Saturday, October 28, 2006
Of cemeteries and birthdays

Today was weird. Mostly, the eventful bits were contained in the cemetery my family visited this afternoon. See, the plan was to go to one of the cemeteries, go back home to change then celebrate Tito Ernie's birthday. The cemetery was so clean. And while the rest of my famille were setting up candles and flowers and such, I was pondering how interesting and cool it would be if I could do a perfect Judo roll over those graves. Yeah, disrespectful, I know. Not that it was my intention. It just occurred to me as something you don't see very often, if at all, and that it would be funny to see. It's probably because those perfectly rectangular mounds of grass reminded me so much of the tatami mats. But, yeah.

Everything went downhill from there though, because I started feeling funky in a way that was uncomfortable. I could feel my head getting lighter and my vision fuzzier. Then people started pointing out that I was visibly getting paler and paler. I remember having spells like that before, except that they were fleeting, whereas this time it kept getting worse until I had to lean on my mum for support. From what I could tell in that state, I was a few inches away from passing out. And all that time I was thinking, Shit do I feel crappy. Oh, look the tatami mat-like graves are still there. Maybe I have to go to a hospital. It also occurred to me that this might be what those patients in House feel like when they're about to faint. It got so bad that my dad had to carry me all the way back to the van. Whatever it was, it passed eventually when I got to lie down. That felt weird. Tita Agnes says it was probably hypoglycemia kicking in. Ate Rizza, my cousin, tells me I probably got sick because of the depressing shitty ass classical/italian music Tito kept playing.

It's probably all the lack of sleep come back to haunt me. Gah. But yeah. I didn't get to eat much of my Filet Mignon which is a pity because one, it was so much fun to say, and two it tasted good. There were sining waiters though, which was cool. I love singing waiters. They were so friendly and energetic. And harmonious. That and they had free cake. Mmm.

Yes. Today was weird. Noots.

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Thus spake Irish || 10:17 PM || 0 comments

Sunday, October 01, 2006
How does this work again?

Victoria had to remind me that I even had a blog. My, my. Aren't I silly? I sort of miss it. Unfortunately, I don't have anything to say for myself. Nothing particularly profound or of particular interest, at least. Mostly I've channeled all my energies toward mundane schoolwork and Furiae. I have several interesting stories I have yet to extricate from the back of my mind. The problem is I keep getting side tracked. Yeah. Sad excuse.

I ought to do something remarkably bizarre sometime, to make up for this excruciating dullness. I mean hardcore, in your face, poke-you-hard-in-the-eye something.

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Would somebody please remind me that I'm still alive? I'll give you a cookie for your trouble.

Thus spake Irish || 8:47 PM || 2 comments