Friday

Ah now....

I just realised that I speak to myself when I am typing, writing and in general doing things.... strange......

I have spent the day reading about prehistoric San Art on the internet and I am still none the wiser on the whole issue, there is no-way I care enough about David Lewis Williams to write a reassuring or convincing 2,000 words. Maybe I should write him a letter and tell him how boring his career is and then attempt to steer him i the right direction... that could be more productive right now....

I changed to Meteor- it was the cheap Michael O Leary streak in me....

Everytime I do a spell check on this thing the abc larky dude tells me that I am spelling internet wrong because I will not give it a capital I..... well I point blank refuse to....

internet,internet,internet,internet,internet....HA

Tuesday

I can't sleep- it's 3.30am and I am this close to just starting my day "slightly" on the early. Is that normal?

I finished Harry Potter yesterday morning and I think I spent the last 300 pages sobbing..... how one person can have so much imagination is just amazing, the fact that she knew how it would end even before she finished the first is fantastic. i do envy her the talent. But not the fame or attention she has received in recent years.

I don't know why she had to make everything so difficult for Harry (yes this is a blog about Harry Potter....), as in why did he have to be a orphan, being raised by relatives who didn't love or even like him and barely fed him. I know the descriptions of the Dursleys was sometimes amusing yet I think the fact that they were so horrible mad me hate the life Harry must have had before we met him. But what is even worse is- he didn't have a life before we met him. How much does that suck? I am obviously 12.......

Does that mean though that people who have the more difficult life will end up the successful one? Cause if it is then I am sorted.....
While idle online I spent 26euro on a Harry Potter audio book, which is something I really shouldn't have done. It's not that I can't afford it- but I feel that the guilt should have hit me, I should now be cursing myself for my careless spending. But the only reason I am feeling guilty is because I have no guilt.

Who decided that money was going to be important in the first place? I think it is a stupid fixation and when I become leader of the world I will burn all money and we will go back to the good old days of barter- be prepared. I would start raising chickens now to avoid the rush.