the night before

I didn't realise I haven't blogged in one month. But it cannot be helped I suppose. Work is swamping me. And what am I doing here one day before my gender test and my research presentation? I don't know. To get rid of some of the many words swimming in my brain so I don't implode or anything.

Today was the last day of the KoolPurpleSkool term and it was cool. I was tricked by Chatterbox that it was going to be his last so we had a super slack lesson with him and QuietBoy pizz-ing away, and making random sounds on the cello, and he even conned me into meeting him on Club Penguin. Then just before he left the room he said, 'oh maybe I'm switching instruments. Maybe.' then he did his whole cheeky smile thing, and I literally growled at him.

Anyway I really went on Club Penguin, signed up and all, just to check it out, and I feel like a total paedophile or something because all the penguins there are so young, and although I know the purpose of the game is to make friends and talk to other penguins, everytime someone says 'Hi' I run away. Sorry for being rude but I'm just antisocial, live with it! My penguin has an igloo that is inaccessible because I am not a 'member' ( you have to pay money to get an igloo and clothes and hats and stuff). Oh well.

And so because I don't have an igloo I don't feel a sense of belonging to Club Penguin, so I left and came to Blogger. (This is along the lines of the 'logic' that if I have a HDB flat I will feel a sense of belonging to Sang-Nila-Utama-Land and not be a quitter. State-imposed 'logic' is spurious at best.) I left also because Chatterbox didn't specify where to meet. He said to meet at the North Pole but there are so many places at the North Pole, and I went into 'Snow Angel' but didn't find him. At least now I have a valid excuse for standing him up. The last time I totally forgot to log on. Oops. Thankfully, at age 8, Chatterbox is past the 'trust-mistrust' stage of Eriksson's theory.

It does sound like my brain is fried doesn't it?