The wonderful wizard of Oz

The show’s actually looking quite good. I think it’s the first show I’ve lit that I’m actually quite proud of in places.

The last few days have been amazing. Tuesday was exhausting but it was worth more than anything in a long time. Things are going good ^_^

AND Assassin’s Creed 2 should arrive tomorrow!

It’s windy today

Do you know how much effort it takes just to ignore being met with a constant lack of interest?

Having a hard time again this morning. She was all I could think about before I fell asleep and has been on my mind all morning.

It’s strange how something as simple as her house being gone makes such a difference. I don’t think it would be as painful if I could just go and sit in her living room and watch tv; or sit in the small room; or, most importantly sit in the kitchen.

But everything’s gone. That place doesn’t exist any more and even though I’ve got a lot of the stuff from there here, it’s not the same. Out of the context of her house; it’s just a table.

I am enjoying this writer thing. It’s a handy little fucker.

Ooo, rude!

Anyway… it’s been a busy week and I’ve got the day off today so I’m sat here listening to Velvet Underground having just washed the missus’ dishes. Tut.

It’s weird being back on this computer. Where it all happened. It’s even more weird that it’s sitting on my grandma’s kitchen table in our very own (rented) cottage.

It’s really hard. I never thought of my grandma being gone and it’s pretty tough sometimes. Nothing’s hit me like this before. She was so important, almost vital, to me. It’s much easier than those first few weeks but there are times when it comes back and it can be overwhelming for a second or so.

”…a purple dog that wears spats”

On a lighter note it’s Autumn and I’m ridiculously happy about that. It’s easily my favourite time of the year; it feels so calm and a little sad. I think that’s always been the state where I’ve found the most peace. I remember it very well from childhood. I remember standing on our garden on a September evening, the sun going down and the air getting cold, listening to the quiet. It always seemed to be quiet then. Just the sounds of the wind in the trees and the occasional car in the distance. I’d sit and play with the grass. Just touching it and thinking of it as something alive. I still often do. It would strangely take a huge burden from me to think that one day it will die and that so will everything else. Knowing things die. That there’s so much pain and inevitable heartache in the world that will come from loss. It made me calm, then it made me happy, because no matter what you will one day lose you have it right now and that’s beautiful.

That wasn’t really a lighter note at all. Hm.

I want to be a windows live wriiiter

Ok. Just testing out if and how this works. It’s pretty cool from the look of it.

And there we go. Testing, testing etc.

There's Alex watching Totoro. He loved it. Although, he wasn't sure about Totoro. Didn't like his mouth I think. When we got in we sat watching the film and drinking juice out of his shot glass. Every time the girl laughed I could see the grin growing behind his dummy. He loves the girls.

It's unbelievable that, while we're getting ready to sleep, there are young people in Iran preparing for death tomorrow.
Actual, real death. All for something they believe is right.
God be with everyone tomorrow

Chicken noodle soup. Good call Scott. Hope it stays down.

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin"
Finally found that quote and where it's from. Ha!
O.K. So i've been reading Naomi's blog and it's inspired me to write a post myself.
Well, not really anything profound. Just that quote really.
I'm sick. Really sick. I've had a cold for the past two days but today it's suddenly gone, "Oh you're gonna get it!" and now I've got some sickness thing going on. I can sit up for the time being though.
Yeah, that's probably all you're going to get from me.
I'm feeling rough.
-_-