In the event of a fire, please roll over

Yes! It is I! *Comes barging in and releases a host of fireworks in every direction before dieing out in the proverbial blaze of glory thingamajig*

Since last we conferred, sveral points of interest have emerged. Amongst those is the revelation fo certain hidden truths that make life that much more exciting, and cause me to break out into a lovely rendition of... It's a smaaaaal world aaaafter all (A) Of course since time is money, or well, an investment in human capital at the very least, I shall use it in the most efficient way possible in this entry only covering those things that are of immediate concern to you, my lovely fan base, 100% substitutable though it be :P

Point of order 1
The whole deal with linking blogs. It's ever so ufnair I can't get it to work. I mean, it doesn't LOOK incredibly complicated, and having to bounce from one blog to another using several intermediate channels is VERY embarassing for my .. bloggery ego!

Point of order 2
I have come to the realisation that by dropping my O-Level period dreams of being a doctor may in fact have been in the interest of the greater good for mankind. In a recent rather annoying emergence of a jean hole ( due to use and no other more unholy prospect), I set about trying to repair the damage myself. It started with some white string, a needle, and trying to get the silly string through the eye. At this point allow me to clarify I am much more for La than for So, which btw, doesn't even vaguely sound like sue... sorry sew! So with memories and skilles finely honed in many a phsycis lab practicals, I proceeded to tie a fine knot, and started working. Unfortunately, white string on black jeans, especially when sewing so that all the err.. whatchamightcallem, layers or whatever, come out on the surface side, meant I had to spend a good five minutes with a pair of scissors trying to undo the damage I had done. {Pair of scissors? It was just one.. scissor.. pair of trousers? Why? Anyone been able to solve the mysteries of anglais? :P} With the hole now bigger than it had been when I begun, I proceeded to use some grey string for my second attempt ( No we do NOT have black string at home, sue me :P ) ( All puns intended 8-) ). This seemed to be going rather delightfully. No visible stitches, and the hole was completely invisible within moments. Or minutes. I stood up proudly announcing to bro sat on his PS2 ( not literally, oh and I mean MY PS2), that I could indeed have been a surgeon. As I dramatically lifted said pair of jeans to show the repair work, I found that both the legs were kinda... stuck together :$ This called for emergency manouvers ( day I can spell that word right I get everyone a wadda ladoo ::) )... MOMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!! And a pair of scissors! :D
Very successful end result :P

Point of order 3
Friday: No ice skating, though we went to the rink. Lost our guts somewhere there. Ended up at Khans and Hagen (A) Saturday, my hot chocolate ruled a get together in Reading. So swish and swirly. Well I'd like to think it ruled :P

Coming soon
Job applications, finished essays ( They BETTER be coming soon!), a presentation, a christmassy party, a week of lectures, and far toomany assignments.

Viva la procratinationa! Rumba rumba 8)