Friday, February 4, 2011
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I saw happy asian guy spit on a car today and so I've been thinking about whether he deserves his name or not. If you don't know him, he's this guy who walks around Queensgate and he's always smiling and invading your personal space - kinda like Miley Cyrus. But I've never seen him spit on anything before for no reason. Or at all, for that matter.
In other news I'm officially sick of the holidays. You know that your life is boring when you can make an event of buying V. But it was seriously good. It's back to school in a few days and for the first time in my life I'm actually excited. All I do at home is listen to the wiggles and sleep (while listening to the wiggles). It's my nephew's music - I promise.
Can somebody tell me why whenever I think of Duran Duran I think of the Fab Five? It's like I know that they're not the same but then do I really? I've never seen them all in the same place at the same time. In fact I've never seen any of them so how do I know that any of them are real? The truth is that I don't. Normally this wouldn't be a huge issue but:
It's the holidays which means I sleep during the day and stay up all night (quite seriously, I sleep from around 8am until 3pm) and whenever I tell people that I'm nocturnal I think of that stupid song and then I think of Duran Duran. Or maybe I think of the Fab Five first?
The Fab Five are really just crab people, anyway.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I'm about to move for the first time ever (in 2 days) and so I drew myself up a big list of things that I need. At the very top was a pair of slippers. I've never owned a pair of slippers but as Ronald McDonald would say, "everytime['s] a good time [to buy slippers]". And my slipper-purchasing experience didn't disappoint. In fact it didn't disappoint so much that I felt compelled to write about the pair that I bought because they are seriously a maze of ing.
They're called Memory Foam Slippers and as far as I know they were only seen on TV until they weren't. And that's when I saw them in a shop. The infomercials insisted that wearing them was like walking on clouds... I'd say pillows was more accurate. Or if you wanted to get specific: memory foam. This is supposedly space age stuff, and just knowing that makes you feel like you're destined to become an astronaut. Or perhaps that's just me.
Can someone please tell me why Emile Hirsch is so awesome?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I know being extremely bored is probably not a very admirable reason for starting up a blog. I wish I could say it was a passion for writing or at the very least a strong like for the subject of my blog. To be honest, I don't have a subject I have enough feeling for to write exclusively about it, perhaps with exception to my life mission to save the declining slow loris (they're just so CUTE) population of Vietnam - but that won't see any action for at least ten years.
Maybe if this is still chugging along in ten years time I will be able to write solely about the lorrises but until then, unfortunately, I believe it will just be the slow and infrequent ramblings of a teenage boy who's not ashamed to say that he has more than one Lindsay Lohan song on his iPod. I also believe my brother will be the only person reading this - if anyone.
So that was my first post. It looks short. I don't know if it shows up short, but I promise to use this post as a lesson. And next time I will write about something interesting like tea. Or stationary. Or both if you're lucky, Tim.