It’s. So. Cold.
I love being English. The joy of being able to whinge and complain about the weather safe in the knowledge that folk in parts of America, Canada, Scandinavia and Eastern Europe are really suffering is eerily fandangly. And they get to laugh at the feeble nation that we are, so all’s fair and whatnot.
I just wish that the buses weren’t so damn chilly every morning. I pay lots of money to use the buses, the least they can do is put the heating on. Brrr.
My weekend consisted of meals out with the FutureInLaws, chocolate cake, alcohol, swimming, reading boring documents from solicitor’s, dreams of the Internet, laughing at The Blokey nattering to himself in his sleep, buying birthday presents, fighting the crowds doing their weekly supermarket shopping, chatting on the phone [yucky], pulling a muscle in my leg, snuggling up with The Blokey under the duvet and topping up my social calendar for the next two weekends …
My Monday consisted of shivering at the bus stop, being late for work, discovering that one of our most hated students has a nice side, being called an f’ing prick by one of my favourite students [I know I shouldn’t have favourites, but there you go], yawning loudly during our meeting, researching symmetry [something that one of the other TAs should have done, but which has fallen in my lap, grrr], shivering at the bus stop [again] and people/snow-watching …
This has left me brain-dead. Totally without personality or hope. And so I have succumbed to the dreaded question and answer session which does frustrate me sometimes. But it’s in honour of Lyns because she made a Xanga entry over the weekend … *jumps up and down in some manic form of insane dancing* …
If you could become any person (past or present) for a day who would you choose and why?
Jesus. Or Muhammad. Maybe even Siddhatha. I’d like to know what characteristics they possessed. And I’d like to know what was going through their heads at any given moment. Or, oooh, Alan Rickman’s wife. Then I could get down and dirty with the sexy beast himself …
List 3 items that you always have on your bedside table, not including the lamp:
How do you know I have a lamp? [*eyes darting around the Xanga room in a fit of paranoia*] I also have a box of tissues [only in case I wake up in the night with a nose dribbling snot, not for any other reason *cough*], a pile of books and a purple alarm clock. Boring, eh?
If you had a theme song what would it be?
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. Because they do.
If you could travel into the future, how far would you want to go?
As far as I could. I expect that little steps, taking a gander at a week from the present, would be fine and dandy really.
If you were famous what would you be famous for?
Being the leader of a bizarre religious cult. Or something religious anyways. Like discovering something faith-altering about some religious leader.
What is the worst present anyone has ever given you?
I don’t think I’ve ever had a present that was truly horrid. I’m just too nice and love everything that everybody buys me.
Do you think it should be legal to clone humans? What about pets? Would you clone yours if you could?
Ooh no. How horrid. Each animal and human is unique. Why would anyone want to create something that isn’t unique? It should never become legal. It makes me feel ill. And sad. And terrible for being human. And how will the cloned human or animal feel when they realise that they’re not unique? Pah. Nature should be allowed to take its course, it isn’t something that should be messed with.
Tiredness consumes me. And thoughts of EastEnders arouse me. As does The Blokey. And the thought of lashings of cheese melting on a jacket potato …. Mmmmm …
please God bless me for sinning and doing the q and a xxx Elsabeth