone’s doing it). Here are the head banners for them:





and...

When I found I out I sort of gabbled this whole string of words which seemed to feature ‘oh my god’ rather a lot, I was also still mumbling ‘wow’ and ‘can’t believe it’ under my breath two hours later.

Okay, it’s late and I’m brain-dead – more so than usual. And this probably reflects that. Oh, well, frankly I’m exhausted and can’t be bothered to even run spell-check.

-Ciao.