Asparagus

Does anyone like asparagus? I was thinking about it, and I don't see how anyone can. It's weird, and apparently it makes your pee smell funny. I don't like it at all. It reminds me of this tv show, where these leeks had faces and it was really creepy. I don't mind leeks though. The leeks with faces didn't look like leeks; they looked like asparagus.

Even the name asparagus sounds bad. Like abacus, but green and non-educational. I don't like it at all.

On second thoughts, I'm not sure there actually was a tv show with scary talking leeks, I think it was maybe a dream I had. Regardless, I do not like asparagus.

Irritated

Today I have been getting really irritated by the adverts polluting my television time. Polo and golf cars are at the top of my list.

What sane person, just buys a car in the same way they buy groceries?! I realise that if you were rich arbitrarily buying a car would not seem insane, but I assume rich people do not buy polos or golfs. To a normal individual like me, these adverts promote reckless spending, and whilst they make me feel less guilty for squandering eighty quid on a pair of Wellington boots, they still make me feel irritated.

I am also irritated by my iPad automatically 'correcting' my spelling. I meant to write 'polos', iPad. If I meant 'pools', my comment would not make sense, as of course rich people buy pools. Furthermore, when I am writing specifically about maids, I do not appreciate my apparently politically correct iPad to 'correct' this to 'house cleaners'. If the book I am writing about says maid, that's what I gotta say too. If my iPad had a degree in English it would realise this, and stop irritating me.

Which brings me to the final source of my irritation: Internet arguments. Correcting another person's spelling does not mean you have automatically won the argument. It means you are an asshole.

lady luck

Having a really good week, so have bought lottery tickets just in case I'm extra lucky just now.  Did not realise how complicated the lottery actually is.  There are thunderballs, lucky stars, and sometimes you need five numbers but other times you need six.  I had to go back and make changes 'cause my first attempt was wrong.  Not feeling so lucky now.

There were a lot of slow walkers in town today, so I huffed a lot, and daydreamed about leap-frogging over people, which then led to me thinking about basketball, and whether I'd be any good at it.  I was torn between learning piano, bagpipes or ballet, and now I must add basketball to this list.

Have been thinking a lot about the future recently.  Keep wondering how many things are going to change.  Wispas went away for a bit, but came back which was ok, and marathon bars changed their name to snickers bars, but what changes will the future bring?  Maybe crunchie bars will not be with us in the future.  Or worse, I'll move away from the UK and have to eat chocolate that does not taste like chocolate.  Like Hershey's.  Blergh.

Some questions for 'the future':

- Will Jedward still have really tall hair?
- Will Susanna Gregory keep writing books for me to read?
- Are there going to be books, or is everything going to be online?
- Am I going to need a lawyer for anything?

Hmmmm

Olympics

Today I found a quiz that tells you what kind of Olympian you would be. I found it on my friend's girlfriend's friend's page, obvs.

It might have said sailing, fencing or athletics, but I like to think it said Kate Middleton 'cause that would be my ideal Olympic job. I would sit and look sophisticated with nice shiny hair. This means that I will need to purchase some hair shiner, and start looking more sophisticated and less fidgety.

I might take up swimming, just in case I am really good at it, and no one has realised yet. I am no longer completely scared of swimming pools, so anything is possible.

Also I hate KFC and wish their adverts would stop annoying me.