Akara is a genius!!!! look.... my sites got two pics....

Hey everyone... Sorry it looks a bit boring but basically I can't sort out the adding photos thing and Sara hasn't fixed it yet. I was gonna put one of my sis and her husband from their wedding up because their sardonic hospital tales of the crazed and senile inspired my story.

Anyways... status report: have left mobile phone in friendly lady driver's taxi, never to return no more (double neg. - got to love grammar). Getting excited anbout my next essay, the title of which I came up with yesterday (Exotic metaphors of the Bermudas: Economic Enterprise or New Eden?) I am also starting to plan each day of next week because Mel is gonna be here yay!!!!

On Tuesday I went to see Harry Potter with Sunny, Tasha and Sara (Rhi would have been there if she knew how to keep dates). I believe my anticipation of the film was far more exciting than the actual viewing of it but that may have been distraction which Tasha continuously posed. "Oh, look... that's so cheesy... hahahahaha (manic laughter)" or "Ron is such a fitty!"... To be fair I couldn't keep a straight face when Lupin gave Harry the your-loved-ones-never-leave-you-speech. The dementors were quite scary and the patronus were very effective but omg  Hermione is so grown up! I did prefer the other two movies... and the books by far. When is J.K. bringing out the next? Would have posted pics of the movie but... like i said: I'm still not computer yoda... having msn and even a purely script website is a big-foot step for me!!! 

This is the intro to a short story i wanted to send to a national competition... naturally I missed the deadline, so this is another use for it (I know it's weird):

„Gravity!“ cackled the old woman with raucous glee as the twelve tin bedpans (empty), thirty beaked plastic cups and five single-flower vases were drawn to the ground in a fatal attraction of thermometers, sphygmomanometers, barometers, hydrometers, chronometers and altimeters. The hallway snapped into pandemonium so instantly, the moment eluded all measurement. Nurses emerged from every door in a staccato clacking of heels, followed by a gradual crescendo of murmuring volunteers and reluctant doctors – a discordant tune humming around the overturned trolley to discover who had orchestrated the clatter. Some glanced suspiciously at Mrs. Kaufmann who, though having thoroughly enjoyed the scene, was immobilised in the corner aboard a be-wheeled bed and therefore in possession of an alibi. “Who is in charge of this trolley?” asked one insightful, young geriatrician. Blushing profusely, Hermia stepped forward upon recognising her mid-shift entertainment (Kazuo Ishiguro’s Remains of the Day) spread-eagled on the linoleum under a cracked vase. A confused “Oh” was all the doctor could manage before allowing his superior (in age at least) to order everyone back to their posts and instruct some maids to discard the shards of glass and replace the rest onto the forlorn trolley. Horrified at not even receiving one warning, only disapproving glances, Hermia felt the heat of her cheeks crawl down her neck and slide into her ears. The crowd dissipated. She picked up a coverless cup that had rolled to her feet and made to join the kneeling maids. One woman glared at her assistance, so Hermia grabbed her book and fled.

This is me, Tasha and Rhiannon at my bday party in El Piano... they were giving me presents - hence the happy glow, which sadly looks slightly on the oily forehead side. My nineteenth birthday is the day I thanked the wrong person for a very sweet card (sorry, Sara) and the day I first felt really at home in York. We had James on the guitar, Akara on the piano, Tada on the bongos and the rest on vocals... thank you guys for making it an event of such sweet cadence to my ears (well... it was a bit more than noise). Plus... getting those two bottles of bubbly from the proprietor did add to the champagne enhanced mood