Thanks for the comments! Don't have much to say EXCEPT: don't ask a depressed person to think of others and I wrote this in March or April. Was really down then. I'll find the exact date at some point. Now, I'm better though or rather sleep-deprivation stops you from thinking about much, so you're basically too tired to feel sad. Well, you can't have everything!
Gawd, I think I'm addicted to MSN as well as "I'm walking away" and "It wasn't me"!!! Have really bizarre dreams and when I'm not sleeping I hear "MSN sounds" and when I'm reading little "X has signed in" boxes appear. That is really quite scary!!! Also I dream of MSN convos, but usually that's after I've been woken up by the alarm clock and before my father wakes me again. Anyway, I have quite a few hallucinations these days, must be the effects of sleep-deprivation setting in!!!
Love you all! Let me rephrase: I love the people I love! Who'd have known? More specifically, Rhubi and Raspy (and a few asorted others)!!! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE Y'ALL THIS SUMMER!!! Let's make a vow (unbreakable) now that never shall anyone come between us! On the other hand, better not, since vows are made for breaking!!!

Better update, 'cos it's been quite some time since the last one!!! What to say though? D (both) came around yesterday and it was, in the danger (or whatever the word SHOULD be) of sounding like Ron, bloody cold!!! We played ping pong and I filmed Dit playing against Dan or at least I hope I did i.e. hope it worked!!! I'll post it on YouTube. No, just kidding. You'll be able to see it in 23 days. Oh no, that's when Maths is!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! As screwed as Sawyer was, when he was ''caught in a net''!!!
Also, Dan said we should go see him in Stonyhurst when we're in Donny (dunno how we'd get there; train presumably unless we find someone to take us AKA Dan himself!!! Although then he could just as well stay for a game of badminton/Frisbee/footy and never mind Stonyhurst! He's the one with the car after all. Why shouldn't HE move HIS butt up or down, not sure where Stonyhurst is) and he says thanks and hi. Also apparently he can't look at Facebook when he's at school 'cos of some Internet protecting system.
Anypath, saw some glowing Frisbees in Chavannes!! They weren't glow in the dark though. They had bulbs and batteries in them. That's the right recipe for being ripped off!!! They were ubber expensive and probably would last ''from 12 O'clock until noon'' to quote Omi. OK, German expression translated, but so what? Well can't think (should stop the phrase here) what else to say, so I'll post some er... ''improvisations''. Hope they aren't ALREADY on here, if not good, if they are too bad:
Actually I'm pretty sure they are on here already, so I'll just say this: ''Genevens are nothing more than better French!!!''

Hey, guess what. Dan is coming tomorrow! No, not the one from "Hustle"! To Switzerland I mean, although Dit said they might come here for a game of ping pong. It's not sure yet. Do you want me to ask him anything specific? "Beat the crap out of him"? No just kidding, I wouldn't do that.
Now to something COMPLETELY different: I think I grew in height! How cool, not to mention weird is that?! Oh well, not complaining by any means!

Here it is:
It feels as though you are drowning in fog and sorrow. Your soul is drenched in a cold mist and your mind is as empty as vacuum. You are stuck in despair, your only companion is your despair, you are alone with your pain. You cannot escape. You are lost without a trace. Your sorrow turns into self-hatred and self-revulsion. There is no breaking out of this deep pit of sadness. nobody understands you. Every shed tear is part of your will to live, which is lost. happiness no longer rules. Will it ever? You are abandoned to your fate. Deep gashes in your heart, scars nobody can see, enough pain to drive you insane. It is comparable to having a demon in your body. Something you need to expel. Your tears bring no relief, they only nourish your anguish further. Will to live is replaced by death wishes. "Suicide as an escape." Death is not so bad after all. Every smiling face is like a scornful snare, condemning you, fueling your anguish. The pain grows, the feeling of suffocation intensifies, you cannot breathe. Make it end NOW! Being torn limb from limb is not comparable to the mental torture that is depression. The future is too far away to seem real and the joys of the past are over-shadowed by the depressing event. Something rips and tears at your interiors. It is like carrying a tremendous weight around with you every where. Death is like a sound sleep, you want to sleep forever. You are an empty shell. Remedies are none-existent, apart from death. Nobody cares about you, what you become or how you end it, A deep loneliness devours you. Physical pain is not remotely comparable to the inner-struggle that is "Depression". People who try to cheer you up don't understand, think it's "trivial" and "what's the big deal?". Words do not help whatsoever. It is true "love can mend your life, but love can break your heart." Quote from a Sting song.

OK, it works AND we did a back-up. I have a feeling it's a ticking time bomb. It might work today, but what if it breaks down tomorrow? Also I dreamed I had dropped it (which is partially true) and that it was kaput (not true thank God!). My only sorrow was that I hadn't put the "Prison Break" clips I had taped with the Mac from the TV and the sound files and Dream Diary on the PC! That changed, put it on there now! We should do a webbie one of these days. Where has time gone to? Anyway, I'll post the text from the "Dark Times" now. Hope you have your Prozac or at least chocolate ready!

OMG, I dropped the Mac! It hit the table corner whilst it was on! It doesn't seem broken, but I don't dare check... I'll post the text later.

The picture says it all, after all "a picture says a thousand words"!!! So this picture says 1007 words. Designed it a while back, drew it on a bloc and then did this one with PowerPoint on the Mac, seeing as there is no other drawing program on here! Next will be original footage from the "Dark Times" and no I'm not talking about the Middle Ages!!! A brief explanation nonetheless: cloud: oppression that hangs over you, threatening to engulf you; lightening: mood discharges or anxiety attacks; rain: your tears and sorrow; the circle: your feeling of isolation and general sense of suffocation; that temperature indication (-10 C) indicates how cold your soul feels. Er, guess the rain should be snow in that case, but it only feels that cold, it actually isn't!

What I don't get is how complete and utter bitches/bastards can have so many people like them!!! You're nice and that moron with a bad character has 100 more friends than you, just because they look good. *Smash head against solid Diamond wall with protruding Platinum spikes with a diamond on the end, and covered in gold!!!*
Better write this down now before I forget: rubric topic for next Friday is: What do YOU think about public displays of affection? Are you like (have to find the name) that woman from The Sims 1, swinging a bag full of stones at them, telling them to get a room or are you tolerant? More on that next Friday in any unforeseen events, such as death or illness or lack of Internet (or Computer). Any requests for topics? Also comment or at least write "read" in the comment section. Bye!

I have a question for Shaggy or rather Ricardo Ducent (yes the singer, but any other person who's done it can answer it as well):
First the song (Lyrics from http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/shaggy/itwasntme.html), then I'll ask the question:

"It Wasn't Me"
(feat. Ricardo Ducent)

(Yo', man) Yo'
(Open up, man) What do you want, man?
(My girl just caught me) You let her catch you?
(I don't know how I let this happen) With who?
(The girl next door, you know) Man
(I don't know what to do) Say it wasn't you
(Alright)

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked, banging on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

How you can grant the woman access to your villa
Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner
To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say a night, convince her say a day
Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim
And you tell her baby no way

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked, banging on the bathroom floor

I had tried to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me

Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on the right prefix
Whenever you should see her make the giggolo flex
As funny as it be by you, it not that complex
Seeing is believing so you better change your specs
You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
Wait for your answer: go over there
But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast

But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me)

She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (It wasn't me)
Heard the scream get louder (It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked, banging on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

Gonna tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
I've been listening to your reasoning
It makes no sense at all
We should tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost
That's why I sing

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked, banging on the bathroom floor

How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

OK, firstly Shaggy's lines are in green. The question is about the red text: If you love her that much, why did you do it in the first place? I mean it can happen ONCE, I guess, but you wonder why when people love somebody, they go screwing things up by doing that. I know it's only a song, but that's why I'm sceptical about love.

Welcome to the Friday rubric! Today's topic is: Do YOU believe in soul mates?
So, like we did before we shall choose a volunteer to tell us what they think. Picking a name out of the jar and the victim, no I mean volunteer is: Nussbaum! Oh, whoops wrong poll, I mean myself for the third time running! Isn't that a coincidence, Ladies, Gentlemen and annoying random people? Here goes:

The answer is yes and no, like for so many other questions. Here comes the elaboration. What do you mean ''couldn't you have left it at that?''?!

Yes: reasons and explanation(s):

Yes, I do believe that there can be a ''right'' person for everyone, however I do not believe that there is only ONE. There can be several and that undermines the whole idea of it being ''soul'' as in one. I also think that this has nothing whatsoever to do with (romantic/sexual) love and everything with ''having a connection''. Your soul mate can be your best friend, family, sibling, lover or someone of the same gender as you. It is someone you can always talk to and you never run out of discussion topics. You spend hours just speaking, arguing and just enjoying it. That person has the same way of thinking as you or at least similar. It is not necessarily mutual, as with so many other things. Since there are not 6 Billion type of people and they can be grouped into Nice, Rich, Good-looking, etc... There are bound to be several ''right people'' for you, so I'd say there might be a ''Soul Mate Group'' you can ''dish out'' of.

No: reasons and explanation(s):

Well, I'm sort of sceptical of the idea of ''true love'' and everything that falls into that category. In fact, never mind true, I don't know whether LOVE exists. I mean it does, but can it last? That's my question, but we discussed that in last week's rubric. Didn't come to any conclusions though. I think that some people (AKA me) are condemned to walk this world alone (probably self-inflicted, because of character problems or isolation). I mean I frankly can't think of anyone wanting to marry someone like what Scrooge became or Herman or Hitler. I also don't believe that there is ONE ideal match for you. I mean even if there were, what would happen if it were some Aborigine from Australia, how the heck would you find that person without fate? Also I don’t believe the whole Chinese ''two people were split like a cracker'' theory.

Can't be bothered to continue with this rubric so here's the conclusion:
Believe there are several soul mates, but not necessarily in the romantic sence. Could be your best friend, rather than your husband. Doesn't have to be mutual. Having said that, my soul mate is the blog!!! No just kidding, well you know who mine are, don't ya Raspy? You should too Rhubi, it all depends on whether you read the ''Yep you must'' word doc or not.
Now, what are you're views? OK, Somebody, Anybody, even random (apart from those stupid ''Download Mozilla here'' dunces) COMMENT!

There's this exposition on at the Migros about "animals of the jungle". They built these huge (fake) gorillas playing guitars and I only have one thing to say about it: "That's just bloody scary, now isn't it?" It's "out-freaking''. You should see them! SCARY!!! Their faces, ugh, are too deformed.
Is ubber/oober a real word? 'Cos it rather sounds like Oobedi. Invented that, remember in Thurlestone? Must have been 2002/2003. You invent a word and next thing you know everyone is using it!!!

The Germans are even MORE stupid than I thought. Well not all of them only the politicians, "Communists" and Neo-Nazis/Fascists. Here's why:
The Government is made up of the most incapable and ignorant people they can find! "If you can, do; if you can't, teach; if you can't teach, become a sports teacher; if you can't do that, become a politician. Most have never had a "real" job in their lives and others are only picked for their names for example ''von Bismarck''. He doesn't even bother showing his face at the meetings. They talk and talk, but never act. They make promises and never fulfill them. Like most politicians really. "How do you know when a politician is lying?" ==> "When his mouth is moving!" Too right!
"Communists": They are more extreme Socialists or extreme left people. There is no Communist party in Germ; it was banned under Hitler. Why are they idiotic? Other than the normal reasons (The Utopia they want in unattainable! I mean: "yeah, we'll just install this dictator for 5 years to impose our ideas on the population and then he'll just give up his power and Communism will rule forever! We'll suppress (literally) anybody who dares defy us with tanks. [Russia did this in Poland to demonstrators during the Cold War.]" Wonder why it NEVER WORKED OUT THEN. Only in places like the Seychelles, made up of many different islands where the people don't actually care about politics and it has no real impact on them, can it work. Look at flaming North Korea! They aren't even aloud to leave it! If they did and tasted freedom, they wouldn't go back. If Communism is so good, why was East Germany so broken down? Why was everyone escaping? Why would they protest? Huh, why? WHY? Capitalism is not necessarily the best way, but it's pretty good.), they want to stop/disrupt the G8 summit, which will take place in Germany this year. OK, but why? What's the point of riding around really slowly on the road, blocking the rush-hour traffic? The message will not get across, the "normal" population will get annoyed AND they are indirectly polluting!!! I mean most of them don't even know what will be discussed! There was an interview and this woman had to check in the pamphlet she was holding what would be discussed before she could answer and this old guy was asked why he was protesting. "That's a difficult question." Oh? It shouldn't be! No matter what they do, it will go on. They are wasting time and energy. It's not as though the politicians would DO anything. They just talk. Look at the Kyoto protocol. "Blablabla, climate change, blablabla, CO2 taxes, blabla..." Ten years on, what has happened? Practically nothing. Think Russia, Australia and Iceland finally did sign it. America is pending (without them, it's useless; they cause the most pollution along with China and "everything back there".) and will be until Bush "gets resigned". See? Polis talk, they don't act. Stupid Socialists should have realized that by now!!! If they didn't, they are "full-idiots" to use a (translated) German term.
Fascists: 100 times more idiotic than the Communists. There used to be this camp for kids, where they learnt discipline, "the greeting" and how to be "good" and pure Germans. Don't know why they didn't just call it "Hitler Jugend*- Strike 2"! It was closed down in the 60s-70s, because it was too violent. Now there is a new one. Same people running it. Those peoples have criminal records. Charged with violence, assault, manslaughter, you name it they've done it. The Government does nothing to stop it. So => "Hitler Jugend*- Strike 3". The people doing the reportage had to flee since the leaders noticed them filming. They chased them (by car) for kilometres and at a red light the neos got out and were going to beat the reporters up. Luckily, the reporters drove off even though it was red and left the neos standing there. Violent bunch and they look after kids! They also teach the kids how to take part in demonstrations and beat people up. Yerp and the government stands by watching. I wouldn't be at all surprised if they didn't send their own kids there! Germany is going to the Fascists... I'm half English! Uh oh, won't set my foot in there once Fascism takes over! Schwarzenegger is Austrian (like Hitler) and the Governor of California (unlike Hitler), so either: he wants to take over the world (!!!) or he'll go to Germany and take over the world from there (!!!)!
Austrians have ruined Germ's reputation! They (Austrians) STARTED the 1st WW and Germ gets the blame and Hitler was flaming Austrian!!! Austrians are sly; better make a pact with them...
In Germany:
Neo-Nazi: "Are you pure?"
Me: "Erm, no. I'm half English..."
N-N: "Traitor! (Shreds passport) Now get out of my sight, Mongrel!
In England:
MI6 agent: "What were you doing in Germany?"
Me: "Well I'm half German..."
MI6: "Spy! (Shreds passport)
Me: Hey!!! You can't de-Nationalize people, it's impossible to loose your English Nationality!
MI6 agent: I just did and I can since you were panning on invading us and killing the Queen. Consider yourself lucky. Now, get out of my sight, Mole!
In Switzerland:
President: "Are you Swiss?"
Me: "Yes, I was born here."
Pr: "And your parents?"
Me: "They were... foreigners."
Pr: "Where from?"
Me: "England and Germany."
Pr: "What?! Give me your passport!"
Me: "No, it's my last one!"
Pr: "You should have thought of that before!"
Me: "Before what? Choosing my parents? Choosing my family?!
Pr: "No, you should have chosen your words more carefully."
Me: "Oh, who cares? I'd rather be "Earthen", than having a Nationality!"
Pr: "Whatever. (Shreds passport) Now, get out of my sight, Foreigner!"
Switzerland is going right... AND left! Geneva is going Socialist and "300 Francs for people who come to Switzerland!" and Bern is going: "There are no Swiss left, yatta yatta yatta, too many Naturalizations, yatta yatta yatta, out with the foreigners!" OK, "superfluous population", eh? Have your stupid passport back then! Without Naturalisations there would be NO Swiss left, so shut up.
*Hitler Jugend: Camp for boys (and I think girls, but not sure) under Hitler. They learnt everything they needed to be a good Jew-slayer, I mean Germans. Jugend is German for youth.

OMG, it's so true!!! Apart that people are drawn to me... There used to be a time when people started singing when they saw me though. That was rather annoying. I looked at them and they started humming. I thought it was an in-joke or something. Then I tried it with this one guy. I thought "Oh, he'll never sing!" He did. Then it stopped for some reason. Also I do tend to have déjà-vus and "dreams come true". Too bad, they are more like "nightmares come true"... Cool test. Tried it for you Rhubi; you're a rebel.

Your Birthdate: November 7

You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy. And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you. Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights. You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice! Your strength: Your self sufficiency Your weakness: You despise authority Your power color: Maroon Your power symbol: Hammer Your power month: July http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/

How the heck can you feel sad and happy at the same time? It's really bizarre. You want to laugh, yet at the same time feel like you're going to burst from all the grief. It's multo bizarro... My head is spinning (literally and figuratively speaking) and I don't know what the heck I'm doing and whether I'm coming or going... Not again, once was enough, in fact MORE than enough! It's really annoying! Who is in charge of feelings? Probably the hypothalamus knowing the set up in the brain.
That sums up my mood and general feeling...

Just because I'm feeling down doesn't mean I have to drag everybody down with me so here's an ''analysis'' of ''I Believe I Can Fly'' by R. Kelly: The lyrics are yellow and the comments are green

''I used to think that I could not go on''
Too bad you had to change your mind!
''And life was nothing but an awful song''
Don't go projecting!
''But now I know the meaning of true love''
You hand a million other heart-broken people...
''I'm leaning on the everlasting arms''
As everlasting as Romeo and Juliet?
''If I can see it, then I can do it''
Literally and figuratively speaking!
''If I just believe it, there's nothing to it''
Sometimes faith is NOT enough.
''I believe I can fly / I believe I can touch the sky''
You've had one Crack pill too many...
''I think about it every night and day''
Boy, do you need a hobby!
''Spread my wings and fly away''
Wish you would!!!
''I believe I can soar / I see me running through that open door''
Having outer-body experiences now? Wow, what kind of hallucinogenics did you take?!
''I believe I can fly / I believe I can fly / I believe I can fly''
Yes, we get the point thank you!
''See I was on the verge of breaking down''
Join the ever-growing club! At least HE used verge. Simple Plan used edge, which isn't as good.
''Sometimes silence can seem so loud''
Especially when YOU sing!
''There are miracles in life I must achieve''
Shuting up would be nice...
''But first I know it starts inside of me, oh''
Yeah, cutting your vocal cords out would make it final.
''If I can see it, then I can do it''
You ''do'' quite a lot, don't you?
''If I just believe it, there's nothing to it''
Just keep telling yourself that.
''Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh''
Ego-centric, are we?
''If I can see it, then I can be it''
Ahuh, that depends on what you're looking at, doesn't it?
''If I just believe it, there's nothing to it''
Whatever... If it were THAT simple, everybody would do it!!!
''I believe I can fly / I believe I can touch the sky''
So did Batman and look what happened to him!
''I think about it every night and day / Spread my wings and fly away''
Why don't you (''spread my wings and fly away'')?
''I believe I can soar / I see me running through that open door''
''Dance/bounce/walk/run*, baby out that door, I don't want to see your face no more''. There's the door. Fly, Fly!
''I believe I can fly / I believe I can fly / I believe I can fly''
Okay already! Take flying lessons or something!
''Hey, if I just spread my wings''
What wings?
''I can fly / I can fly / I can fly, hey / If I just spread my wings / I can fly / Fly-eye-eye''
If you say so, but could you please shut up now?
* Dunno what the real word is in that song, so I wrote all possible words down.
Why do I listen to it if I hate it so much? I don't hate it, I just like complaining! Anyway this was for fun. Did it yesterday when fun still existed...

(I'll try and write this without Americanisms. Is that even possible?) No, no, no a quadrillion times no! How I could think that anything good would come from this year is incomprehensible! Not only has Granny NOT improved that much, but now depression has set in yet again! I don't believe it! I wonder what's going to happen next. No doubt one of those big trees on your mother's propriety will fall over and land on the Cox's house and kill them! Also I'm pretty sure Grisou is dead since he hasn't been for more than two weeks and when he DID come he looked very tired. More than usual... All we need now is for Peter (our mother's cousin) to have an affair and Grandpa to amputate his arm whilst mowing the lawn to make the misery complete. Seriously, doesn't this year hold any good surprises?
We'll start with Granny: BEFORE her Diabetical breakdown, she was VERY, VERY, VERY lethargic. Apparently she fell asleep whilst Mary Stedmund was talking to her after they had been to eat at the Golf Club (or was it before? Not entirely sure) and her general health was very poor. Her short-term memory was terrible.
What has changed? Now she is taking twice the dose of Thyroid stimulating pills and er... other medications.
Since she only has ''light'' Diabetes type 2 it could disappear almost completely after she looses some mass. She'll have to be careful and not eat a whole bar of chocolate, but she can eat a piece or two. She has livened up and isn't so tired, however it will take a few weeks for the medication to start working.
Her memory- has it improved? Yes and no. It varies from day to day and even from hour to hour. At times she can come close to being her former self and then she falls back into the pit that is forgetfulness. Why these fluctuations? That is THE question (at least in this case it is). We can only hope that she improves over the next few weeks as the pills start to take effect properly.
Thanks to her new diet she should be less dehydrated and loose mass and therefore gain Physical health. As a consequence of more outside stimulation perhaps her obliviousness will subside too.
Problems: Grandpa mollycoddles her and thinks she is incapable of lifting her little finger.
Proof to contradict this: when Grandpa went to the Golf Club on Sunday, he stayed until 17:00. My mother stayed at home and did the washing. Granny emptied the dishwasher and made herself a drink!!! If he'd have been there, she'd have asked him to do it. She takes the easy option, because Grandpa complies and does it.
When my mother went in the attic to look for some boots, Granny was half-way up that ladder in fear that she'd throw her stuff away! On a side note: how the heck we're going to sleep up there with her violent reaction to people going up there even temporarily is somewhat of a mystery...
As my father said, she needs brain stimulation, she can't always ask him what she should have to eat in a restaurant and what she should wear. She isn't as decrepit as Gramps thinks! How this can be achieved is (yet again) a problem.
If she becomes lighter, moves around more and stimulates her metabolism, we must hope, pray (whether you believe in God or not) and hope some more that her brain activity will augment. Mary Stedmund would take her out, even if she doesn't want to and asks whether they can go home, but she doesn't do it, because the way Granny is now, she needs to sit down every 5 minutes.
What can we do? As such nothing except to ring up or at least try to... In the summer: try and motivate Granny by playing card games, making her knit or embroider and talking to her, even if that is frustrating, since she doesn't really take part and we'd end up talking to each other or the wall...
Worst of all is not the memory loss. It's how her character changed and how she has acquired a lack of logic so immense that it makes you cringe. She used to be interested in looking nice, used to make jam and be really bouncy. Sort of like Mrs Weasly. Now she just sort of sits there and stares into space. You wonder whether her old self is locked up somewhere in there and is trying to escape. ''Ignorance is bliss'', but is it really? What if she wants to communicate and can't? Sort of like being paralysed and you try and reach out and interact with your surroundings, but you can't...
Moving on to the tree. Frankly it would be no great loss if they did snuff it. They are too weird to be allowed, like those moving Yahoo! smileys... Also, what the deuce have they done with Tommy and why do they need 3 horse trailers? Strange people. Weirdoes to say the least...
Grisou: don't know what else to add, he hasn't been for a while and I looked under the tree he went to die under last time, but he wasn't there. There are different reasons for his absence: he's at home, he's found a new place with a better food offer or he's dying, I mean at the Vet's! Evil man...
Peter (Hancock): he bought a Jag. How can he afford a Jag with his job? Unless he's got a rich (second) wife stashed away somewhere. Uh oh, must have watched too many ''Silent Witness'', ''CSI'' and ''Nip/Tuck'' episodes! Seriously, Grandpa is enthralled with that car! Peter and Ruth took them out to The Mount Peasant, I mean Mount Pleasant and drove them in his Jag. A Jag in Doncaster is like a ''clean'' druggie! At least it should be, but apparently there were quite a few parked outside the Mount Pheasant, er... I mean Pleasant. Groovy! Hope he takes us! Also I want to see the family tree and make a tapestry like Sirius had or at least glance at it...
While we're on this topic, what idiot dragged the name of John Hancock into the dirt?? Just because Hancock sounds somewhat like Hand and Cock. Well, you can guess what it means...
Grandpa: I really fear for his limbs, especially when he's sawing something in his dimly lit garage! Painting: not dangerous unless he falls off the ladder; hammer + nails: as long as he hits the nail, it's alright; mowing the lawn: if he doesn't fall off the lawnmower and get run over by it, minimal risk; Burning the compost/rockery: possibility of the fire spreading and destroying everything; playing golf: he could be hit by a club or ball (again). Mama Mia, everything he does is dangerous!!! Oh no! At least he's got help from -what's his face?- that man who used to be a teacher with the gardening.
That's all, now comment!

So how did Physics go? Yeah, hate it when that happens! You've got 2 hours and you take 30 minutes doing ONE exercise out of 7. Whoohoops, kinda took a bit of a long time...
Yeah, I did post quite a lot... Now it's your turn!!!
Well, HE did show up! It's the Embryology prof, who nearly got a Nobel Prize!!! How cool is that?! Hope he gets it in the end! What do we want to do? Hmmm... "Screw, sleep and have fun" or that's what most people would answer. I'd settle for "passing the exams, loosing fat and gaining intelligence"!!!

Oops, my bad it's not Monty doing it; it's somebody else. Oh well, hope HE shows up or else boredom pure!!!

Dunno what to say, except I hope Monty (nickname I gave the Genetics Prof) flaming moves his butt to class and gives the refresher course. Waited around for him 45 minutes last week. He ''forgot''. What kind of lame excuse is that? I mean I'd much rather be sleeping than listening to his fascinating refresher course, but that doesn't mean I say it out loud!!! Gawd, what a waste of time that was.
Hey, there's that guy from Moser! He used to be a Chem assistant, now he's studying it. Anyway, dreamt he went around pretending to be your (general sense of the term) boyfriend and then dumped you. Sort of liked Dom Juan! It was a dream though. Maybe he really does that, but I sort of doubt it.
Talking or rather writing about Dom Juan: what's up with that guy? I mean in the Molière version it seems he likes ''picking up'' woman, proposing and then clearing off (before he marries them). Okay, but what's the point in that? I mean as far as the story goes, he doesn't even get laid, does he? So seriously why the schmuck does he do it??? He must have smoked Opium just one too many times.

Yeah, I think I must have slept on it and there was a spot on the inside of the lip. My eyes were swollen due to some kind of allergy. Stupid pollen!!! Looks like "dust balls". You know, the ones you find under beds? Can't wait 'til you come over! Having said that, the exams start then so aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!
Over n' out!

OK, here's the transcript:
Actually I won't post it, just the key events, cos you spoke to 'em earlier.
Granny seems better. How was she with you? Did she repeat herself with you? She should improve over the next few weeks and become more lively! Yay for that! That's all really. You got anything to report?

Nussbaum: "I hate you."
Me: "That's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. Also, I hope an anvil will fall on your head. One with spikes on the bottom."
If I see that woman she won't live to regret it. Having said that, my bark is worse than my bite, so I wouldn't do anything, except this:
"Hey, remember me? Well, you piece of human waste of life and space I made it and now I've got more qualifications than you will ever have. Also I'm going to sue you for psychological damage. 500'000. 500'000 POUNDS."
Later: "Actually 700'000, the damage was bigger than thought."
Now: "Rot in hell with a QUADRUPLE portion of fungus!"
"Neither a forgiver nor a "forgetter" be, that's just my philosophy."
OK, enough of that. I'll ring Granny in a few seconds. Well, 180 seconds actually. Then I'll post the "transcript".

Here are some random generated insult: this is for you Nussbaum:



and for some guy:

Yeah, she did NOT tell me! I'm always the last person to find out anything! "Oh, by the way, we're going to Germany tomorrow." WHAT?! Couldn't you have said something BEFORE? Hate it when that happens. I'll call her in a couple of hours. Anyway... Bye!!!

Welcome to the Friday discussion rubric once again. This week's discussion is: Do YOU believe in love and that it can go on forever?
OK, this is ambiguous. First of all define love. Let's do that, shall we? From dictionary.com: "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person". So that would be Platonic, but then we have the other definition: "sexual passion or desire". That's carnal love. OK, so can it last? Does love exist and is there a "love hormone"? Probably a selection of separate ones: endorphins, of course pheromones and some other ones no doubt.
The question is WHY would love exist? Is it to "spread the seed"? Hardly! Scientists have to put their old idea of "sex as the soul purpose of procreation" behind them. If everyone strides towards passing on their genes then there'd have to be some kind of connection between both individuals, right? In tarnation, if everyone is only out there to get laid, then where's the love?! Why do marriages made because of love break? Why do arranged ones turn out better? Here's he proof:
Omi's "true" love was -to quote The Sheriff of Rottingham from "Robin Hood: Men in tights"- "dispatched" during the 2nd World War. He drove into a ditch and his tank exploded. She met Opa somehow, guess he lived in the village/town. At the end of the war he offered to marry her so she wouldn't loose her belongings or something completely unromantic reason. They stayed married 'til the end. The only reason my parents got married so that they didn't have to fill this tax form in again (you had to count all your belongings and how much they were worth). My mother says they would have married anyway. Who knows?
On the side we have Granny and Grandpa: married, still lovin' each other. So yes...
Why do you think Romeo and Juliet were killed off? Would R still be serenading J when she turns old and wrinkly? Sort of doubt it...
Either way and this is VERY important: Never sleep with the guy on your first date!!! "Don't call me I'll call you." In other words: you've seen the last of him!
Sorry this was unsrtuctured and quite weird, but there's one thing you've gotta know: I trust humans as far as I can throw 'em (and since most are obece, that's not far at all)!!! So dunno where Voltaire and Rousseau went and found "the good side" of humans, 'cos I don't see one! Anyway, I'm sort of => if you want something done properly, do it yourself and if someone (you've never spoken to before) compliments you they usually want something. As you can see, not good and I forgot Crazy. Sort of doubt that Platonic love can last and once carnal love is "achieved" it subsides. So, yeah...
From a scientific point of view: Since the point IS to spread the seed (as well as getting laid), it would be logical that it subsides to enable a greater genetic diversity. Maybe could ask Monty (Genetics Prof)?
-Hey, Monty I've got a question.
M: Shoot.
-Is love ever-lasting?
M: What?
-You heard me. Also can you smell love?
M: What are you implying?
-Nothing, it's just a question.
M: I don't answer questions like that!
-Why? You gay or something?
M: NO!!!
- Oh. Homophobic then?
M: I'm leaving!
-Hey! What about the questions???
M: Goodbye!!!
-Er... You could have said that you are having marital problems...
Better not ask him then... So what do you think? (We'll discuss the "existence" of soul mates next week)

I looked like an abomination of nature this morning!!! Huge lip and swollen eyes! You'd have thought someone had injected Botox in it! Luckily the swelling's practically completely gone!

Sorry, shouldn't be posting all this trash now that Granny is in hospital, but I'm immoral and weird, remember? At least with the right treatment her memory might improve! She has Diabetes type 2, so she'll have to diet and the dehydration can be "mended" by drinking less coffee. So all in all her general health should improve!
I fail to see the positive side to Omi's death and Hitler's existence, but there's got to be one somewhere. People die every day. Hopefully mad men like Hitler will be taken seriously and stopped before it's too late!!! Again...
Yeah, the depression's over, but only because I'm much too tired to be sad or happy or anything at all for that matter...

Now for a bit of nonsense: now here's for your enjoyment or is that punishment? You have the privilege, no HONOUR of reading this preview for the story, which may be created with the Sims 2. It's a Romedy (Romantic Comedy), 'cos a Tragemania/ Tragimance/ Romagedy (Tragic Romance i.e. Romeo and Juliet) is just double boring!!!
Here's the summary: Amy Willows a 35 year old journalist (?) has had enough of her single life! When she finally found Julian Lovegood she thought her life would no longer be filled with loneliness and sorrow. Little did she know that Julian was only toying with her heart and emotions. We shall see who has the last laugh as the tables turn...
Summarized summary: Basically Amy falls in love with Julian. At first he doesn't care for her that way. (He's got a girlfriend?) She calls him 5 x a day. He's getting bored. (He tells her he has a g/f.) She pretends not to care. He feels lonely and realizes he loves her. Will she forgive him? Why am I asking you?
Summarized summarized summary: Amy loves Julian. He doesn't. Tables turn. J loves A.

• a) Will she forgive him? (Yes otherwise it'll be a tragic romance, which is even worse than a Romance!!! Plus it's a Romedy.)

• b) Is he married? (No, too immoral + difficult to arrange.)

• c) She's obsessed. He's scared. His feelings change. Will hers? (Yes, since I'm the author and you're not and I make the decisions and you have nothing to say!)

1st preview (so first she has a few flings, right? Here's one she had with a guy of 25):

Amy: There's something I need to tell you...
Guy: You're gay!
Amy: No...
Guy: Oh, I'm gay?
Amy: Er, not that I know of.
Guy: I'm really a woman!
Amy: No! Stop guessing!
Guy: OK. You're really 35.
Amy: N... How did you know?
Guy: Saw it on your driving licence.
Amy: Oh. Hey, wait a tick there are no driving licences in the Sims!
Guy: Well, that's what it said in the script.
Amy: Show me that!
Guy: I was only kidding...
As you can see the end "skypes out" AKA goes off-topic...

2nd preview (Amy is talkin' to Julian):
Amy: I love yo...
Julian: Before you say anything, there is something you should know.
Amy: What? (Like Maid Marian when Robin says: "You'll never believe this." in "Men in tights")
Julian: I have a girlfriend (wife).
Amy: WHAT?! (Like Maid Marian after Robin says: "It won't open!")
Julian: Sorry...
Amy: I meant: I love your coat. It's a really nice coat!
Julian: You're not angry at me?
Amy: Oh, I knew all along.
Julian: You did?
Amy: Yes. I'd love to stay and all that, but I really must dash! (Runs off)
Julian: (calls after her) Can I call you?

3rd preview (On balcony. A on it, J below it):
Julian: I can't live without you!
Amy: Really? Well, you should have thought of that BEFORE!
Julian: Give me a second chance!
Amy: What for? So you can make a fool of me again?
Julian: Please...
Amy: Get lost or I'll get a restraining order against you!
Julian: (sings) I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry...
Amy: Shut up! (Slams door)

The thing is how to turn this into a Romedy rather than a Romagedy? How in Love's name do they get back together??? 'Cos the point was to NOT integrate person C... Oh well, since this probably won't be written/created anyway, who cares? It's pathetic!

Yeah, my mother just called, well "just" is a bit of an over-exaggeration; it was 2 hours ago. She said Granny had improved and Grandpa was feeling better. She didn't mention the pills though.
Ya know, or you don't since I'm going to tell you right now, it said something in my Chem book about dehydration causing mental troubles! Did you ever see Granny drink anything other than coffee when we went over? Small things such as hypothermia can cause mental defects as well. There was this story in the same Chem book about an 80 year old woman, who was completely on the ball, all of a sudden becoming lethargic and confused in the library. The doctors thought she had a stroke, because she fell into a kind of light coma, but a nurse realized that her body temperature was low. Old people have less blood and can't shiver for some reason so they can have a hypothermic attack in a 20 degree warm house. Seeing as Granny has quite a few "heat" reserves I sort of doubt that this would happen to her. Maybe it really was all down to not enough drinking? That would be fantastic since she wouldn't need any more pills!
Apparently I'm quite a pessimistic person. Dunno whether it's true or not. Maybe, maybe not...
Better do Chem, I'll post more later after my moom calls this evening. The nurse said she'd send a social service person around! Uh oh, hope Gramps stays cool...

Frankly I don't pray much either. As it says below somewhere or maybe it doesn't, but I'm somewhat of a pantheist: God is within us and in everything, so it would be rather pointless to pray. It has been said that people who are being prayed for and know about it recover faster. Not because God is helping them, but because they feel they are loved and feel happier and so recover faster. I did pray several times, but nothing ever happened: Omi died anyway, peace on earth is far from happening and Grandpa's eyes deteriorated nonetheless. It has to be said though that I nearly missed the train and I prayed and got it, but probably because I ran fast enough! Dunno what the effect on Granny would be. She reminds me of a restless puppy you are telling that if he sits still he'll get a bone. The dog doesn't care about later and doesn't know what you're saying (at least not as a puppy, he will do later!). She'd probably forget...
My mother went to see Grandpa's doctor behind his back to see what help they could get. With Grandpa it's always: "Why? Why? Why?" Yes, why can't he just accept help!? Why must he question everything? Why can't he see how much Carol really is doing? She's much more than a cleaner! If only your mother could persuade him. She's the favourite! If only she could be there too!
I thought Granny seemed quite with it on Sunday. I rang up to wish my mother a Happy Mother's Day and Granny said she was out and that she'd tell her I'd rung. She also knew that they were going to the golf club in the evening. She seemed so on the ball...
Listening is always important. People need to express their feelings (look who's talking!) and to tell you how they are doing. The problem is Grandpa seems to have a hard exterior, so I don't know how well he does on the "expressing his feelings'' front. Also he's a man and men are not supposed to show let alone talk about feelings! Well, that's what they say...
There is nothing we can do physically. We can't go there and administer drugs, we can't look after them and we can't organize anything. The only thing I'm saying is that if there is going to be a funeral, I'm going exams or no exams!

My mother called a while back. She (ma moom) seems -what is the English word??? In German you would say: ''Sie sieht fertig aus.'' Why does it seem the less I speak German, the better I speak it?!? Fertig in this sense does not mean finished nor (as it says on the online dictionary Leo) messed up- beat, to use the American expression. No idea what it is English English. Grandpa is not eating well and she is not sure whether he can cope on his own. Granny seems to be confused and wants to go home. She keeps asking why Grandpa can't stay instead of her. It has to be said though that she does get confused when not at home. With Granny it seems that:

• A) Things bounce off her like frogs on a trampoline.
  

• B) She doesn't realize they are happening to HER.

It's like she's a spectator to her own life or something. When she ran Grandpa over it's like she thought it had happened on TV. There was a double effect though, since she was repressing it as well as not remembering it.
Worst of all is that there is nothing we can do to help. If we could all go there, it wouldn't help. We'd be in the way and hanging around at the hospital would be pointless, frustrating and saddening. This feeling of helplessness is maddening! All we can do is pray, hope and pray some more!

Yeah, the thing is if we did bring them here, they wouldn't know anyone. Grandpa can't speak the language and nobody knows whether she suffered brain damage. Hell, not even Granny would be able to speak French now. We do have a first rate guest room, but Grandpa would get bored. There's nothing for him to do here. If they had their own house it would be rather ridiculous. There aren't any for sale near here and as you say if they can't live on their own in England, they can do it even less here. In a country in which they can't even speak the language! There'd be other complications as well. Getting a permanent living visa and everything. If they did went to your place, the climate would get to them. Look at what happened in 2003. The summer was EXTREMELY hot and many old people died through dehydration and heat stroke. At least they'd be able to speak with the people. Grandpa would be bored though. You see, they don't want to move. Grandpa has his friends there, even though Granny wouldn't care probably.
These are excuses, not good ones admittedly, but what can we do? If only Grandpa would accept help! Moving them is not an option, so help has to be brought to them somehow. I offered to give up Uni to look after them, since I failed everything anyway I could just as well be doing something productive. As you can see I started 2nd semester anyway...
Yes, my mother too seems to be taking it lightly. What I can say is: Person A is taken ill, Person A falls into a coma like state, Person A seems to recover and is lucid, next day Person A is dead. It's always like that! Someone seems to be getting better and the next day they "are no more".

Ok, got some news: the doctors said that she has high blood pressure, meaning she could have Diabetes. Ma moom is staying on a little longer to sort things out. Granny stil is in hospital and is being monitored. that's all I can say...

I've got super bad news. Didn't want to tell you this since you have enough work and stress as it is without having to add to that, but you're going to find out sooner or later, so here it is: yesterday was my mother's B-day, right? (No, this is not the bad news) Granny, Grandpa, Mr. Halsted and my moom went to The China Rose. There Granny just sort of fainted/collapsed. Luckily there was a doctor under the guests so he examined her. Since they (G+Gr+Mr. H and moom) had come in a taxi they couldn't get her to hospital, so the restaurant called an ambulance. My mother might stay longer. She called yesterday at 11 PM, but they were still in the hospital and Grandpa said that Granny could say "yes" and "no". I have to call her later on this morning, so I can't tell you anything more. I will update as soon as my mother gives me some news. Just hope there is Internet in the Physics building!
2003 and 2007 are the worst years in History! This cannot be happening again! Not now, not ever... It was horrible with Omi, going in to see her, not knowing whether she'd even be alive...
When we did go in that fateful 30th of December (2003), she was on her way out, as they say. I waited in the car, could have waited in the lobby, but I didn't want to. Saw the ambulance and a doctor come and knew they were for her. Then the doctor came back down. Tried to read his facial expression, but it was impossible. The medics came back down and the ambulance drove off, that's when I knew it was too late...
I'll tell you more later. Don't freak Maybe she just has a hormone unbalance or something...

-"Let me give you a tip."
+"No thanks. There'd be no point..."
That's what I call "casser" somebody. What's the fricking English word?!? There isn't one and you'd have thought the Yorkshire people with their "calling a spade a shovel" and "a shlong a meat and two veg" would have "invented" a word for it! The only translation that could be found - and believe you me it was NOT easy- was "being curt with somebody". Woman (or rather dictionary), it's much more than that!!! It's backfiring their insult!!! So, we'll call it "backfiring", cos "broken" doesn't work. There's also a movement to go with it! It's like "The Chop" from Robin Hood men in tights! So you go: make "The Chop" movement and say casser! Easy as that! Well you have to say something "cassant" first. Let's think, shall we?
-"You are an idiot."
+"Don't go projecting!"
Bad example, but oh well...
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-"I haven't slept well since weeks!"
="Tell me about it..."
-"OK. Well it started..."
="No, I meant "I know", not "go rambling on for hours on end!!!""
-"Oh."

Man, I need to get my brain checked over (what brain?). I'm acting as though I were constantly on crack or Ecstasy or something..
In other words I feel high, although it's probably caused through lack of sleep. Makes ya ubber-happy and crazy!!! Weeeeeeeeeee. As you can see from the posts. Stress must also add to that effect!
Peace! Over and out!!!

Talkin' about sleeping disorders:
In October at the beginning of uni we started at 08:15 and finished at 12:15 at least in the first week. One day I fell asleep on the couch and when my father came home at 19:10 I thought is was 7 AM!!! I was like: "Oh no, we're going to be late!!!" That's the problem when you're surrounded by none-digital clocks! Last Tuesday fell asleep whilst doing Chem and woke up at 5 (PM). Had a dream about my father being annoyed at me for not getting up. I thought it was 5 AM, but where was everybody??? Should have realized that it was too bright outside...

Those annoying English people across the street have a Wilson!!! I don't believe it. Maybe we could borrow it without asking one day. Those Wilson and Wilselina thingies are so expensive. Also I know where we can find a trampoline! Using it would be breaking and jumping, I mean entering!

Let's annoy Dan! Either will do... (Radcliffe or the one who doesn't flamin' answer the mails):
"Hey D! How ARE you doing?"
D: "Who are you?:
"Ouch, baby. Very ouch. I'm Ginny's replacement of course!"
D: "And YOU?"
"Cho and this is my sister er... Ahh... Ummm..."
"Cha."
D: "Right and what do you want?"
"Meeting Ron would be nice..."
"Cho, shut up! We want your money."
D: "Who doesn't?"
"And a bit of talent on your part might be good."
D: "WHAT?!"
"Yeah, you were cr... I mean rubbish."
D: "Security, I want these weirdoes out of here!"
"OK, but we've got some photos you might like to see..." (Shows them)
D: (to security guard) "No, wait I changed my mind."
"Wise decision."
"OMG, it's Rupert!!! (runs off)
"Cho get back here!"
"It's Orlando bloom!!!" (also runs off)
"Cha, where do you think you're going and why is Orlando Bloom here?! He's not even in HP!"
OB: "Yes I am! I play Firenze!"
"This is ridiculous! What next Leonardo DIsgusting as Slughorn?!"
LdC: "Yes actually..."
D: "Now, if you would awfully mind clearing off..?"
"Oh, shut up Fatty!"
D: "You'll be eating those words." (Grinning stupidly)
"You'll be smiling on the other side of your face in a minute!"
D: "I doubt that."
"I don't. Look over there! It's Voldemort!"
D: "Where?"
"Here." (punches him and steals his over-dimensional wallet!)
"Ha! I win! Oh look it's Snape!" (Runs off)

Hi People! Man, this new Bio course is nearly as bad as Chemistry and Maths combined!!! The subject in itself is all right (microbiology), but the way it's presented is a better sleeping pill than smashing your head against a solid concrete wall!!!

To Rhubi: yep it depends on the crime. Couldn't be bothered to write an ubber long post about it. So it didn't really come to any conclusions... What do you mean by "an addiction"? Are you still referring to rapists? The thing is they rape for different reasons: they feel repressed and want to show dominance or they had some kind of traumatism revolving around their mothers resulting in a profound hate for the female gender or yes they have a mental problem OR they get rejected, use knock out drugs and then do it. If it were for a different reason they could go and "visit" a prostitute... If you mean "sex addict" guess that could be another reason.

Quite a few "coincidental" things have happened recently:

1. Once again during Chemistry (the other thing is found in a different post) => I was trying to decipher a word the prof had written on the rectro-projector and as I was reading it he said it! OK, that's normal since the profs usually go over what they've written. That happened twice in the same lecture.
   
2. Later: wrote about how young people don't feel shame (was of course talking about the European/Swiss society) and the next day there was a documentary about shame in Japan! There is a type of poverty that affects 20% of the young people (they work independently from the state and earn so little that they can't afford a studio so they stay in Internet cafés -> they provide cubicles with Internet access and TV and warm drinks for 9.90 Yen a night) and they are so ashamed that they don't dare show their faces in public! That's the other extreme!
3. Had a dream about a stalker with Baseball cap => Could it be "The Cook"??? 'Cos he was wearin' one AND he did spy, so yeah...
4. Sort of => Couldn't remember what the series is called that followers the "doers" instead of the police. Then watched BBC Prime and they talked about "Murder in Mind" which was that series in question!!!
   

The question is what will happen next? You can study Zoology in Liverpool. On Facebook an add for Liverpool University kept flashing... Is it a sign, a coincidence or just a random event?
Was going to add something, but forgot what...

"Why must I be surrounded by fricken idiots?!" (Dr Evil) That's what I want to know!

Welcome to the Friday discussion rubric. Today's topic is ''Do YOU think people deserve a second chance?"
You may say ''well, it depends on what that person did...'' Granted, but say it was conning or rape, once that person was released from prison, would you be there for them? Would you stay by them or would you send them packing? If that person was truly repentant.
Nah, it will stay like this...

Pros and Contras of sleeping in the chalet:

Contras:
-There's even MORE mess in there than in the attic, relatively.
-It's also dirtier.
-If "we" were to clean it (the chalet) out:

• a) The flight leaves at -what?- 16:45 => arrives in Doncaster at about 18:00. You're hardly going to start clearing it out then, are you?
• b) We'd start with perfect sunshine and in the middle with all the stuff outside, it'd start raining ... Drip, drip, drip.
• c) Where to put all the stuff? The chairs and tables and rugs?

-We wouldn't be able to get back into the house at night 'cos of the alarm.
-It'd get ubber hot during the day and oober cold during the night.
-There are no beds in there, so we'd have to sleep on the floor once more.
-It's kinda freaky. There could be spyers or burglars could somehow bypass the alarm.
-Would Grandpa/our parents let us sleep there?

Pros:
+Out of the way, so the lounge would be free. "There's no stopping us now...'' => PARTY!!! Heh, just kidding => make as much noise as we want (if a burglar breaks in this could be a prob).
+Functional toilet, well most of the time.

Do I look like I like being insulted? Seriously, look at me and say to my face that I look like I enjoy it! (Kind of a take off of "look at me and say you never loved me'' phrase) Yeah, so much for that. There are many classes of weirdoes out there and this is one class I'm not part of! Gawd, dunno what's wrong with my father... He completely blew is top for nothing! I mean the neighbour came around with this polishing liquid and wanted the instructions translating into French. She needs it back by July. So I got the German to English (dunno where the German to French one is) and the English to French dictionary out. The Instructions were in German, English and Swedish. Didn't feel like doing it. With 3 hours sleep you can't expect great things, can you? So I said I'd do it tomorrow. My father got his knickers in a twist as though I had said that I was flunking uni, was going to marry and live in Nigeria!!! I mean I was not going to stick around to be insulted, so I left n' watched CSI on the Mac through the cable. You can connect it to the cable and use it as a TV! Sadly only in French; there is no Dual 2. What's up with that? You'd have thought I'd smashed that precious lamp!

Sorry, sort of over-emphasized liking the last verse! Since that set the mood for religious talk, here goes!
It doesn't matter whether Jesus is the biggest liar in History and just a schizophrenic paranoid self-absorbed Opium-taking (yup, they HAD and USED Opium in those days) twit or that he was married to Mary Magdalena and whether or not he really is the Son of God or NOT. What's important is his message of LOVE, RESPECT, FORGIVENESS and TOLERANCE. Words of Wisdom many after him tried to spread AKA Ghandi.
Jesus fought against a corrupt Church that took advantage of people's belief. Would he be turning in his grave if he knew what the Catholics did in the Middle Ages and even now... What did they do? Well, to finance the construction of a cathedral for the Pope (OK, it wasn't exactly IN the Middle Ages, it was in between the MA and Renaissance) the priests sold letters of pardon. All you had to do was buy God's forgiveness and you'd go to heaven. You could even buy them for your dead relatives so they could leave purgatory (which no longer exists since the new Pope thinks it's a stupid idea). Martin Luther (he's NOT the same as Martin Luther KING), a German monk was appalled at this. ''You can't BUY forgiveness, you have to be truly repentant!'' He wrote his theses and wanted some change. Unfortunately, the Pope was anything else but happy to receive criticism from a lowly monk and wanted him killed. Luther had some supporters who protested with him. They called themselves PROTESTANTS. A new Religion was born. Think ML escaped to Switzerland, not sure maybe he just hid in a noble man's castle in Germany.
At the same time Calvin and another guy who's name always escapes me was reforming Geneva. Ever since the revocal of the edits of Nantes (it stated that protestants could live in peace alongside Catholics, working freely without being decapitated, put ubber-simplistically) by Louis the er... er... 14th(?), many of the Huguenots (protestants) flooded into Switzerland. Mainly Geneva and Vaud. Geneva thrived under the Calvinists. They were mega-strict. Basically identical to the Puritans in England. Puritans are English Calvinists. Their rules: no fun, bars closed, special clothes, only book allowed: the Bible, earned money must be given to the Church or put back into the state or job. Hospitals were built, schools and Universities. Geneva was a prosperous town. It went downhill ever since...
Many wars have been fought for religion, however it was only a pretext. The Crusades: ''God told us to take back the holy land''. Oh? Did he also say to rape, kill and pillage all the villagers on the way? Also does ''thou shalt not steal'' and ''thou shalt not kill'' ring any bells? All they wanted was land and money. Religion was only an excuse. Even if Religion did not exist wars would still have been fought. Hitler still would have built concentration camps and millions of people (Gypsies, blacks, Easterners, gays, etc...) still would have lost their lives.
To come back to ''God told us...''. God didn't tell you anything. What, did you really think he's a kindly old man sitting on the clouds watching down? Sorry to bust your bubble, but that seems unlikely. The best ''Philosophy'' is: pantheism. God is everywhere or more specifically God=Nature. God is within us. We are part of this nature and our point in life is in this er... life. How he came to be is THE question. Religion comforts many people, takes their fear from dying and gives them a purpose.
Extremists drag their whole ethnic and religious groups into the dirt. What about all those Muslims who live peacefully? The only ''problem'' I have with them, is that they downgrade women and sorry to say, but treat them like shit!!!
Other than that, why can't we live in peace? Why must humans be so greedy? In this world in which money has more value than a human life, where men who are supposed to protect and lead are corrupt and respect is a foreign word, how can we expect to live in peace? You're neighbour's garden looks greener, his wife/her husband better and his money more abundant than yours, you can't just let it be. Jealousy, then anger sets in. Anger turns to action and the action is murder...
Also, young people don't have any respect these days and their values seem perverted. Shame is something they don't know about. I mean if you hadn't done the work required of you and the teacher asked you to present it, wouldn't you feel ashamed or at least embarrassed at being reprimanded in front of the whole class? They don't. Cool as a cucumber they sit there looking almost bored. No apology, no excuse. Nothing. They come late and don't apologize. The already annoyed teacher looks on the verge of exploding. It's only polite to say sorry (and preferably mean it). Respect of elders, law and people situated above you (teachers, directors) is no longer guaranteed. OK, you have to earn respect and it's good to question someone's authority, but they do it all the time!
Oops, that went ubber-oober off-topic!!! So conclusion: Jesus brought his death on himself. If he'd have shut up and not criticized the way things were run, he'd have been OK. Er... Whoohoops (like in Scary Movie). His message is important even if he was only someone like Marthin Luther King or Ghandi and not an in-vitro clone of God implanted into Mary. Religion is what people make it. That's it really. Not much else to say, except don't believe everything it says in the Bible/Koran and don't let people squash your beliefs out of you EXCEPT if it involves the earth being flat or no evolution. The End!!

I like the last refrain of this hymn! Here's the whole thing, but it's the last verse I really like:

A Touching Place

To the lost, Christ shows His face
To the unloved He gives his embrace
To those who cry in pain or disgrace
Christ makes with His friends a touching place.
Christ’s is the world in which we move,
Christ’s are the folk we’re summoned to love,
Christ’s is the voice which calls us to love,
And Christ is the one who leads us here.
Refrain
Feel for the people we most avoid,
Strange or bereaved or never employed,
Feel for the women and feel for the men
Who fear that their living is all in vain.
Refrain
Feel for the parents who’ve lost their child,
Feel for the women who men have defiled,
Feel for the baby for whom there’s no breast,
And feel for the weary who find no rest.
Refrain
Feel for the lives by life confused,
Riddled with doubt, in loving abused,
Feel for the lonely heart, conscious of sin,
Which longs to be pure but fears to begin.
Refrain

Yup, it's the one in red that I like!!!

Hi People. After those wonderful animations and pictures, here's a nice fascinating text to complete the boredom.
Since your house has been rented out by some moron, there are five options:

1. Those guys clear off.
2. They "get cleared off".
3. They sleep in the tent/chalet/attic/shed.
4. You "rent" a room from them.
5. We sleep in the attic.

Let's discuss this, shall we?
Point 1: Unlikely unless we start singing opera.
Point 2: That'd be mean. On what basis can they be thrown out?
Point 3: Somehow that seems ubber, not to mention oober unlikely. Don't think Grandpa would be too thrilled...
Point 4: If anyone should be renting here, it's them!
Point 5: This is what the actual post will be about. The other points were just space-fillers!

Sleeping in the attic: the pros and the contras:
PROs and CONTRAs mixed:

+It's out of the way. Which means the lounge would be free. Grandpa would be less stressed and annoyed about the mess.
-The question is whether Grandpa and your parents would let us stay up there, 'cos the ladder would have to be kept down during the night.
+There are beds up there and that sure beats sleeping on the floor.
-There's so much junk on them. Where to put it all?
+There's a toilet and a sink up there! Fully functional and everything.
-It'll be very hot up there and stuffy.
+If the windows are kept open at night and the ventilator (maybe) brought up, it'd be cool (as in cold, not groovy).
-It’s dirty up there.
+Ma moom said she could clear it out when she goes there on Thursday.
-It’s annoying to have to keep going up there to fetch stuff (swimming costume, hat, sweater, new socks, etc…)
+We could leave some stuff downstairs, in your mother’s old room for instance.
-If someone stays up late and watches TV it could be disturbing for us and the ladder would get in their way.
+There’s a door that separates the “bedroom” part of the attic from the rest and if the worst came to the worst, the ladder could be pushed up a bit.
-Someone could sleepwalk out and fall down “the hole” and the ladder thus resulting in serious injuries.
+No one really sleepwalks anymore…
-It’s freaky. Burglars could break in!!!
+We’re talking about the attic here, not the chalet! Anyway, that’s not something a good helping of cabbage wouldn’t cure… Booby traps could be set up and the windows could be tilted (if that’s possible).
-We don’t know whether granny looks through our stuff…
+Yes we do… Granny couldn’t snoop through our stuff any more.
+It’s more private => Could watch films on the comp/bring a spare TV up, read and work.
Finito. What do you think? Hope YOU want to sleep