Good morning all. I hope you had a swell weekend. I certainly did - it was filled with French things and ended with a pretty awesome friend's party so that was tres bon.
I also appologise for the sad lack of pictures in this blog as of late (Borat does not count). It has become dull and ranty, but as is my head, so it's appropriate, I suppose.
In other news, there are official facebook events for the upcoming YMI gigs so if you have not been invited to those, take a page out of my book and invite yourself.
I don't really have a plan for this post, so here goes nothing. I've been thinking a lot about the future, and when I say that I mean not just what I will eat after I have eaten that. I have been thinking that I have only one and a half more years of school (must remain calm and not start screaming and/or burning books in excitement) and so after that I will just have a BIG EMPTY CALENDER. And then, I can do whatever the hell I want. I can travel to Tibet and be a monk. I can grow dreadlocks and live in a van. I can get a dog, cat, bird or pig and name it whatever I choose. I can travel to every country in Africa in no particular order just because I feel like it, and, most importantly, I can sleep until whenever I want, go out whenever I want and generally just enjoy myself.
And in this big vat of emptiness I have thought of a plan. A vague one, but a plan nonetheless. Plan goes as such:
1. Finish school. Try not to die of happiness.
2. Get a job, hopefully somewhere where I will not have to do anything (i.e. City Beach).
3. Work for a few months, not spend money on clothes, chocolate or stupid DVDs featuring Jennifer Aniston.
4. Go to South Africa with whoever wants to come, see family, network, chill with the lions, etc.
5. Fly to bonny England. Always wear ski jacket and ug boots and travel with personal heater strapped to self. Meet friends, stay with friends and family, and take small trips out to Europe. Would like to see Greece, Italy, Holland, etc.
6. Spend a month in France. Try very hard not to get diabetes and limit amount of butter/cheese consumed.
7. Depending on money situation (or lack of), travel to Asia. Avoid horrible tourist practices, such as in Cambodia, where can have choice of either blowing up a cow or machine-gunning a chicken. Try a least 28 new and exotic foods (refuse anything to do with animal scrotum, on principle).
8. Return to Brisvegas in time for summer and then lounge around and reflect on the wisdom and worldliness that have gained from enlightening trip around world.
So with my vague plan in mind, I have something to look forward through the dark and miserable days of IB EXAMS, which make me panic.
NOTE: For those of you who haven't seen the new Harry Potter, stop reading. Or continue, I don't really care.
I saw it, the effects were awesome, Hermione still can't act, Ron wanders around looking confused as per usual, Harry makes very interesting faces, the fight scenes were epic, Voldemort is an awkward hugger, goblins are cool.
There was a small period of the film where it was just Harry Potter on Acid. The bit when he died and went into a white place, or something. I figured the writers were just having a small "cigarette" to "relax" during that part.
Also, I appologise to everyone who was in the same cinema as me and, when Voldemort's bloody foetus appeared on the screen, someone asked "what is that?" and a friend of mine said "dinner".
Pip pip.
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