Ninety Seven

I get quite excited by TV shows sometimes. Today is an exciting day.

I'm glad the last two months is done -

They've not been tremendously fun,

But now from the dark,

I emerge - what a lark!

House MD is back on Sky One!

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Ninety Six

I can't remember which day it was (but I think it must have been about two months. Or so. Less than 96 days ago anyway...), but quite early on in this I did a post about shopping. I spent a long time shopping today and I still hate it.

This one's fairly rubbish, but it's late. As ever...

Shopping at least two months on,

Has got no more fun as time's gone.

In fact, I would say

It's got worse in a way

Because everyone's now a moron.

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Ninety Five

Hmmm... A new twist on a limerick is a bit tricky. Essentially it's only words (If your mind just went to a Boyzone song there like mine did we are clearly kindred spirits and will rule the world one day...) and if you mess around with it too much it won't be a limerick because of the rhymes and stuff.

Never mind! I'm getting a bit sick of limericks anyway, so new twists here we come!




Tehy rcoekn taht plepoe can raed
At an amlsot qtiue uusal seped
Wehn the ltteers aern’t rhgit.
It’s a pterty odd shigt,
But I tnihk it mghit wrok… We argeed?





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Ninety Four

From now on the word "scrunch" can be taken to mean rush, or "pinch" in that, "in a pinch" kind of way. Because I say so.

Oh, and there was someone sitting next to me on a train eating a Cornish pasty at around 9:00 this morning.

A Cornish pasty is only for lunch.

Or for dinner if you're in a scrunch.

But in the morning the smell

Could equate to hell,

And I might have to give you a punch.

Ninety Three

I've been watching the #100days hashtag on twitter today trying to come up with something to write about. Thre's some kind of holiday prize thingy about Cape Town using the same tag and I actually just ended up staring out of thw window imagining I was in Cape Town. As usual hough, doing nothing to actually get me to Cape Town...

Also, I wasn't eating fries. I reckon I will be soon though since I put the idea in my own head. Damn rhymes.

I'd like to win a Cape Town prize,

But sadly, I think I've surmized,

That you enter to win,

And while it would make me grin...

...I'll just sit on my bum eating fries.

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Ninety Two

It's sunny today. That's probably pretty glaringly obvious (boom boom) but I've been sitting inside all day, and it's even making THAT more bearable. Plus, unless you want a limerick about the work I'm doing (trust me, you don't) I'm afraid the weather is basically my only choice.

There's a bright, burny thing in the sky,

And I know I should remember why.

But it's been ages since,

We saw its last glints

But it doesn't half make long days fly!

Ninety One

Having nearly finished an English and Drama degree, I haven't read anything for three years. That sounds fairly unlikely, I'll admit, and it's also untrue. But that's what it feels like. I've been reading two or three books a week for more or less the entire duration of my time at Uni and I can't remember the last time I got to choose what those books were. And if, by some miracle, I've finished my reading well in advance I will immediately put the TV on. Or go on youtube. Or watch a DVD. Basically, anything passive (because sometimes turning pages and moving your eyes can feel too much like hard work).

I've been thinking a lot about what will happen when I'm finished recently, mainly because I dont actually know what will happen. But the thing I'm dead set on is that the day I hand in my last prject, I will get off the bus outside the library, go straight in and pick up the most obviously 'chick-lit' book I can find, go over the road to the shop and buy a lot of chocolate, go home, and remind myself what it feels like to read something a bit vapid and enjoy it.

It's not that I dislike Uni, it's just that I daydream about reading something that I've chosen, and especially something a little bit shallow.

In other news, I've never used the word 'man' at the end of a sentence in 'surfer-dude' style before.





When this 'degree' thing is finally done,
I will read crappy books - at least one.
Just because I can,
And you can't stop me, man.
And that's when I'll know that I've won.




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