Some things that have happened:
- Dumbledore is gay. Apparently. Was I the only one who didn’t see that coming? I’m still trying to decide whether JK decided this whilst she was writing or just after when she started running out of things to tell the press. Apparently it has made the angry Christians even angrier about the books though and anything that makes them cross makes me happy.
- Â My stomach issues have now reached such irritating proportions that I may remove my entire digestive system with a butter knife.
- Phantom Hourglass has come out and I don’t own it yet. I will though. Very soon.
I am also loving Stephen Fry’s new blog. It’s nice to read such honest writing from someone so painfully interesting. Perhaps one day I will have that many interesting stories to tell. Minus the manic depression and drug addiction though, I hope.
I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I have been thinking almost non-stop since my last post and I don’t know! My ideas are as follows:
- Something to do with food, but probably not a chef.
- Food writer.
- Lion tamer.
- Monkey butler.
Unfortunately, the last two aren’t even real ideas. So I’m a bit stuck because I’m not really that good at writing and I have no idea where I can go to learn about food. Also, if I try to do either of those things I’ll probably give up because I’m a big fat quitter.
Still… Phantom Hourglass should be good.
I don’t think anyone really reads my blog any more, which is a bit depressing. However, why would you want to read my blog when you have material of this calibur to read?
I also have nothing good to say at the moment, due to the fact that I am BORED. I need to find out what I want to do with my life and do it, before I start spending all of my days staring into space, perhaps drooling slightly on myself. If anyone has any ideas about what I can do with my life that would be great. I’ll listen to any suggestions. Seriously.
BORED!
I know it’s dull to have to listen to other people’s stories of when they were drunk and how hilarious/embarassing it was, but I feel I have to share this in the hope that by writing it down for everyone to see I somehow make it less bad. Or I make some kind of shift happen in the space-time continuum and it never happened.
That was a somewhat dramatic build up to a blog post which is essentially just going to be me moaning about how embarrassing I was last night.
I’m not even sure why I drink any more. It makes me ill and I’m not really the ‘win friends and influence people’ type when I’m drunk. For example, I spent last night in the Willow on gay night asking a group of boys if they were gay and if they weren’t gay why were they here without any women? I then concluded that it simply must be because they were into MMORPGs and was very shocked when they told me they didn’t like World of Warcraft. Does that make sense to you? Because it doesn’t to me. Well, it did then, but it certainly doesn’t now. I think they then decided I had something mentally wrong with me and spent the night looking at me sheepishly like they were worried I was going to suddenly flip. Unsurprisingly.
That is only one of the many things I have done to humiliate myself. I don’t believe I will ever be taken seriously again. I fear I haven’t impressed upon you exactly how much I went on at these poor boys. I am officially a twat. If I see anyone I saw last night ever again I am going to tell them that it wasn’t my fault and I had my drink spiked. Or that I have an evil twin and she’s a dick.
Today I am going to stay indoors and play Kingdom Hearts. I think it’s for the best.