Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. These words successfully anounce my unconditional return to my blog which, for so long, suffered the neglect and abandonement that it was not liable to deserve. Regardless of that, here i am, casting down the events, thoughts and opinions that have guilefully became obstacles in my proverbial path of life.
Starting with the last time I posted, various things have occured not entirely without incident. My grandfather was rushed to hospital after he lost conciousness and was connected up to machines to aid his breathing. Fortunately, this panic did not go on for long as several days after, he regained conciousness and was sent to his local hospital back in Gloucester (i wish i could spell it).
My brother has been round the house a few more days than normal, possibely due to his regretable assault in Belfast which resulted in a meager bottling on the face, which left him looking rather a dodgy character for an interview he had the next day. Despite his large bruise and black eye, the interview supposedly went very well.
Amber returns back to Northern Ireland at the end of this week, a long and eagerly anticipated homecoming. Considering that Amber may be the only one reading this, i have no hesitation in expressing my unreserved adoration and unmitigated love for her. Quite frankly Amber, I am besotted with you *hug - waits eagerly for a response*. Dont forget to ask ur dad about said-chess set, and hurry up and come home lol.
Apologies in advance for the randomness of my next topic to be covered, but no words can express the anger, vexation, exation, exasperation, displeasure, crossness, irritation, irritability, indignation, pique, annoyance, fury, wrath, ire, outrage, irascibility, ill temper and aggravation caused by the unexpected detriment that inflicted me. While contently playing upon my xbox, i knew not of what horrors would befall me when suddenly the controller, which i held in my hand, snapped in two. Only after picking three shards of plastic from my flesh did it occur to me that not only was I in physical pain from the slicing of my hand, but all i was in emotional pain from the loss of my xbox controller's ability to function which has now resulted in the explicable loss of my ability to use the xbox. I still have not determined if I underetimated my own strength, or if Microsoft have belligerently released several products containing flaws, that they know full well will break in ones hands and cause shards of platic to sink into the skin of the palm and provoke the undesirable flow of blood. Either way, i still mourn at the loss of my controller. However, being optimistic, i look at the brighter side of things. Now when Im on msn chatting, the xobx can no longer distract from much more significant and importent conversations.
Today I have endured what no one should ever have to endure. I have sat and watched a feature length, headmelting, unearthly, nightmarish performance on the television by Zac Efron and other High School Musical cast members, who only succeeded in proving to me that there ARE movies more horrific than those based on Stephen King novels. It wasnt a case of the movie itself being bad, but the way in which it had a hold on me, and somehow clamped down on my ability to turn it over, is more scarey than anything Freddy Cruger could offer me. No offense Freddy, but 'Troy Bolton' sends shivers down my spine and causes my skin to crawl were-as you only make me laugh at your weird burnt face and sharp glove.
It has just occured to me that my sleep-indiced rambling in all probability isnt making sense so I shall leave my post here, and try to post MUCH more often. As often, infact, as time, work, mental capacity and mood will allow. But, for all those who care to read, goodnight. *clicks on 'publish post'*
