Sunday, October 16, 2005
Enjoy yourself. This is of utmost importance.
moled at 10/16/2005 08:18:00 AM
FLAMEHEAD
I am on a reading...thing. Ever since I started studying for the prelims, I just read anything and everything I can. It feels like I am FIXING my eyes to the page and then just digesting it like eating a satisfying wholesome piece of digestive biscuit. Yesterday I read the magic school bus book on bees which was great. And then I flipped through a thick visual dictionary I found at home and magically, an astronomy section! Boy, i never knew that lynx, ursa, pegasus etc. were named after constellations. How undeserving. Then I found something amazing, which was a page on types of clouds and their names!!!!!!!!! There are high clouds, middle clouds and low clouds. And from those illustrations I found that I could identify the clouds because I've taken so many photos of all kinds of clouds and I can always remember how amazing the clouds were at that point. There's the cirrus, which is a formation of high cloud, and it sort of sweeps the sky lightly with brush strokes of light clouds. I think cirrocumulus is the one where the clouds are sort of little patches very tightly knit and most of the time with a stark sunlight outline and it just sweeps electrifyingly across the sky. The middle clouds are mainly the most STARK ones, when the stark ones appear. They are the kind people draw randomly, puffy and all. The low clouds are sort of blurry and stretched. Fascinating. Almost all the names are combinations of the words cirro, cumulus, cirrus, nimbus, alto and stratus. I don't know why. Clouds are like a magic show. It's probably the most interesting thing to look at when in school. Or maybe it's the weather, but clouds ARE weather. In between lessons the weather suddenly changes and when you come out it might be windy and chilly (like a hogwarts winter) and dark, very sensational, or it might be very very sunny and the garden's flowers all look lovely and the clouds are sailing along slowly. The sky is like a show that constantly changes. I'm starting to think that maybe I should be a meteorologist or weather analyst. There are actually international symbols for weather! The nicest one is for snow, an asterisk.
I spent all of yesterday reading all of taplin after which I went into a brain freeze and my cousins all came and the baby cousin tried to make me breastfeed her teddy bear which was disgusting. Just now a stranger (male, 50 plus) walked into the downstairs of my house while my grandmother was chatting on the phone. That is very scary. It has finally half happened, after my daily imaginations and planning. (this man eventually mumbled something and walked out) I imagine, everyday, every time I bathe, what if i open the toilet door to find that while I have been bathing, people have come in and killed/injured my family and i must devise a plan to attack or escape. I've concluded from immense visualizations that the best thing is to get the handphone and a long heavy object so that i can call the police and i can hit the man's privates as hard and vehemently as possible and then hit it some more till he crumples on the floor and groans but i must make sure not to go near him at this point or he could grab hold of my leg while pretending to be in pain. I will instead take some bottles of perfume or lotion and aim it hard at his privates, leaving him writhing madly while i proceed to call the cops. whew. as this takes place i will also lock myself in a room or run out of the house if i am sure that his accomplice(s) aren't guarding the exit, because if they were i would be total dead meat because after inflicting so much torture on the man, he and his accomplices would torture me with greater cruelty and relish than otherwise. I've got it all worked out. I can even slice his neck with my drumset cymbals and swing the whole thing around to slice his ribs. I know! Pour perfume in his eyes. I think my huge pot of mandarin orange intense moisturiser is dense and heavy enough to crack a skull and kill if thrown at the head. However all this must be done on one condition: that he has no accomplice(s) or it would just turn everything around and kill me instead.
I think people want to have babies and children and a family of little people because it feels like the most special thing in the world, even though almost everyone does eventually have it. It's a bunch of people you love no matter what, who love you back, you name them, spend years playing with them, doing anything with them, you can always count on them. For once, people (parents) are getting all the love and attention and responsibility and happiness and sadness and frustration and heartbreak and beauty and wonder all at once that they have been ready to experience all their lives as human beings. It's the most amazing thing.
What is the 'ultimate' 60s song???????? (I think i mean which is the most moronic sixties song)
a) Lollipop (lollipop, lollipop, oh lolly lolly, lollipop! *with annoying claps*)
moled at 10/16/2005 02:23:00 AM
