Did a dating-profile quiz thingy, and what came out is interesting cos its quite spot on. Although, im not as funny as I would like to be, and EJ would argue that Im not exactly a "well-spring of love". ...hahahaha! He's seen me squirm in the throes of paranoia and strange outlooks. Bless.


" Funny - You laugh often. People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor. You don't take yourself too seriously.
Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.
Athletic - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active. "

And my perfect match was:

" Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living.
Big-Hearted - You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind. A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life.
Funny - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date. If his jokes make you laugh, he has won your heart."
And just for the record, sensible doesnt mean that everything has to make sense, just that you won't try and stick your head in the toilet because you want to experience the coriolis force first hand.

So its pretty much the same as mine, but hey. I have to be self-indulgent here, its my fricken own blog. Roll on tomorrow!
Go do the quiz! click

Hello! I know its been ages since Ive posted - you'll be glad to know that I didnt spend the days inbetween musing about haircolour. Blondes are great, as my very blonde friend Will pointed out this morning over coffee. And they are. Especially Will. She's the greatest Blonde I know. Oh wait....Dom is blonde isnt he....? Dominic. mmmmmm I may just post a picture again for my own pleasure.

(I resent the fact that you all read my story >typing nonsense< but no one comments. do it! comment!......please?)

Speaking of : Just when I thought I had engineered a beautiful little blogskin, the thing screws up in Blogger, so its back to the drawing board. Butterflies, shiny thingies, no pink (there you go , mike) and such.
Ah yes Mike.....don't we all have girl/guy problems. If its not lack of attention, its too much attention (but only in extreme cases ) and if its not that its damnation to all, courtesy of our own resident neurotic, Ej. (But we still love you...!) I wonder how the whore of Babylon is doing.

Maybe we should all turn asexual and move into a little commune where the daily activities would include blogging, complaining, imbibing copious amounts of alcohol/coffee, sleeping, and then blogging about all of that. Utopia? Nay! Blogopia!
Sure we would be frustrated, drunk, possibly cultivate a new type of acne due to malnutrition, but at least we wont have opposite sex troubles.

My goodness. I don't believe I can post decent, thought-provoking things anymore. From January this year ive become a nonsensical rant-o-matic, but only with good formatting. But you love me anyway!??!? (Existential crisis)

Ok, I really do hope youre all having a good day today.
May you experience little bursts of excitement and happiness when you least expect it.

Taking a quick break from typing out the explanation of the metabolism of a diabetic to blog. How sad. Read the title bar again. Im saying this with substantial statistics to back it up:
Last year , in the throws of boredom, Kirstin and myself conducted a little study on Faceparty : we wanted to see how males react to hair colour. (and other things..)
So for a month the imaginary girl (photo courtesy of google) was blonde and the next month brunette. For good measure we gave her an atrociously one-dimensional personality.
The two pics (blonde/brunette) were of equal beauty (we think) and no personality data was changed. The blonde pic however, pulled in twice as much messages as the brunette.

Now dont come shmoping around with things like "yes but what about the other variables" ...screw that! Blondes are still the men's top fantasy and its unlikely that other haircolours will top it. And what about ginger? ......its such a minority as opposed to the other two.

HOWEVER there is one exception : in a similiar study in a girly magazine they found that blondes were attractive for lustful reasons while the brunette was rather seen as the girl next door type. Now obviously this stereotyping has its upsides and downsides.
Go on! Comment~!

This is on my current playlist. Get the songs and mellow out, theyre all beautiful. (except Go West, but I love the whole campness thing there. Its so shameless :)

Wuthering Heights - Kate Bush
Love Almost - The Dandy Warhols
Free - The Martinis
Go West - Pet Shop Boys
Prince Igor - Borodin
Dead from the Waist down - Catatonia
Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits
Fog (live) - Radiohead
Strange and Beautiful - Aqualung
Run - Snow Patrol
Fury - Muse
Poor Unfortunate Souls - Little Mermaid Soundtrack
Bagatelles - Beethoven (which sounds strangely like Clair de Lune)
Don't let it go to your head - Fefe Dobson
Barcelona - Jewel

Yesterday I was wondering how Kirst is, and seeing that I was busy with Photoshop, this was the product : and don't take the slogan thingy too seriously, its just a phrase that popped into my head.

Not much to report on this weekend sadly...It has been fruitless, despite mentioning a fruit in the title bar. i did a shameful amount of psych (meaning...v little) and went out with some people. And of course I was annoyed with the internet cafe's inability to provide internet...isp trouble. grrr!!
But nonetheless, here's 2 pics of us being out.

Pic1 : To my left is Jenny, who looked like a clown had taken revenge on her face because she stole his makeup. She was well drunk, but that doesnt give her authority to be a bloody national eyesore. Me? I know what youre thinking.
a) she's totally on her 2nd vodka
b) she's going to get up to mischief.
c) nice scarf.
I know that's what youre thinking. And youre right.

Pic2: That's Jenny, Belinda, Eugene and Bianca. Last night we spent about 5 minutes laughing about the straw which is just in a quirkily inappropriate place, but hey. It was sunday night, and there was nothing to do. Hopefully this week I can blog about how im being productive, gymming, hopefully slimming down and cutting out junkfood and being friendly and having great hair days.

but probably not.

Im hot but my boots are cold and wet. Didnt someone once say that if your feet are cold then the rest of you will be cold too? Don't ask where the science is in this, maybe its just a old wives' tale.
I can tell you what's not cold : my fingers. Amazingly, last night my resolve broke and 3 poems came pouring out on paper. It was purging like you havent had before. And I know how terribly pretentious writing poems sound , but you'll notice that Im not forcing them down anyone's throat (ok except that one time) they're mostly metaphors that are meaningful to me, like keeping a diary of what's going on.

Anyhoozle. I remembered something last night which had me in stitches a while ago:
My friend Michelle has this little cousin, he's about 7 or so, and naturally little kids rummage through things and cupboards, totally oblivious to the laws of property.
And he came upon some sanitary towel thingies, so he walks up to his sister with one in hand, asking what it is. Her eyes widened for a few moments before she decided against birds-n-bees talk , and so just said that they were "ghost patches" which you put on your head when you go to sleep so that ghosts dont frighten you. Satisfied with this answer, he went to put them back.

The next morning, he comes out from his room with two of these unravelled and stuck onto his eyelids, proclaiming, "I had the best sleep last night! No ghosts!"

This is my favourite poem in the world - its not overly complex but I think it speaks to the human dilemma entirely. I fell in love with it when I was still in school, and only now did I remember who wrote it : Louis Macneice.

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the beggar refuses my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton, would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

Allo!

Due to my famous almost-fainting a few hours ago I crashed on the bed (maybe more literally than you think...) , sipped some coke and paged through a Cosmo. Now being familiar with the dating tendencies of the 21st century, it seems to be standard for people who are in a relationship to live together. Bring on the toothbrush and scented candles and dedicate a whole drawer to your girly things (i.e things that smell, feel and look delightful) (because let's face it, we are the more delightful gender) :P

So on the one side we have people arguing that if you live together beforehand, you can suss out your compatibility better without too much commitment. BUT research shows that cohabitees have a much higher divorce rate than people who didnt live together. Lulled into marriage? Perhaps. Not having the stamina to remove her onslaught of small decorative things out of the house? perhaps.

Now in the same Cosmo was the interesting section on sex advice that you probably wouldnt use. Well I suppose some people would actually, but yours truly wouldnt touch it with a long and sterile stick. One of the headings was "When naked, do silly tricks and running around"
Um........running around? Personally I would find running around naked more torture than anything else, because the firm bits will wobble, and the wobbly bits will actually register on the Richter scale.

so.....had any dodge shag advice lately?

Almost fainted today!! Whoooo!!!
I know, nothing to brag about but Ive been running about in the heat and then my friend Christine stopped to chat and my vision started to swim dangerously and I was having cold sweat like someone who was trying to outswim a shark. Im currently waiting on some food being prepared so at least its that sorted. Bacon , avo and feta tramezzini. mmmmm
post pictures of yourselves, people!

See my downfall to the status of social pariah after you've read how badly I write stories.
Its right here people : click

The link is also under "outside" in the sidebar.

Hello again. I know its been ages since I posted anything, but that's life for you. So
full of nothingness that you forget to blog. But not to fear, its full steam ahead from here.
(and yes, I did make this picture used on the blog. Its no van Gogh, I know)

Im listening to The Cardigans Grand Turismo album...."Junk of the hearts" ...it reminds me
of those days you lie on your bed, your mind completely lost in thought and youre so
bored that youre hallucinating.

I didnt have a very significant easter, only one resolution : to take a brief hiatus from my online
activities in an attempt revigorate it.
So this weekend didnt include of blogworthy activities:

I did manage to damage my eyes that bit more by spending a good while in front of photoshop
and CoffeeCup HTML editor (Im learning HTML.....!!) to try and build my perfect blog. Well what
youre seeing here is the result. Its not perfect, mind you, but Im working on experimenting
with different facets of my personality to try and find the combination that makes me want to
look at it (the blog) every day. Ah the life of a perpetual introspector.

What I did find was that I missed my blogpeople, it really still continues to fry my head as
to how the heck I got so attached to everyone. Well...I was always attached to Kirstin, she's
my dream flatmate because we're alot alike in drinking too much coffee and not bitching
about who wiped the counter how many times.

Im also attached to Tateson because he's
charmed his way into my system without me even noticing - he's such an easy person to like and
makes strange things happen to women (i.e me starting to watch football....!)(Im a BA student for crying in a bucket...i don't watch sports!)

Matt because after so long he's still as mysterious as hell and I'd like to tie him down and pick his
artistic brain. I cant help but think there's alot of know-worthy things in there that might
just reshape humanity. :P

EJ is careening down the passageway of likeability because let's face it, you can't not feel attached
to such a disappointed romantic soul. Maybe its the nurturing instinct. Or the one that feels excited when
you discover that you have absolutely everything in common except hair colour and gender.

Mike. Dear Mikey. Under the emo and devastatingly fashionable clothes there's a budding businessman,
and under that there's someone that you'd like to be stuck in an elevator with. And I don't mean
in a "Indecent Proposal" kind of way. (Not that Im saying he wouldnt do that someday....naughty CEO in the elevator...!)
I'd still like to get tipsy in Burn with him and Kirst. Hearing Muse in surround sound. Ahhh


OK so now with appreciation hour over....well...I dunno. Im sure some random post is going to flow
from my mind to my fingers again today. There you go.

If the evening/night had a theme, I think it would be this :)

The whole blogger thing is pretty weird....reading about someone's life even if you havent met them. Well I can safely say that the meeting wasnt
half as scary/draining/unpleasant. In fact, the conversation ate hours out of our lives but I'l lie if I said it was time that I would have wanted to use for something else. Julians was inhabited by its usual vibey crowd, the waiter sombre (upon which EJ promptly asked him to please smile haha) and as is the nature of a pina colada , that was great. Our chat was only punctuated by the people around us (drunk girl who almost took his lighter, and numerous other females stopping to chat to him....mr popular himself :P )

I think on a personal level I was intimidated at first - talking to a worldwise journo who has seen it, heard it and probably has the well written article to prove it.
But he turned out to be much more fun than his blog lets on. much.

So eventually we headed home - the second I walked into my room I plopped on the bed and fell asleep. The next morning I woke up looking like the corpse bride and feeling like Im never going to get enough shut-eye. But hey.

You really have to try the new brutal fruit addition. ;P


*edit* Its only now that I saw the relentless buttering-up of me on his blog....methinks he's way overexaggerating.....if I can only get him to take it down!!!

If you understand Dutch, go read this blog - its excruciatingly funny. (Not because its witty, but because, like an Indian accent, Dutch is a funny sounding language by default)

http://ietsmetkasper.blogspot.com/

Today proved to be a much better day than yesterday because despite my back muscles praying for some sort of release or at least a human touch, my outlook has sweetened up (aided by coffee, but hey). Now there are a few things drifting around in the finite space that is my mind.

Firstly : im very much having a moment of adoration for our newest blogger, EJ -->just read his contribution to the Matie Language Debate on Litnet, and its like he took the thoughts right out of my head. Brilliant Stuff.

Secondly : Just before lunch I gave into my girlie instincts and bought the Glamour with the issue marked "Men..revealed!" I can't help it. The stronger gender is stil not completely figured out, and if I can get an inch more of information leading me to understand how they think, I'll be happy to learn it. It was , in fact, a very enlightening issue. It certainly postulated ideas that Cosmo hasnt touched.. (For the record, Cosmo has regressed into countless issues of "How to be happy", "How to get that bikini body" and "Detox now!" ....none of which I am particularly interested in.)

The man writing the particular piece, said that there are three things necessary for a man to be in love with a woman: (I suppose its interchangeable between gender)
1. Sexual Attractiveness
2. Intellectual Compatibility
3. Being able to relate like a mate.

I think that pretty much summarizes everything. If you have that you only need the labrador and white picket fence and youre waxed.
Speaking of which - Andre P. Brink (celebrated sa writer) has found love at the ripe age of 70. But with an interesting twist : The woman he's in love with is a foreigner, she lives in Salzburg, Austria and they stay in touch with emails and texts. :P Seems even older generations are finding love over the internet.

Thirdly : the complaints in the same article.
Obviously , being female, I have been programmed to think that men are absolutely hung up on the physical traits. So the complaints were surprising :
1. It doesnt look like she enjoys being intimate.
2. She doesnt take initiative with intimate things.
3. ......I don't remember the third one. But it was also in that vein.
So this poses the question : Does all these findings then contradict the myth that men are all about the physical, while women are emotional? It seems that its the other way around!
Guys have hangups, I suppose. One main thing springs to mind of which they are insecure, and being such smart bloggers, I know you know what. Plus there are things like having to be funny/witty all the time (because women are attracted to it) , being charming and unpredictable....

Are we girls giving the blokes a hard time?

(Yes. That's your cue to fire into the comments section with your opinions and rants)

The test, as I just told Tateson, was terrible...im lucky if I get predicate. Will have to wait and see on that one. Now the last thing I want when I get home from a killer test, is a bunch of girls ready to rip the piss out of me. But thats exactly the welcome I got. Now normally I have a sense of humour and im pretty lenient about joking around and being made fun of - I actually enjoy it.

But Ive been up since 6 this morning, studying, been under considerable stress and now im nipping about my marks. The second I get in the door, they start giggling in unision, asking me whether I had a "night of passion with my engineer"
My parents stayed over saturday night and while my dad was watching the rugby he had a couple of Amstels. They found it in the bin and naturally assumed I had gotten myself into a drunken stupor while on my own in the flat. Secondly, they pasted a condom to my door. And after I plucked it off, they went on about "When have you last seen Marius? your engineer flame!"
I told them not months cos he was in Finland, and I don't see how this has got anything to do with anything. Then they playfully insisted that I use the aforementioned commodity on him, which i found quite offensive because I don't exactly pull anything with a pair of trousers off the street and bed them. In fact, I don't randomly sleep with people at all, so I don't know where that came from. Like I said,I would normally find all of this humourous, but im absolutely pooped. *sigh*

My sis also has a blog now, I just checked it and found Friday's post fascinating...just the way its written. go here

hey blogpeople - even when im under heavy stress i manage to blog, which doesnt say a hell of a lot about my academic perseverence..... :/
Have you ever been so nervous/scared beyond belief that you don't know what to do with yourself? That's me. No doubt tonight I will be blogging about how I won't graduate this year and how I have to repeat a whole year because i flunked a fucking stupid psych module.

So.....erm......on top of this I might have gotten fat. Which just adds to this feeling of wanting to off myself hahahaha . (im not really suicidal, but the alchemy of feeling fat AND stupid is doing my head in...)

I promise tonight I will be the cynical cousin of sweets and daisies , as I post more nonsense.
I miss refreshing all of your blogs to the point of irritation with myself. (Its surprising how you become attached to someone like that.....!)

Hey Kids. Two things before I place myself horizontally for a movie.
First : The things I miss -

1. Coming home from school, putting on Linkin Park (Hybrid Theory), and taking a nap right through it in my school uniform.

2. My flatmates from last year.
-Divan because he was overly affectionate and he had friends that fancied me.
-Benita because she was a party animal, daring but also wise.
-Kirstin because no matter what crazy idea you pitch her, she would find a positive angle to it. Also we listened to electro-pop songs.
-Wian because he took the newspaper into the loo and because he has freaky lesbian friends and an addiction to Cheat (the game).

3. Not having to worry about careers, your liver and whether this guy really likes you.

4. Being excited about Christmas.

Ok!!! NExt order of business:::
Some questions for you people to copy and paste on your blog with the answers of course :P (Its a variation of one we had earlier in the year)

1. Names
a) Your real, full name
b) your nickname(s)

2. Three favourite songs at the moment

3. Favourite dessert

4. Your favourite two physical attributes
a) of yourself
b) of a partner

5. The ultimate unforgiveable act in your book is:

6. If someone had to dress up as you , what would you give them to wear?

7. Three favourite magazines

8. A newly acquired bad habit

9. Dream house , described in a few sentences

10. You take five people to a deserted island.....who are they? (and does each one have a purpose or not?)

Ok, so daylight did indeed bring sanity.
First order of business : read : http://www.bigtateson.blogspot.com/ the newest post. I bet that isnt something you've found on alot of blogs ;)

second order : im feeling in quite a foul mood today - I went to write my learners for the scooter and scored full marks for both road rules and controls divisions. I needed one measly mark with the road signs. Is that really going to make me that much more of a danger to society as the taxis and unroadworthy cars out there , who drive with wrenches (yes really, instead of a steering wheel) , who have fake licences and who overload their minibuses by about 14 people?
I mean honestly!!!

I spend way WAY too much time on here.

Is exactly what I need. Last week's rants from Mike and EJ who were badgering me to go have a cider has finally hit home ( i know, it takes a week for me to come to a realisation...!) and a crazy night out is what I very desperately need. Right after the poetic night of sulking, clutching someone or something and thinking of how absolutely broken me heart feels. The fact that it's not broken has nothing to do with it. one word : verlange. that's all im saying.

Anyways. And before someone starts implying that im a drunkard (*cough cough*) a night out doesnt necessarily mean indulging. It could, but it doesnt necessarily does.
I just need to go dance- completely relinquish control of my body and do what it wants to do.
All the songs that warrant an unhealthy amount of sex appeal to go into your dancing.
Im going too far, I know. But ive been cooped up watching series for too long, I really do need to get out.

And Ive only noticed this now, but this one guy I was chatting to the other day, Dylan, is currently on msn, but his profile pic is one where....well....I dunno how to put this. He took a picture where his back and butt is facing the camera and he's wearing *white* undies. I feel ashamed just taking a peek. He's amazingly toned - would put alot of guys to shame, but....well....WHY? Why post almost-nude pics of yourself?

I have no idea who that might be.

Me and the sis watched a grossly outdated movie, Dreamcatcher, and to be totally honest, it sucked. Just like it did last time. And the time before that. But an idea popped into my head, as is the nature of ideas : Damian Lewis looks an awful lot like Damien Rice with a spine and an injection of ruggedness. Now if I could only get those two to play siblings in a movie that I want to direct. The plot? I have no idea. The actors? Those two. Actresses? None. Ideally I would be the only brilliant female on set. What? Argh ok fine. I'll hire someone.

Methinks Mr Rice would be the middle sibling (even tho Mr Lewis surpasses him in gingerness) , then we could get someone to be the youngest. Be it a girl or boy. In reality he is just that - the strange middle sibling (he said himself that he's the black sheep cos he's odd). Are all middle kids odd? My parents are both middle kids, and although theyre not that odd, they are both very stubborn as hell. Maybe this could lead to a study of middle kids. Of my friends,...um most of them are eldest children. So I dunno.
Input anyone?

I know all of you think that there's been some grand scale debauchery abound ,but it was in fact a very toned down get together , most of us being from Stellenbosch, so I faintly knew most of them. And as a treat, Ruan Ellis was also there - I havent seen him in ages and he's such a sweetheart. He's one of those people that isnt that good looking but has such a luminous personality that you cant help but be crazy about him. Not that im pinning my affections on a man down here, I was just saying.

We played drinking games, its always lots of fun (sure its a lame excuse to drink) but we ended up laughing so much because of the rules, one where every time a lady drank she had to stand up, touch her nose, left ear, right ear and bum and then say "Charl is King" ;) He commented that that was the way nature intended hahaha. So sexist but hey. Joanie (his gf) could only roll her eyes and grin. I took some photos, but the usb cable is in Stell. Will post pics when I get there.

The big question : Did anyone pull?

YES!!!!
It wasnt me. Don't worry. Louis and Tanya ended up looking mighty snug cuddling on the mattress in front of the t.v during the movie. Yours truly ended up falling asleep on my arm.
Oh and I also fell down the stairs. Well maybe "fall down" is a bit misleading. I had miscalculated the edge of the step and slid 3 steps down, but in the process hurt my hand and back. And there's no bruise!!!Injury with no evidence to gather sympathy with! unfair.

And incase you were wondering, I was sober when it happened. Shame on you for thinking otherwise.

Im listening to "Beep" by PCD and Will.i.am and as much as I want to dislike those skinny wenches who dance really, really well, im inadvertently drawn to the catchiness of the song (it has very relevant lyrics...) and it makes me want to get up and dance very inappropriately. This, however , will transpire in a week or so in one of our clubs in Stell. Wish me luck and an unbroken pelvis :P

I want to learn to tango. So I can go to Europe and get it on with a hot Spanish man - his olive skin glistening from controlled passion , his dark eyes fiery and intense......the language barrier forcing us to communicate by a more universal language.......braille hahahahaha ( I still have to write that erotic short story ;P )

Tonight's Pieter's 21st (To Kirst...its my pieter, not yours :P ) so that means alot of yummy cocktails courtesy of our cute-as-buttons host, a meeting with the ex, a meeting with the newly single best friend (male), and that means drunken conversation about how she wasnt right for him . He says Ive shrunk!! WTF!! I do plan on looking gorgeous tonight to rub it into the ex's face. Will post pictures, kids. Don't judge too harshly :P

Word!

Long, long ago, (two days, to be precise) a bat made its way to our house and flew inside.
The mother of the house was alone because her husband and youngest child had travelled to a far away land to fetch her eldest daugther.
As the mother was watching t.v the bat flew all over the place, leaving its batty creepiness everywhere he touched. So when the mother finally decided to retire to bed, the bat was sitting on her wall, right next to the bed. It gave the mother quite a fright, so she acquired a tennis racket to fight the beast.
In the hallway , a fight ensued. The bat was coming straight for the mother, at a frightening speed. The mother lifted the racket and knew it was now or never . So she whacked him one hell of a shot that flung him to the other side of the hallway altogether. He had died with open eyes from the shock of the hit. And they (well one of them , anyway) lived happily ever after.

Full Frontal Absurdity

Hello. I realise that my heading is a bit misleading, as this post is everything but absurd. Im extremely tired (6 hours in the car and then 2 hours recounting my whole uni term to mother dearest)

Ah yes. Im listening to radio Ulster, Nolan is SO wound up , he's fighting with this one listener about leaving a kid in a car while nipping into the petrol station. Its so funny!! But shame. Poor guy seems very gutted now, because none of the listeners have sympathy. Now I have to go look what the real issue was about, something about keys being left, a life being lost. . I dunno. But poor Nolan. He's totally exasperated....probably needs a hug. :/

Our djs will just quip with a bit of sarcasm, but he's cool.

Im so tired. Im going to bed.

p.s I spent hours trying to find a new blog template, but nothing supports comments. :(