The dangers of a blank title field

if i were to update you about my week you'd be very bored. in fact, you'd probably spend some time wondering about how bored you are reading all this stuff and wander off to eat a sammich. i love sammiches by the way, they are up there with pizza. dammit, now i'm hungry.

it's not that i've been bored lately, it's just that there doesn't seem to be much for me to do. the family have moved into the house where i live, and so they've got a whole bunch of boxes and things to go through which i'm helping with, and of course, there's the cousins to look after, but honestly...it's not the most exciting of time killers. i'm not sayin' i don't enjoy it, just that it's not...exciting, fun or challenging.

i love the little cousins though. the smallest one is so intelligent for a two and a half year old. i'm talking full conversations intelligent, and she is so cute when she freaks out about the catapus. i have not managed to find out what exactly this catapus is yet, in my mind it appears to be a strange mutant cat-octopus, but that might not be it. more investigation is required.

have you figured out that i have no idea what to write about yet?

this reminds me of the time i went to get coffee with Betty on wednesday and found it difficult to think of things to say. i mean, i coulda talked about my awesome mage, but just as i was about to bring it up she mentioned how much she dislikes world of warcraft. at this point, you have two options, you can either forge ahead and talk about your mage anyway or you can try your hardest to think of something else to say. i'll leave what happened up to your imagination.

in case you were wondering, the mage is fine by the way, although slightly miffed at being called gay again. i think it might be the way he holds his staff in public that gives people the wrong idea, but thats just me.

here is a picture of a robot and an engineer like chick for you to look at:

Of Wilson, WoW and Rants

hello there!

i've noticed something, it appears that the regularity of my blogging is directly linked to when my World of Warcraft account is down. i mean, its not that i don't want to write or anything...it's just theres alliance to be slain...and gold to be earned. (i wants my epic flying mount, wants it i say!)

anyhow, stuff's actually been happening, you know, in real life. shudder.

for example, last friday (why is it that most of the adventurous things happen when i'm drunk?) the gang went out...and traps was actually happening for once. i ended up hanging out with Betty and her friends for a while, which was alright, although i doubt that i was able to impress much. when albie is drunk he has two modes. dance and rant. honestly, now i that i look back at it, i'm pretty annoying to hang out with when i'm drunk, as wilson can attest to :P

it's also weird that i seem to be the only one who is able to piss wilson off. usually, he's a really friendly guy (except of course, when it comes to the alliance) like that time we to play pool, and he freaked out because i played a little trick with one of the balls. i mean, Arjay was playing with the balls too, and ol' Wil didn't seem to mind. in retrospect that paragraph can be read in a very suggestive way... so let me just affirm that there are "billiard balls" we're playing with here.

my irish accent also pissed him off once. i *think* it was that weekend where i stayed up with Griff all night drinking bourbon. once again, it slightly worries me that i can't pinpoint the excact weekend off the top of my head. my irish accent is also pretty strange, it seems to come out when i am inebriated...despite the fact that i'm only like, an eighth irish. also, it's a pretty bad accent. bad as in terrible, not bad as in good.

and then there are the rants. which are not very handy when trying to impress the fairer sex. for example, here is an exerpt from one of these rants:

albie: why would people just leave peanuts there unless they wanted people to be messed up, i mean, these are the most freaking spicy peanuts i've ever eaten, it's like some sort of bastard offspring of nut and lava. i'm just lucky all this lovely beer is here, to, y'know wash away the spiciness...(rant continues)

betty:...

lawrence: dude, what are you doing?

albie: talking about peanuts

lawrence: *smacks forehead*

i for one, think my rants are cute. anyone agree?

anyone...no?

so yeah, friday was fun ^_^