Yesterday I went to watch a live rugby match. It was brilliant! Want to go again. Also want to go to Alton Towers, and to the Edinburgh zoo to see the pandas.
I can now see the appeal of 'rugger-buggers'; they are strapping young men, and there is definitely something attractive about a man who can tackle another to the ground. Naturally this got me thinking about dating rugby boys, and then becoming a rugby WAG...until I thought of the mud. If you were in a relationship with a rugby player, where would you put their rugby boots? They couldn't come into the house. And leaving them outside isn't suitable as if it rained the boots would probably be ruined. And then there are the muddy clothes...can't stand thinking about all that mud coming in my kitchen, in my washing machine...I'd need to rinse the clothes out with a hose first before bringing them inside. Unless they could leave their muddy stuff in their locker room...
This is too much hassle for me, I don't ever want to go out with a rugby player.
In other news I found out on Friday that I am psychic. I went into this shop to buy a stone (I like stones) and found one I liked. When I went to pay for it the man said 'oh, psychic people are often drawn to opalite'. I thought I picked it because it was a nice shape and looked pretty, but now understand that I am a psychic. As a psychic I have new responsibilities, and must only use these new powers for good. So far I have had a dream about snow, so I am predicting this for March 10th. I also dreamt that one of my sea monkeys turned into a salamander and tried to attack me, so suspect I will either see a lizard this week or someone will annoy me.
Monday 27 February 2012
Saturday 25 February 2012
First Review
I've noticed a lot of bloggers write reviews, so here is my attempt at one:
At the moment I am over my weight category for an upcoming chess tournament. To lose weight one has to be sensible, and the problem is I am not sensible and have a tendency to do mad things that usually end up in me gaining weight.
This morning I decided to try a 'fat burner'. This is a pill which is basically loaded with caffeine, and supposedly makes you burn lots of fat, therefore losing weight. Took the pill, felt a bit dizzy and jittery, so ate a mars bar to revive self.
Verdict: they don't work.
At the moment I am over my weight category for an upcoming chess tournament. To lose weight one has to be sensible, and the problem is I am not sensible and have a tendency to do mad things that usually end up in me gaining weight.
This morning I decided to try a 'fat burner'. This is a pill which is basically loaded with caffeine, and supposedly makes you burn lots of fat, therefore losing weight. Took the pill, felt a bit dizzy and jittery, so ate a mars bar to revive self.
Verdict: they don't work.
Friday 24 February 2012
a question of sport
Have started singing 'soft kitty' (Big Bang Theory) to my sea monkeys.
Think it is good that I am going out tonight as perhaps less reading and more human contact will end this mad behaviour.
In other news, I have been trying to learn about rugby as I will be seeing my first ever rugby game on Sunday. Have always found rugby quite strange as it seems to be a homoerotic display of fat men with no teeth wrestling in mud, yet I am now realising that it is in fact a real sport with rules. In Roman times kids used to play a game where they used to whack each other over the head with a wooden club, and the last person remaining conscious won...think rugby might be a bit like that.
In Medieval Wales, they used to play a game called 'the badger in the bag', where a person would get in a sack and people would hit it with sticks going 'what's in the bag? A badger!' - have not yet found a game which recreates this. Perhaps rounders.
Ergh rounders. I am convinced that this game was invented as a form of child abuse. There is nothing fun about running around 'bases' in the blazing heat whilst people flail madly about with a bat trying to get you 'out' with a ball. I always used to go deep field to avoid actually having to do anything, but the teacher noticed and made me 'practice long jump'. Another form of vicious punishment; if I wanted sand up my ass I'd go to the beach.
happy kitty sleepy kitty purr purr purrrrrr
Think it is good that I am going out tonight as perhaps less reading and more human contact will end this mad behaviour.
In other news, I have been trying to learn about rugby as I will be seeing my first ever rugby game on Sunday. Have always found rugby quite strange as it seems to be a homoerotic display of fat men with no teeth wrestling in mud, yet I am now realising that it is in fact a real sport with rules. In Roman times kids used to play a game where they used to whack each other over the head with a wooden club, and the last person remaining conscious won...think rugby might be a bit like that.
In Medieval Wales, they used to play a game called 'the badger in the bag', where a person would get in a sack and people would hit it with sticks going 'what's in the bag? A badger!' - have not yet found a game which recreates this. Perhaps rounders.
Ergh rounders. I am convinced that this game was invented as a form of child abuse. There is nothing fun about running around 'bases' in the blazing heat whilst people flail madly about with a bat trying to get you 'out' with a ball. I always used to go deep field to avoid actually having to do anything, but the teacher noticed and made me 'practice long jump'. Another form of vicious punishment; if I wanted sand up my ass I'd go to the beach.
happy kitty sleepy kitty purr purr purrrrrr
Thursday 23 February 2012
my day
Had to go to the library today and it annoyed me. I don't understand why things are categorised in NUMBERS. Colour coding things would make life easier and brighter for everyone. No-one likes numbers.
Having said that, the university library isn't as bad as the national library in Edinburgh. I need a MAP for that place. Everyone always looks very smart and clever, and I haven't been able to go back since giggling when I saw a book titled 'The Book of Cnut'.
Also find it strange that paint has warnings to tell us not to eat it, and that take-away coffee warns us that it might be hot, but that no books warn us against paper cuts.
Had teaching assessments and passed. It is frustrating however, that whenever you have a teaching assessment your students turn into deaf-mutes.
Sea monkeys are alive. Hard to tell if they're happy/healthy etc as they are just little squiggles.
Having said that, the university library isn't as bad as the national library in Edinburgh. I need a MAP for that place. Everyone always looks very smart and clever, and I haven't been able to go back since giggling when I saw a book titled 'The Book of Cnut'.
Also find it strange that paint has warnings to tell us not to eat it, and that take-away coffee warns us that it might be hot, but that no books warn us against paper cuts.
Had teaching assessments and passed. It is frustrating however, that whenever you have a teaching assessment your students turn into deaf-mutes.
Sea monkeys are alive. Hard to tell if they're happy/healthy etc as they are just little squiggles.
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