tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54303850077391353902011-04-21T16:22:21.993-07:00Kimbaloohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11277851795785646882noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430385007739135390.post-3559785083847461672009-04-02T10:57:00.000-07:002009-04-02T12:52:22.947-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Easter is almost upon us, and so highlights that lovely (EVIL) time of year: Spring! Now, although I have nothing against Christ, the power of Christ, his poltergeist, and his zombie epic, I do have a big complaint to make: POLLEN. Now, I know what you are thinking: here comes another bitch about hayfever, well I take your bitch and I raise you - a tantrum. All bastard day whilst trying to complete several pieces of uni work, condemning myself to observing the beautiful sunshine through my double-glazed window, I have sneezed, blown my brains out through my nose, and snotted on myself, much to the amusement, i'm sure, of the good lord himself. I am even doubting whether locking myself away is a lesser evil than braving the "fresh" air. No, I agree, I made the right decision, staying in and playing with the dust and disease is much more helpful to my immune system.<br /><br />Well, I definitely need to be more proactive, nearly a week through my easter break and i've still not done much in the work department! How boring is my life right now. Well at least I have my dream world. The ability to fantasise (and not necessarily the way you may think) is certainly a gift from God. Well, that settles it, I suppose we are on even grounds, me and big G.<br /><br />His pollen plague can be forgiven for that wonderful gift, the twinkle it gives me in my eye. Oh wait, thats just my allergies.<br /><br />Until next time<br /><br />TTFN xx<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430385007739135390-355978508384746167?l=thisisthenameofmybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimbaloohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11277851795785646882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430385007739135390.post-90097147647828604392009-04-01T05:41:00.001-07:002009-04-01T06:35:47.555-07:00<span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Well, in all honesty I have considered this before. Oh sorry. I should maybe mention my name is Kimba. Hi to anyone who may be reading this! I am unsure whether or not the idea of this is just thinking aloud or talking to myself?! Either way I do believe both of these ideas do fall in line with some symptoms of mental illness! EEEK! :s May I add that I am all for mental illness (oh god I hope they aren't watching me) but sometimes it makes me contemplate whether or not the mentally "ill" ones are actually the only sane people left on this earth. I mean, they have the right idea; they say what they think, do what they want, live how they like and everyone just goes on around them without saying anything. I speak from personal experience, although i'm not quite sure as to what extent I should reveal that to the blogging world. I myself am unsure LOL. Anyway, this is only meant as a short one: I am supposed to be going out.<br /><br />TTFN xx<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430385007739135390-9009714764782860439?l=thisisthenameofmybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimbaloohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11277851795785646882noreply@blogger.com0