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There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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Typing typing nonsense.
Moths bad. Moths that try to attack me worse. Moths that try to fly into my mouth are just so dead.

Radiohead has been playing tonight. Sit Down, Stand Up is a good song, but I can never seem to count down how many times the rain drops. It ranges from 44 to 48 for some reason, but then I always start to think of other things whilst listening and losing concentration. Apparently, it's 46. Apparently.

My mind will not rest. It is all over the place. It was discussing the viability of a person playing with draughts pieces defeating a person playing with chess pieces, until I remembered one bishop will always be on an incorrect colour to the draughts pieces. Still, until my mind stops it's being considered.

I have so many notepads. I love the ability to write, but alas with paper you can always lose it all. Your memories, your stories, theories... your life... could be gone in seconds. But then that's just like how a computer can erase all your data... it's strange. So much of our lives involve things we take for granted, that we could lose in an instant.

I feel like I have some popcorn stuck in my throat. This is quite unpleasant, but it'll pass. Probably won't stop my cough from being irritated further, though.

Dawn looks nice today. I shall enjoy the sleep I eventually get.

Babbling is infectious. You see one start it, you realise "Hey! I remember when I used to think like that, when did I begin to structure myself so, did I make this journal accessible for all?" I remember when my journal was a hodgepodge of personalness, and now it feels dumbed down to a lowest common denominator at times. Which is fortunate as oft that may well be myself a few days later wondering what the hell I was on about.

I always thought Knives Out sounds like a reversed Paranoid Android. It feels so false, yet seems so nice. It's the equivalent of squirty cream in a can.

Kittens are strange creatures. They like to sit on keyboards sometimes. Why? It's not exactly what I'd consider comfortable. I say they're passing messages onto criminal masterminds, who interpret their cries of "================]]errrrrrrftttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttkllllll
)YYYYYYY0999999\" into something evil and devilish, like "I have stolen all the haddock in Kidderminster."

I apparently read "This user is online" as "This user is urine". Is that a sign I should shut up and go to sleep? Of course it is!

...yeah, okay. I will now.

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So much of our lives involve things we take for granted, that we could lose in an instant.

I remember reading about the BBC (I think it was), and how they'd recorded all their programmes in the 80s on some obscure medium. They now have to use some really ancient playback system to utilise the content they'd stored.

Basically, because technology moves on pretty fast, it can leave a lot of information behind if you're not careful.

I have stolen all the haddock in Enfield.

Every day you sound less British and more Human.

Should I be offended?

I counted 47 raindrops. I think I might have lost track at the end, though, and I was buggered if I was going to do it all again. I think it's either 47 or 48, though.

I usually end up with 47. Once 48. A few times 46. Once 44. Er.

oh, absolutely...

Lol, you make some very honest and funny entries sometimes Dean. Wel, first off I wanted to apologise for not seeing you on AIM the next day when I cleary said I was going to. I know, I suck when it comes to time-keeping and sometimes promises. I derserve a kick for that (*kick* ow! Hey, how'd I manage to get my leg all the way up there?). *ahem* And secondly I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner to the post you sent me in reply to my last subject on my own LJ. I do actually have a crash plushie...a tiny one, but that was so sweet of you I could have burst. (hugs you tight) Thank you.
Also, I know basically how you feel in terms of the mind and it's failure in shutting up when it should do. Maybe if my mind would do that to me instead of constantly day-dreaming I could feel the joy of drawing and writing, just like I used to do in my olden days (sorta olden anyway). Sometimes I get the feeling like I only have the talent to copy and not make characters of my own or do something with the drawing abilities that I have. Ok, this is somewhat going off topic to your own post but then I'm in a blabbing mood. I'm trying to ignore moaning constantly in the way I used to back when I was an internet artist/wizkid, back when I was on the net constantly and whining for peoples' attention as to wether my art was good enough and that I felt people weren't responding to my own artwork, guestbooks or livejournals. I have to admit, I seem to get atleast one person replying once in a blue moon on my livejournal and sometimes I wish I'd stop expecting the same results in my own artwork, but that would be me taking advantage of my friends. I wonder if I'm selfish, or honest. Honesty was what got me kicked out of university. I loved acting but I don't know if I could be an actor if it meant I couldn't find work as a cartoonist, animator or writer. Sometimes I get like this and then feel embarressed to say this in front of my friends and family who I need (really) need in these tough times. Why? Again, that would require an explanation...Sadly my mind goes on and on...
Holy christmas, I went on didn't I? Erm, to get to the next point...erm, yeah moths can also be annoying. And what is it with them and the lights? If it hurts to touch why bother? *sigh* poor blighters.
It's nice to just blab out random things isn't it? :) I'm sorry for going on there. (hugs again)

Re: oh, absolutely...

Don't you worry at all, you. It's very nice to hear from you :)

I should find out your phone number and blab with you for a bit, or something, heheh.

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