Wednesday, June 9
Oh Dear...
You know what? I've got nothing to write about today.
Nope, the creative juices are running on low lately, and I'm quite worried its a trend that isn't going to change.
I spent a good half hour on Google image search hunting for silly pictures, but I had no luck, unless finding the schematics for a regular bong counts as a succsess.
I flirted with scanning some Reading pictures and putting them up, but tiny pictures of a few bands are not interesting, you've all seen the famous "Chyld with a hookah" picture, and I doubt anyone who went wants their picture slathered across a tiny corner of the internet.
I was all up for saying why maths is useless in real life situations, but not remembering any of the P3 paper I disastrously cocked up only an hour or so ago didn't help. Plus, its not that interesting.
Which leaves the weather, really. Nope, nothing funny there. Except for the fact that its not very sunny here in Britain often, which isn't.
So, in conclusion, I need some fresh material.
You know my e-mail address. Find something for me to lambast, I'll hop to it.
That's all for now, go away.
Nope, the creative juices are running on low lately, and I'm quite worried its a trend that isn't going to change.
I spent a good half hour on Google image search hunting for silly pictures, but I had no luck, unless finding the schematics for a regular bong counts as a succsess.
I flirted with scanning some Reading pictures and putting them up, but tiny pictures of a few bands are not interesting, you've all seen the famous "Chyld with a hookah" picture, and I doubt anyone who went wants their picture slathered across a tiny corner of the internet.
I was all up for saying why maths is useless in real life situations, but not remembering any of the P3 paper I disastrously cocked up only an hour or so ago didn't help. Plus, its not that interesting.
Which leaves the weather, really. Nope, nothing funny there. Except for the fact that its not very sunny here in Britain often, which isn't.
So, in conclusion, I need some fresh material.
You know my e-mail address. Find something for me to lambast, I'll hop to it.
That's all for now, go away.
