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Wow it’s been awhile since I blogged, I think I was just really uncredibly tired from last week, I mean for frak’s sake it was like one thing after another, in 40 degree heat no less. Not to mention how badly my wallet suffered, literally not figuratively–though I could stand to tighten my belt.
Anywho, what’s been happening lately, aside from being offline a lot more than before, which is doing me wonders, I’ve noticed that I’ve lost one of my quirks. I don’t notice the seemingly insignificant little things about the world around me any more.
A lot of you who have spent significant amounts of time around me would probably remember doing this a LOT, much to the chagrin of others. Who knows, maybe the little autist in me’s just on holiday and’ll come back with the new uni year.
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While I’m not really noticing the little things, I am noticing a few big things, MY PEN—, I just couldn’t resist… Anywho, I’ve noticed that moderation is not really something that the fates weaved throughout my life. for some reason I’ve always gone from über highs one day to be followed by über lows the next; full schedule this week, yet totally barren after; total dry spell one month, unbelievably action-packed the next, and the list goes on.
I’m sure that if yo think of things on average, it probably balances out, but seriously, it is tiring and makes it near umpossible to plan out how I’m gonna use what extra money I have left after expenses, which is surprisingly a pretty good amount.
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Also, while I’ve been losing one of my quirks, I seem to have gained a few more to make up for it. One, I’ve been putting arbitrary, non-whole numbers into idioms for some reason for example, instead of;
That is so wrong on so many levels!
I’ve seem to have been saying
That is wrong on exactly three and a half levels
Another, I’ve been making some strange analogies lately. One that really sticks out in my mind right now is this on;
They are so mellow they make chamomile tea look like a raving lunatic
And lastly, eversince I watched The Devil Wears Prada, whenever I’m angry my thoughts come out in this flippin English accent, damn you Michael Bublé’s girlfriend!!
