Ninety

90% of the way through! 90% of the way through and I finally manage to write this early on in the day rather than last minute. That right there is progress. It's mainly because I have to spend all of day 90 writing songs for my Famous Five spoof musical (it's a final assessment thing for uni - It's nowhere near as good as I'd like to think it sounds.)

I have to admit I'm not going to miss limericks. I arbitrarily chose them at the start of this as something I can do quite easily, and I don't think I saw myself properly seeing this through to the end. Anyway, nine tenths of the way through, I feel like it's time for rebellion. I'm sticking it to the (limerick loving) man. Take that, why don't you?




I've been doing this for 90 days,
And it's gone in a bit of haze.
I don't really know
Why I don't just go
A little bit rebellious and fit as many words/syllables into the last line as I possibly can AND not make it rhyme! Ha! Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.




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Eighty Nine

I'm not in the habit of eating rodents. I promise.





A hamster would really be nice.
With some chips, potatoes or some rice.
Now I know they're not food,
But they (not being rude),
Taste a hundred times better than mice.




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Eighty Eight

It's a bit windy today. It's also worth mentioning that I have a mild tendency towards exaggeration. So naturally, bearing those two things in mind, when a dustbin got knocked over by a stiff breeze just outside my house, I exxagerated.

Also, it's not gloomy at all. I feel I should mention that as there's quite a pleasantly warm burny thing in the sky which could be the sun but it's been so long that I've forgotte what the sun looks like. Whatever it is, it's nice and I don't want it to go away.





I can't really see through the gloom,
But I'm guessing it's safe to assume
That it's windy as hell
Cos my dustbin just fell
And I've just seen it fly past my room.




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Eighty Seven

Apparently biting both of the ends off of a kitkat and using it as a straw to drink tea is a completely legitimate thing to do. It changed my life in ten minutes flat.




My life up til now has been poor,
And I don't know quite what I lived for.
I was in the dark
And it wasn't a lark
Til I found out about KitKat straws

Eighty Six

I've amazed myself today. That sounds a tad big headed, and I'm sorry, but I have been amazing today. I got everything on my very long 'to do' list done and then some. I've spent a lot of the day using 'I am a machine' as some kind of inspirational mantra (well, desperate times and all...) and only now, when I've finished everything, have I had time to reflect on the true and life-altering implications that would have if it were true.


It's 'cos I'm deep.




I think I might be a machine,
And I know you might take that to mean,
That I work hard. But no,
I mean what makes me go
Is just oil and hot air and steam.




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Eighty Five

I have some work due in this week. Fortunately, what I have due in is a collection of poems and a few pages of a musical so it's pretty fun. Even so, I've been sitting around all day not knowing what to write, which feels a hell of a lot less fun. I'm getting there now but it has come at the cost of my sanity. Oh well, fortunately I'm the human embodiment of the phrase" chin up". Onwards and upwards.





I've done lots of fun things today.
Wrote some poems and part of a play.
So it's just really strange
That I'm getting deranged...
All this and it's not a Monday.



Also, because I spent a lot of time yesterday covered in pink icing and margerine and sugar and all sorts, here is my limerick video again:










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Eighty Four

Ta Da!

Eighty Three

I wrote the following limerick on Sunday:



I really really like to bake.
It's good therapy for heartache.
It's easy and cheap,
And it may not be deep,
But afterwards, you can have cake!

Today I made a video of sorts for that limerick (Which was the messiest thing I've done in ages...) so I'm counting that as my thing for today. That, and the emotional rollercoaster that is me trying to upload a video on to any video site...

Here goes...




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Eighty Two

We were supposed to be making videos for this weekend. Unfortunately I'm having minor technical difficulties.





I'm forced to create words like 'Bamera'
Or even weirder ones like 'Zamera'
As I need to excuse
Lack of video use.
I'm sorry! I've broken my camera.




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Eighty One

I had my friend round my house for Dominos yesterday. We occasionally end up at one another's house watching rubbish and eating rubbish. Yesterday's visual rubbish was '16 and Pregnant' on MTV - have you SEEN it?! It's great! The eaten rubbish was, as previously mentiond, pizza. I had a bit of dissertation-induced cabin fever before we had our pizza time as I hadn't left the house in 5 days and had even managed to sustain a genuine Typing Related Injury. So naturally, when I gave myself a bit of time off, my feelings came out a bit strong.



Oh Domino's Pizza I do
Really really and truly love you.
Maybe that's bad.
My arteries are sad.
But I guess they must just muddle through.




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Eighty

I was walking back from the shops this evening juggling some milk and some bread and the largest umberella known to man and there was a car in my way. On the path. It was some kind of posh make - I made a mental note of exactly what kind, but it wouldn't rhyme with anything so I dismissed it. Anyway, there was a car on the path. And I was in a mood. And it was raining. All of these factors together = Limerick. Damn Straight. I bet the posh car driver regrets it all now...


You do have a very nice car.
And I bet people think you're a star.
But it's just not a laugh
Parking on all the path.
Guess what? You're not some kind of Czar.




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Seventy Nine

Double special again. I'm quite tired and I can't really be bothered to make an excuse for my laziness, so we'll just call it that. Laziness.

I've been thinking about a chocolate bar I really want all day. I even looked it up on Wikipedia to find out if it was still aorund so I wouldn't get my hopes up about having one if they didn't make it anymore. I couldn't tell. So the natural progression of chocolate research is to go from Wikipedia to Limerick. Blatently.


I wanted something for my lunch,
But I have a quite worrying hunch,
That they make it no more,
Is anyone sure?
What became of the Nestle bar, 'Crunch'?

Seventy Eight

Possibly my favourite of the 100 Days projects (If I had to pick an absolute favourite) is '100 Days of Lists From My Life' by Elise. Every day she makes a list, and I like reading them. it's just that simple.

So today I decided to make a list as it's homage week. I've been sitting at my computer for two days straight as I'm trying to get as much of my dissertation witten as possible in this week, so I decided to use the list-making to make me feel like I'd managed to get SOMETHING done. Although, looking at the list, there is probably a chance I could have been a tad more focussed.

This is everything I've achieved today

However, I'm quite excited because I can also add 'learnt how to include a link in a blog post' and 'learnt how to include a picture in a blog post'. Neither of which were things I could do before.

See?! 78 days in and I'm STILL learning.




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Seventy Seven

I really like the '99 beginnings, 1 ending' project which Michael Sheen is doing (here: http://seldomsheen.blogspot.com/ and on twitter: http://twitter.com/SheenNotHeard ). I'm a bit lazy to be writing the beginning of a story in any kind of actual story format, so I've reverted back to the ol' limericks, and I got a random wikipedia article as the inspiration - in doing so, I think I might have also plagiarised another project, but I can't remember whose... Anyone?

Well, anyway, definitely a homage-ridden day I feel.




When Timmy woke up it was fine,
He started driving down Route 89.
With adventures in store,
He uttered a roar,
And headed of to the skyline.




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Seventy Six

So today I'm ripping off this fine blog, in which Tim writes a 16 line poem every day (and therefore does about three times as much rhyming as me. Something like that anyway.) His are infinitely better, and all at http://twentington100.wordpress.com

There's a man who works in an office near London Bridge station and I see him sitting at his desk every day. I don't know why I speifically look for him, but I seem to have picked out a couple of people to look out for every time my train is going throuh the bit with all the offices around Tower Bridge. Anyway, I now haven't seen him around for a week and a half so I started to wonder where he'd gone. And then imagined where he might have gone in a 16-line poem format. As you do.



One day a bald man at his job
Was busy doing 'work'.
He made some tea and ate two meals -
Some things he would not shirk.

Sometime he'd also have a nap
With slippers, dressing gown.
Then somone called him 'lazy' and
It really brought him down.

It turned out that most colleagues did
Not think him good at all.
When he wasn't drooling at his desk
He'd gone out playing ball.

So he left his job that gloomy day
And glumly went to bed,
Ate takeaway and had a sleep,
Then painted the town red.


(I wanted him to be happy in the end - he seems like a nice enough bloke. Or, at least, the back of his head through the window always seems nice enough...)




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Seventy Five

Today I'm making my 'homage' (I have to keep saying homage because I'm not always 100% sure how to spell 'plagiarise'. Well, it's iffy as to whether I'll manage each time I try...) to this blog: http://hundredhaikudays.blogspot.com/ in which Andy writes a haiku a day. (He's also on twitter - www.twitter.com/accleary100days)

I had the following one sided conversation with my friend on a train the other day. I wanted to put it in my usual limerick but I couldn't figure out how. For a start, I'd have needed the dog to be on a log or in a bog, or for there to have been some fog somewhere, and there were none of those things. So a haiku it is.





There's a dog on that
Roof. A German Shepherd dog.
On the roof. Right there.




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Seventy Three and Seventy Four

Yesterday, I did nothing. I'm being honest because that's not a bad thing - let's just call it a homage to those who have fallen along the wayside. A homage to the 50-day people, and the 10-day people and the 2-days-and-then-I-kind-of-forgot people. No harm in that...

Today I am going to play the piano for 20 minutes. Probably after I've written this. I don't know who came up with that idea, but I keep seeing it on the site (www.hundreddays.net) on the list of what people are doing and it seems like a good idea. I'm quite a slow player (still learning!) but I'm fairly optimistic that I could get almost 2 whole songs out in that time. Damn straight.

Seventy Two

I'm quite excited about it being 'homage' week. Or just 'barefaced copying of ideas' week because that's what I'm doing. For the first time in around 70 days I haven't had to think about rhyming! Ooh it feels good.

I decided to copy Greg Wohead and write a 140 character Twitter Play. You can read his on his Twitter page at www.twitter.com/gregwohead. You probably should do because I think I need more practise, but his are brilliant!





Jamie: Those twitter plays are hard! / Taylor: Why? / Jamie: Well, I tried to write one today but I rambled and then I just ran out of chara




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Seventy One

I went to Wembley Stadium today. I'm sorry about the third line - I thought I was being clever, but I doubt I was.

Those were the two things you need to know about this one...



Wembley Stadium's big.
With that huge 'archway' kind of rig.
90,000/one roof,
Which is more or less proof.
That that's one massively scary gig.




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Seventy

I get a teensy bit influenced when I watch sporting montages or films involving sports, and I quickly think I can do them (I'm good at some... Cheerleading, football, swimming...) when fairly often I've never done them in my life. I had two instances of this yesterday. The first was when I went ot watch 'Invictus' - ooh it made me weep. I never cry at chick flicky films (Have you SEEN the notebook? Yawn.) but give me a film where the underdog team wins at a sport and there's some kind of crescendoing soundtrack to go along with it and I will blub. Every time.

Then I watched the superbowl. The Americans also seem to like their sporting montages.

When I watched oth of these things I became briefly convinced that I was a pro at the respective sports. I doubt I really am.

(Also, I've seen people use 'Allow' in this kind of context on Facebook. I've never tried it before myself. I hate it a little bit, but it rhymed so, hey - any port in a storm.)




I watched Invictus last night and so now,
I'm an expert in rugby somehow.
Watched the Superbowl too,
So it's also quite true.
I'm an NFL pro. Yes. Allow.




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Sixty Nine

Over the last couple of days I've been drinking loads of Ginger Beer. I had to read the Famous Five because as one of my final uni projects I think I might be writing a kind of spoof Famous Five musical, but it must have planted a seed (a ginger seed...) because ever since, I have not been able to stop with the stuff. It doesn't help that it's probably the sugariest fizzy drink I've ever come across and it's costing a BOMB. I might have to get myself onto a recovery program. Do they have 'Non-Alcoholics Anonymous'?





It's more than a little bit queer
That I can't stop drinking ginger beer.
It's costing a lot.
A lot more than I've got.
I'm like a Famous Five member, my dear.




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Sixty Eight

This is rubbish, I'll admit it. I have to go to work later though so I don't have much time to think of things...



If Saturday Kitchen weren't real,
I just cannot say how I'd feel.
How could I drink my tea?
Spill porridge on my knee?
Without something to sweeten the deal?

Sixty Seven

Apparently rhymes take a little turn downhill when it's the morning...



Its not very nice, but it's true.
On my arm is a big yellow bruise.
And by 'yellow' I mean,
'As a buttercup scene'.
It looks like an awful tattoo.

Sixty Six

I've been seeing stupid hats EVERYWHERE today. There's only one person I blame. And he's in NDubz. I'm not sure when The 'Dappy hat' became cool though! Mind you, I never know when things are cool til they're not anymore...


I hope someone's let Dappy know
That the 'stupid hat' trend seems to grow
When he goes on TV
With a bobble you can see
From space. But why is it so?

Sixty Five

When I was watching 'The One Show' earlier (what? It makes me laugh.) There was a man on as a guest. It turns out he was in Genesis, but they managed to get through the entire show without actually saying who he was. As far as I'm aware they didn't mention his name once. He could've been anyone for all I was aware. (Also, to be honest I know nothing about Genesis anyway so he could still be anyone as far as I'm aware...)

So today I'm using a limerick to right this wrong. Or actually just to point it out in a fairly unhelpful way.





Dear Adrian. Also, Christine.
There's a man on your show I've just seen.
Could you mention his name?
Or is this all a game,
Just to play with our minds - Now, come clean.




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Sixty Four

So, on the Hundred Days website yesterday they mentioned someone who'd just started the whole hundred day thing. They'd sent an email of which the first words were "First step in a long journey". There was a challenge - Only a little challenge, more like a 'challengette' - to use those words to come up with something for today.

I a) Like a challenge (It's the title of the Blog and EVERYTHING...)
b) Have slightly run out of ideas so I'll take ANYTHING anyone offers,

So I thought I'd go for it. It couldn't hurt. This is me imagining I'm someone else starting this thing. I don't think limericks are a lifelong skill.




First step in a journey that's long,
And I hope I don't put a foot wrong.
Well... I'm human. I will.
But it might be thrill -
I might learn a new skill that's lifelong.




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Sixty Three

I used to sit next to one of my friends in maths (back when I still DID maths) and he was a bit obsessed with the fact that the number 63 was the best number and you could make any number come back to 63 if you just tried hard enough. We talked about it a lot. That, and whatever films we were into at the time... I feel I should make it clear that we were both slight less than cool, and also maths was boring - we didn't wholeheartedly subscribe to number-related conspiray theories. Some of his reasoning with the 63 thing was VERY suspect, which I often pointed out, but it never seemed to make much difference.

Anyway, to this day, I can't hear the number 63 and not think back to the days of the dodgy 'magic number' theories...


*sigh*





My friend used to say sixty three,
Was as magic as numbers could be.
Any number, with skill,
Comes to that - what a thrill...
It was pretty insane, you'll agree.




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