Sweet Monday...
Ah Mondays... I love 'em. No classes... netball at night... Mythbusters! What's not to love? Actually, Monday did cheat on me that one time... filthy skank... but all's forgiven. Like I always say, "Don't forget to floss!", but closer to the point, "Life's too short to hold grudges". Also, I half agree with the old parable (not quite the word I was searching for, but it'll suffice. Hit me with a comment if you know the word) "Forgive and forget". I'm all for forgiveness, but what good comes from forgetting? If you forget the incident, nothing has been learned. I prefer "Forgive, but never forget". This way you can get on with your life and have the knowledge of how future situations can be avoided. What this has to do with Mondays, you tell me. Perhaps the word "forgive" was invented on a Monday, I don't know, clearly I'm not a cobbler... if I was, my shoes would be hole free (which they are, but that doesn't nessecarily mean I'm a cobbler myself. Perhaps I've had them mended by a proffesional cobbler, perhaps my shoes are fairly new and haven't worn through yet. Either way, how should I know? I'm clearly not a candlestick maker).
The first half on this Monday was great, and involved sleep.
The second half was fairly so-so, from the bad bowl of Corn Flakes I had at 1:30pm (the bastard tried to steal my wallet), to our 5th (or maybe 6th, who's counting? Not me obviously. I'm not a cobbler) consecutive loss in netball at around 10pm. Now I'm sure you're all wondering about the Corn Flakes, but honestly there's not much to tell, apart from the obvious facts that they were both corny and flakey, and later became milky (ok so perhaps the milkiness wasn't that obvious as I hadn't previously specified that I'd added milk to the concoction). I spent the remainder of the afternoon reading random blogs in an attempt to escape from the plethora of university assignments piling up. A friend suggested to me back in '76 that burying your head in the sand until it all blows over is a good way to escape your problems in life, but not wanting to get sand in my vagina it's a remedy I've avoided... although I've recently learned that boys don't have vaginas, and even if they did they probably wouldn't be on their heads. But still, as I have only one head I may not be a boy as I had thought these past seven weeks, and so I think it'd be best to just avoid the head-in-sand-sticking altogether (if you don't get that joke, check the grammar of the previous sentence). I did manage to get through one assignment though. It took me a whole hour! It's times like these I wish I was a cobbler...
The second half was fairly so-so... oh wait, I've already done this paragraph.
The second... sorry, did it again. Let me find my place...
So that about wraps up my Monday. My favourite part was when the donkey was playing basketball, but you just read all about that in the last seven paragraphs so I won't bother repeating myself, but man that was funny wasn't it! I mean who'd have thought a donkey could've made that shot... unbelievable. Anyway, I've been typing for long enough already so I'll say my goodbyes in the manner of a bilingual Chinaman: Auf wiedersehn!
N.B. There was a sad lack of Donkey Konga today, which is the perfect segue for this photo.
(Ok so maybe that segue was a little flawed... but just a little)
Todays blog was brought to you by the words: Cobbler and Chinaman
The first half on this Monday was great, and involved sleep.
The second half was fairly so-so, from the bad bowl of Corn Flakes I had at 1:30pm (the bastard tried to steal my wallet), to our 5th (or maybe 6th, who's counting? Not me obviously. I'm not a cobbler) consecutive loss in netball at around 10pm. Now I'm sure you're all wondering about the Corn Flakes, but honestly there's not much to tell, apart from the obvious facts that they were both corny and flakey, and later became milky (ok so perhaps the milkiness wasn't that obvious as I hadn't previously specified that I'd added milk to the concoction). I spent the remainder of the afternoon reading random blogs in an attempt to escape from the plethora of university assignments piling up. A friend suggested to me back in '76 that burying your head in the sand until it all blows over is a good way to escape your problems in life, but not wanting to get sand in my vagina it's a remedy I've avoided... although I've recently learned that boys don't have vaginas, and even if they did they probably wouldn't be on their heads. But still, as I have only one head I may not be a boy as I had thought these past seven weeks, and so I think it'd be best to just avoid the head-in-sand-sticking altogether (if you don't get that joke, check the grammar of the previous sentence). I did manage to get through one assignment though. It took me a whole hour! It's times like these I wish I was a cobbler...
The second half was fairly so-so... oh wait, I've already done this paragraph.
The second... sorry, did it again. Let me find my place...
So that about wraps up my Monday. My favourite part was when the donkey was playing basketball, but you just read all about that in the last seven paragraphs so I won't bother repeating myself, but man that was funny wasn't it! I mean who'd have thought a donkey could've made that shot... unbelievable. Anyway, I've been typing for long enough already so I'll say my goodbyes in the manner of a bilingual Chinaman: Auf wiedersehn!
N.B. There was a sad lack of Donkey Konga today, which is the perfect segue for this photo.
(Ok so maybe that segue was a little flawed... but just a little)
Todays blog was brought to you by the words: Cobbler and Chinaman
