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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Tuesday, May 16, 2006



Finally. So to quickly recap what has happened over the past few days :
1.Will's Bday celebration at Gino's , on the same night as Ryan's birthday. (Fun!!)
2. I got predicate for a Psych test that I stressed about hecticly (its maths..I dont do maths..!)
3. Last night I read an article (well, I use the term loosely) about what your cell phone number
says about you. Its a big hoax of course but that didnt stop me from doubling over in uncontrollable
laughter. (Again, it must be said that I am easily amused.) If you want the article, I'll post it...but its in Afrikaans.
If you really , really want to , I can always translate it. But anyway.

Belinda's mom is over here, staying with her little daughter, cooking for her and cleaning.
Normally I wouldnt mind, I mean, she's paying for the room, but this woman is very strange.
She doesnt attempt to be nice to any of us and constantly makes derogatory remarks about how the house is run!
I try and avoid her as far as is possible, but apparently she has already cornered Louise and Jinx and
reprimanded them about things. So the result of all this is that it feels like we're living in THEIR house.

As an added bonus, Belinda has suddenly turned into a non-smoking, non-cursing little angel.
I don't swear alot but at least I can be honest about it in front of my parents.

Sheesh.
Have you ever felt that there's something out there that you know you would love to do, but
the need to feel useful is overriding your primary desire?
In my case...I would love to be a mythologist. Or just play around with graphics programs until my eyes fall out of their
sockets (or my coffee dries up...whichever happens first.)

Of course this being said, I would be so caught up in studies of mythology and art that
I wouldnt be able to sustain real relationships, which would result in me having to find
a willing love slave.

But what Im really looking forward to is the trials in the choosing of the love slave.
Bring on the champagne and pack the skimpy lingerie. It could be a long fortnight :P
Anni
18:20

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