It's planning to get real silly round here very..

soon.

I know. Uncharacteristic of any place I should be, being an eminently sensible person. Whatever eminently means. Not really sure, actually.. I flat out don't know, but it sounds right.

Ok so I'm online, and I just consulted the dictionary.. and the definition (that is for "eminent" is:

1.high in station, rank, or repute; prominent; distinguished: eminent statesmen.
2.conspicuous, signal, or noteworthy: eminent fairness.
3.lofty; high: eminent peaks.
4.prominent; projecting; protruding: an eminent nose.

er.. still not sure.

Whatever. Anyway, like I said it's highly unusual for me, or my environment to be silly.. but, it is the end o the year. You know what's coming.

Yes.. the "holidays" as the kids call them nowadays. It's now the 2nd day of the month of November so I calculate in 3, 2, 1 days...

er.. it probably started about 4 days ago, some time in late October. It's just going to get sillier from here on.

*puts on googly eye glasses*

The word "glum" comes to mind.

I've been having a serious case of the blahs recently. You know when you're just feeling... bla.. and you just can't figure out why.. there's no reason, everything is just... blah. A combination of worries, irritating people, the pointlessness of modern life getting to you, that sort of thing. Oh and feeling like life is passing me by and I'm not doing anything that I want to be doing moving towards much desired goals bla bla bla.. blah.. nevermind what I "should" be doing.. that's not happening much or in an ideal way either.. meaning I've got not money and that doesn't help.

I suppose I do have some very definite clear cut reasons why I'm feeling like this. Not to mention the not so clear cut but.. "grumble, whine" what's the point sort of non contemplating. It's not a good combination of stuff.

I'm not sure that made any sense, but does life ever make sense? Does anything ever make sense? Is there such a thing as sense? It's a word in the dictionary but what does it REALLY MEAN?

Well, there are 18 different definitions so I won't post it all here.. but yeah, it does mean stuff. *feels a bit sheepish*

Still.. makes you think doesn't it?

I think I want to drink some more.

Sometimes I reckon it would be cool...

to have one of those blogs that get tons and tons of comments.. even on really short posts that don't really say anything. Know what I mean?

A couple of things.

I had all these ideas in my head to write about, but I forgot them.

Oh well.. can't have been all that important then. Mostly stupid stuff like.. um.. it'll come to me, at some time when I'm not writing or about to write and I'll store it away in the murky recesses of the lump o grey matter and by the time I'll get around to writing again it will be forgotten. Just a prediction.

Oh I changed my profile pic. Well I haven't as of speaking but I sort of intend to so if I do in the near future then it will be changed by the time anyone gets around to seeing it. And if I narrow it down to people who a) read, b) regularly read c) regularly read and have been for a while so they would recognize that it's changed well... that's one person, if I'm lucky.

I really should start.. um.. what was it again?

We're getting there.

The first month o' the year is usually.. well, the status us leaving much to be desired, at least for me, at least this particular one, at least that's the excuse I like to use for grumbling, not getting anything done that I put off the last 4 months of the last year because it was/was nearing the holiday season, and for hoping it might improve when that dreaded Jan is over with.

Well, it's not over yet, and it's not the last day of it all so we're hardly sitting pretty yet but we're nearing it. What will happen then is anyone's guess but my guess is not much, things will be pretty much like they are now but with a few more minutes of daylight, which isn't a bad thing really.

I.E Nothing going on at all.*

*see last at least 5 posts during a slow posting period being about nothing at all, and at least the 7 before that being something of a stretch.

So we've made it to Friday..

It's Friday, again. We've now spent a full week in this year.

I really don't have anything to say. It snowed here, looks pretty and stuff.

That's not what I ordered.

I was going to write more witty, pithy, kooky things about my trip to Italy but.. the time has passed and it's "literally" ancient history now. So it'll have to wait.

I'm back at home, in the doldrums. Yes, I live in the doldrums, it's quite nice here this time of year actually, a little known fact. It doesn't change the fact that I have ominous heavy shit hanging over me, which surprisingly, or unsurprisingly if you know me as well as I do, is easy enough to put out of my head and figure out what I'll do until the last minute. I mean it is sorta the last minute, but nevertheless.

There really isn't much going on.

I went to Rome :)

It's such a lovely day...

That I think I might go frolic in the park. A guy from my class and maybe some more people are joining me. He he.. actually it's what we call "rehearsal" but we only say that because we like to make it look like we do something resembling work sometimes...

It's Friday. I think I'm gonna get drunk tonight.