What-ho, flist!!!

I'm not dead, I've just been offline for the past...*counts*...Four days or so because our internet/satellite/phone bill didn't get paid. As it turns out, those in charge of our bills couldn't afford to pay it this month and we'd have had to go without until this Thursday or Friday. Some of us couldn't let that happen what with uni work needing to be done and all, so some of us put our hands in our pocket and paid the bill so all would return to normal.

By "some of us" I mean "me". It was a whopper, too, but it had to be done. 

I'm glad to be back online, it'll stop people walking up to me (as a few did today) and going, "Are you alright? Where have you been?!" Lol, nothing happened, I haven't been anywhere, I was just offline. I also feel strangely like I've missed everything...Missed large (OK, 4 day) chunks of your lives and the lives of Facebook people...I think I'm caught up now, but I'll have to go back through and check out fics I might have missed. I hate it when that happens.

You know, I was a kid in the years BI (Before Interweb) and we never had trouble hanging out or finding things to do...TV, going to the park, playing outside or whatever, but the internet became readily available and accessible around the time I became a teenager, or just before, and it seems that I've forgotten how to keep myself occupied. It seems like all of us have forgotten how to keep ourselves occupied. My brother and I were sitting on the couch watching whatever was on Free-To-Air TV and bitching about not having satellite or the 'net...And bitching about how bored we were. We were both surprised at how difficult it felt to be without those little things that seem to make our life easier (or are supposed to make out lives easier). It really shouldn't have been as big a deal as it was and I fear that it says volumes about the way we work -- or don't work -- as people today. I'm not sure it's just a generational thing, either.

Anyway, enough about that. 

I have to tell you all about this weird dream I had a few nights ago. It was hilarious....In context...You see, about a week or so ago I was watching clips of Liberace playing La Cucaracha and Chopsticks on YouTube and then I had La Cucaracha stuck in my head. For days. I was singing the tune around the house for ages and it began to really, really irritate my mother. Which I thought was hilarious. Anyway, the furor died down a little until I had this dream in which Liberace and I were chatting and I was watching him play the piano (the two tunes above were played most) and humming along. In the dream, my mother walked in and got brilliantly pissed off because he kept playing La Cucaracha. Which made him play it more animatedly. 

Naturally, I woke up with that damn song in my head. Consarnit.

Uni has been super busy and I feel totally wiped out because of it. I found out that I failed my Phonetics midterm which was no grand surprise because I was really unprepared, but I passed my assignment (by half a mark) and my transcription test (with flying colours), so I guess it all balances out. I did my poetry essay and my Functional Grammar assignment. I have my Varieties of English Grammar essay to do yet and I'm not sure what to do...I was going to do a question on language acquisition but I've been doing some reading and although I understand how it kind of works in a potted science kind of way, I underestimated (greatly) the theory behind it. It sucks reading stuff that doesn't seem to make any sense...So, I might change to something about Samuel Johnson (the dictionary guy. Legend). I don't know, but I have to make up my mind really quickly. 3000 words due June 3rd (I think). 

So, that's about it from me. I've caught up on your lives (I think), caught up on other blogs, uni work, email and various correspondence and now I can rejoin the real world. Stay awesome xoxx

P.S. I came across this great John Waters quote earlier today and I know that a whole lot of you are big readers and real book lovers, so I'm sharing it with you all: “We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.” Tell your children and all of your friends.