Am I broken, or is the computer?

Well, today was totally weird....

Having got your attention I shall now begin to..... ooo shiny! Where was I? Oh yes, I shall begin to tell you about how horrificly stressing today hath bin.

We got up,

Got dressed,

Ate brekkie,

Did revision (No surprises there!),

Eated lunch,

Went to a performace with four hands, yes four, I thought it was going to be half an octopuss playing the piano, but alas it was only two people doing a peice together.

Came home,

Did more revision,

Helped tidy the garden with Grampy,

More tidying,

Broke the computer,

.....YES BROKE IT!!! BROKE MUM'S COMPUTER.... woop de do, was totally like, kinda like wotsit, you know, kaputt. But with a million tons of praying to the good Lord Jesus and a certain amount of bravado and willy-nilly-ness that any true American would have been proud of, we managed to fix said computer by System Restoring it. Seriously.... Anything would need restoring after us kicking it and lobbing large portions of Old Mc Donalds deep phat fried salt infested juvanile delinquents at it. :( Jus' coz I can't spell Jewintheisle.

Anyway, you can see that I'm really traumatised by the fact that it was me that did it, and it was a complete and understandable accident, which is probably the only reason that I'm still alive!



*breaths in deeply and inhales a fly*



Moving on to better things... I have a splinter in my finger. Yes, terrible I know.


I think I may have to go to rehab or somthing, I'm worried that we might all bust up before the Slaters come, they're such fascists, why can't they just leave us alone? At the end of our ordeal of tiding they'll probably only want to put the rent up 50 quid. I mean, with house prices going down like they are it should be them coming to us on their knees with sackcloth and ashes upon their heads... Mum wouldn't appreciate that one bit come to think of it... would mess up the newly hoovered carpet :D


ROFL, LMAO, PMSL, LOL!!
Grampy just trotted out of the house with a cheery "Goodbye", slammed the door, and the instant that happened all hell broke loose with a massive hailstorm that lasted about 50 seconds! Whilst I was laughing my proverbial socks off at this weirdness of nature Mum decided to tell me that my shoes were still outside which wiped my Cheshire grin off with one swipe. Anyway, it's all Grampys fault, Dad always said that if you slam the door to hard it's bound to bring the roof down!!


Ohhhh dear, life's so crazy.

Found this epic fail of a video today....




..Stupid Americans :P


You know, I didn't ask anyone permission to post on this blog. I think I should file a notification to the EU about it, just incase they feel the need to edit it make it more PC (plod).


Oh yes, just incase you were wondering what was played at the concert this arvo:

Shoe-Bert

3 Peices by Welsh composers.... I should perhaps say, Decomposers.... come to think of it, one of them was dead... ^^

And a nice famousish peice called... Dolly Suite, yes well done, now you've made the connection with the picture at the top! Omg, for those of you who scrolled up to check the picture please, get a memory!

Alright, I'd better get going and do some violin practice, one flat I think the peice is.... very appropriate actually as Jonny punctured his tire the otherday... Also flat a bit like my previous jokes..


ANYWAY!!!!!!!!! Tally ho and..... tooooooodle pips! Byyyeeeee :)