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Song lyrics as status updates.

In another edition of Things Rammi Doesn't Understand, I present to you my puzzlement over people who post song lyrics as status updates.

I get it. You've had a really rough day/are completely in love with your new date/just want to share something with everyone on a social networking website. But instead of getting on the computer and typing, "I'm feeling really crap and need a hug/I love this person so so much and they're a really good shag too/I just took a really large shit but it won't flush," you post an obscure lyric from a song that "really means something to you" (excuse me while I barf).

The confused friend who reads said status update which contains "what happened to my heroes, they seemed to disappear / the idols keep on singing, but they don't sound sincere" is then left to figure out why the other person has posted that. Are they depressed? Do they want to be left alone? Should you call them and make sure they're all right? Or are they just in the mood for funky rhyme?

Mmm, funky rhyme.

The sane thing to do would be to ignore it, right? The problem is, some of my friends need guidance away from sharp objects making contact with their skin, and other fun matters. So if you don't talk to them when they're feeling down, aforementioned sharp object will make contact, and/or certain medicinal products will be ingested in large amounts.

Guys, when you post song lyrics, bear in mind that the song may not actually mean what you think it means. "Your song" might actually be about the songwriter masturbating.

If you really need to share your feelings via a song lyric, please consider posting something obvious to your friends. It will cause them to facepalm less, and will more easily attract hugs/"Awwh!" comments/constipation remedies from them.

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Twilight causes me to feel immense chagrin.

I despise the Twilight series. Not only because of the obsessive fans/Twitards, but because of Stephenie Meyer's fondness for the word "chagrin".

Dictionary.com states that chagrin is "a feeling of vexation, marked by disappointment or humiliation."

Meyer seems to use this word during all the awkward moments in her books (of which there are many). To illustrate just how many times "chagrin" is used in the Twilight books, I have copied and pasted the relevant sentences from them, in the hope that you will see the overkill like I did.

Twilight

1. His expression shifted instantly to chagrin. "Are you very angry with me?"


2. I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause — no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.


3. I felt his eyes on my face but I couldn't look at him yet, afraid he might read the chagrin in my eyes.


4. "You can have shotgun," he promised. I hid my chagrin. It wasn't as simple to make Mike and Jessica happy at the same time. I could see Jessica glowering at us now.

New Moon

1. I stared up at her, frightened, but she only seemed chagrined.


2. My face twisted into an expression somewhere between chagrin and horror.

Eclipse

1. She broke off suddenly, and she glanced down at me. “I’m sorry,” she said in a chagrined voice. “I’m frightening you, aren’t I?”


2. “You’ll see,” I muttered, and then I sighed. My face went from white to scarlet in a sudden blaze of chagrin.


3. The plate I dropped this time landed in the sink, so it didn’t make as much noise. I could easily hear the sharp huff as my father exhaled. The blood rushed into my face, fueled by irritation and chagrin.


4. “At least he didn’t threaten to kill himself to make me kiss him,” I snapped. As soon as the words were out, I flushed with chagrin.

Breaking Dawn

1. Caius scowled, looking as chagrined as if Aro’s gentle questions had been blows.


2. Chagrin washed through me, and I waited for the heat to burn in my cheeks and give me away. And then I remembered that I would never blush again. Maybe that would protect Edward from the truth.


3. Aro’s and Caius’s clouded red eyes flickered across our line. I read disappointment in Aro’s face as his gaze roved over our faces again and again, looking for one that was missing. Chagrin tightened his lips.


4. Edward stopped a few steps away from Aro, and I realized with some chagrin that though I certainly could, I should not prevent this exchange from happening.


5. So Renesmee was untouchable because of the way Jacob now felt about her. I tried to concentrate on the relief of this fact rather than the chagrin, but it wasn’t easy. My mind had enough room to feel both emotions intensely at the same time.

Midnight Sun

1. Rosalie turned to glare at me, her eyes sparking with chagrined fury.


2. She sighed, too, and put her chin in her hands. Her thoughts were chagrined.


3. She stared into her rearview mirror, her mouth hanging open with chagrin. When the other car had pulled past her, she checked all her blind spots twice and then inched out the parking space so cautiously that it made me grin.


4. “You weren’t going to do anything,” Alice murmured to him, soothing his chagrin. “I could see that.”


5. Her eyes narrowed, and I guessed that she was debating whether or not to make a run for it. “I’ll just drag you back,” I promised, enjoying the chagrin on her face when she realized I meant it.


6. My mouth twisted with chagrin. I didn’t like hurting Tanya, though her feelings were not deep, hardly pure, and, in any case, not something I could return. It still made me feel less than a gentleman.


7. With perfect clarity, I remembered how her body had felt under mine after I’d thrown her out of the way of the oncoming van. Stronger than the panic or the desperation or the chagrin, I could remember that sensation. She’d been so warm and so soft, fitting easily into my own stone shape.


8. “I’ll just stay back here,” Bella said, embarrassment and chagrin on her face rather than pain. Maybe Mike had got the worst of it. I certainly hoped that was the case.


9. “My mind doesn’t work right?” she asked, her voice rising with chagrin. “I’m a freak?”

Midnight Sun is significant, because there are currently 12 unedited chapters available online. In half a book, Stephenie Meyer has managed to use the word "chagrin" 9 times. God knows how much her editing team had to modify the original manuscripts for the completed Twilight books, thereby reducing the chagrin. :) I have not read the other books that Meyer has released, but I'm assuming her favourite word will play a prominent part in those books too.

This blog post has caused me much chagrin to write.

Overall chagrin count in the Twilight series: 24

Overall chagrin count in this blog post: too many to count.

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"Nick agrees with me"? No, he doesn't, you fool.

Background to "I agree with Nick":
In our
first televised election debate
, our prime minister at the time, Gordon Brown (the leader of the opposing Labour party), kept on agreeing with the leader of the Lib Dems, Nick Clegg. Thus, "I agree with Nick" became a catchphrase.

Being a senior figure in a political party is equivalent to being an A-List celebrity. EVERYONE wants to take a photo with you /shake your hand/fawn over you, from people campaigning to be the next member of parliament (and need a photo for their campaign material) to those who just want a photo for the lulz*.

As I mentioned before, in the youth and student branch of the Liberal Democrats, Liberal Youth, elections are currently taking place to elect the new executive. Members of Liberal Youth are meant to vote for the people they want based on the manifestos shown at this handy site. Now, I made my choices based on the content in these manifestos**, what people were promising vs. what they could actually deliver, etc, but what was a big turnoff for me was people trying to pretend that senior politicians had endorsed them.

More specifically, I'm talking about this (and on a lesser scale, this). Just because you managed to get a photo next to him does not give you the right to say "Nick agrees with me." Nick Clegg takes photos with many people, and won't remember most of the people he's shared photos with (he's only human, after all).
I don't care if you were just taking the piss, or if you were just trying to liven your manifesto up with a photo, but I consider it false advertising, unless you can prove that you specifically walked up to him and gave him all your policies as a candidate for a general executive member of Liberal Youth and got his express permission to use his image in that way.
And, considering what a busy man he is (note my failure to try and get a picture of him whilst he was in the same room as me), this scenario occuring is highly unlikely.

If I ever got a photo with someone important in the Lib Dems, I could technically put anything I liked as a slogan, as I would own the rights to that picture. But I wouldn't. Because I highly doubt the person I took the photo with would agree to support "OMG LET TASERS BECOME LEGAL IN THE UK!!!!1111!!!!"

I understand prospective parliamentary candidates needing a photo with a senior member of the party  - to show that they're united/actually a member of the party - for campaign material, blah blah blah, but I don't see the point in using them to advertise people in internal elections, when we already know you're on the right party to be running for that position. And unless it's for a leadership position within the federal party, isn't everyone meant to remain neutral about who they would vote for?

When it comes to Liberal Youth elections...

You're a bloody youth politician. Like it or not, but the 'grown-ups' don't take you seriously right now. Write a decent manifesto, telling your electorate what you can and cannot offer. Don't rely on celebrity endorsements, and don't try to insinuate that senior people have agreed with everything you've said, because that just makes you look like a fool.

Or, at the very least, will make me decide to vote for someone else.

*I will hunt down Nick Clegg eventually, get a photo and act like his best buddy. Because I'm cool like that.
** Grammar and spelling may have played a part in my decision as well, as stupid as it may sound. If you can't be bothered to use spellcheck and/or proofread before you send off something for the last time, then it shows me that you can be careless.

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The Dad Drinking Game

Happy Father's Day, everyone. For those of you without fathers/those who think this 'holiday' is a pisstake/those who are just a tiny bit bitter about the whole thing, I've devised this handy little drinking game for you. The rules are simple. All you need is a strong drink and a will to turn on the TV.

Drink when:

• Someone says the word "dad."


• Someone says the word "daddy."


• Someone says the word "father," etc. etc. You know the drill.


• Someone shares a dad anecdote.


• A voiceover wishes you a happy father's day.


• An annoying presenter on TV talks about how awesome their dad is.


• Someone does a shoutout to their dad on live TV.


• There's a family comedy on TV about a dad: think Three Men and a Baby.


• There's a programme about "World's Worst Dads."


• An advert pops up about last minute gifts for your dad.


• Your friends keep talking about what they got their dads/forgot to get their dads/how great their fathers are.


• The websites you're on are filled with dad-related stuff from friends.


• The tech blogs you love have articles on "gadgets that will make your dad happy."


• All those fathers on TV make you feel a little bit wistful.


• You feel a little bit sad about the whole thing.


• You eventually get pissed off with the outside world and turn everything off.

BONUS ROUND (just because): Drink whenever someone with a German or Spanish accent says a dad-related word. Examples include German guys saying "Fazzer!!!111!" or "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

tl;dr version: Drink whenever anything dad-related comes up.

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I hate youth politics.

I joined the youth branch of the political party my views corresponded with the most earlier this year, the Liberal Democrats. Currently, there are elections going on in Liberal Youth to elect the new executive and the various committees. No doubt, when you get involved in politics, you expect to see some nastiness. But you don't expect that nastiness to come from members of the same party. I'm starting to wonder if getting involved was the best idea after all.

As the youth branch of the Lib Dems, Liberal Youth's membership database is significantly smaller than that of the main party (less and less young people getting interested in politics, etc). Liberal Youth only accounts for those aged up to 26 (and some people who really ought to be members aren't tagged as being members, but that's a story for another day). The small amount of members mean that cliques easily develop.
Like in real politics, certain members will always vote for the person they're friends with, regardless of what they can offer to the party or what they're actually promising to do - see Labour's leadership elections. But I don't see 'proper' politicians smearing other candidates about internal jobs (because that's just unprofessional, and just gives ammunition to the other parties come election time). So why do we see it so much in youth politics?

Long before I joined Liberal Youth, there were some issues that led to most of the executive of the day resigning, and by-elections having to be held. I'm starting to see things heading the same way again, and the elections aren't even over yet.
At present, my Facebook feed is filled with squabbling amongst the people running for various positions. People are threatening to leave the party if [insert member name here] gets elected instead of [insert another member name that they're friends with here], and some are still arguing about what happened last time.

HERE'S A NEWSFLASH. Liberal Youth elections count for practically nothing in the real world. No one outside of the party cares who the current chair or vice chair of whatever is. But it reflects badly on the party if you can't seem to act like a civilised human being during these elections. The Lib Dems are known for being the 'third party' in UK politics, coalitions aside. If none of you can grow up and act rationally, then you can't expect anyone else to take us seriously.

I joined the Lib Dems because of their policies on equality and fairness. Not because I wanted to stand idly by whilst the person who had the most connections within the party got the top job. Nor did I join to watch slanging matches between people who really ought to know better.

Let people who are voting in the Liberal Youth elections make up their own minds about who to vote for, no matter how stupid - Lulu's voting based on the people with the coolest names, but that's her prerogative. Endorsing another candidate is fine if you're doing it personally, but please don't use your existing role within the party as leverage for the candidate you support.

If the youth branches of political parties are meant to be the politicians of the future, then I'm extremely scared. Because, honestly? I wouldn't vote for any of you based on the way you're acting now. In ten years, you could be helping to run the country. And that's a seriously worrying prospect when you can't treat members of your own party with respect.

...Isn't democracy grand?

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I'm not meeting you at that train station.

Whenever I meet up with friends, I'm usually comfortable meeting them anywhere that's convenient for them (within limits, of course; I don't like travelling much). But if they suggest a train station in central London, my usual reaction is "HELL NO." To explain why I'm so adverse to this idea, I'll have to tell the story of what I like to call "the Emma situation." ...This story always fills me with a tiny amount of rage whenever I tell it, so bear with me.

The "Emma" is of course, another one of my friends. She's one of the best people I know to go shopping with (as most of my other friends get annoyed with my attraction to shiny objects), and is normally one of the few friends I don't want to bitchslap after a few minutes - my friends and I usually have a love/hate relationship.

Now, a couple of months ago, we planned to meet up to do some shopping (or window shopping in my case; I wasn't working then and was therefore broke). As I was going to be in central London for another reason, I thought I might as well meet her there, as that's where we were planning to go anyway. And so, at the designated time, I sauntered up to Piccadilly Circus station and waited.

If you're not familiar with the London Underground system, certain Tube lines are completely underground (meaning you can't get a phone signal at all), some are completely overground and you can use phones freely, and some are a mix between the two - on certain parts of the line, the train is overground, and you can quickly call someone, but the train soon goes into a tunnel and you lose your final connection with the world when that happens. Dun dun dun.

The line she was travelling on was one of those mixed ones; the Piccadilly Line loses all phone signal after a certain station (Barons Court, for those in the know). I phoned her and found out she was only a few stops from going underground.

Knowing she was going to be slightly late, I went to Starbucks nearby and got myself a drink.
As the shop was full and I couldn't sit down inside, I decided to walk down the road to Leicester Square instead and sit on one of the benches. I thought I could sit down for at least 15 minutes without interruption. When she got off the train, she could ring me, I thought.

I opened up The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I started reading.

100 pages flew by. "Where could she be?" I wondered. "Surely it doesn't take half an hour to go 6 stops on the Tube?" I rang her just to make sure. Yep, went straight to voicemail. "Maybe the train got stuck somewhere in between. It sometimes does that." I gave her the benefit of the doubt, and carried on reading.

Another 50 pages, and still no Emma. By then, my patience had gone, and I was getting really, really pissed off. I rang her phone. "This phone is currently unavailable", the message said, which suggested she was still underground.

20 minutes after that, and I found out she had been waiting on a platform in the station for me the entire time.

Piccadilly Circus, the station, is served by two lines/services. This means four platforms! AND NO WAY OF COMMUNICATING WITH PERSON WHO IS ON A DIFFERENT PLATFORM TO YOU/OUTSIDE BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE A BLOODY PHONE SIGNAL. Two lines/services also means I could have come to Piccadilly Circus from any direction, and used any of the other three platforms, not just the one she was standing on. Oh, and did I mention the size of the platforms and how easy it is to get to an exit without walking the entire length and breadth of the damn thing?
Besides, she already knew that I had arrived a while ago. What angered me the most is that after a few minutes of no one had turning up, she hadn't gone upstairs, out of the gates, and outside where she could actually USE HER PHONE. What a fucking waste of an hour of my life.

I saw a major common sense fail there. And then proceeded to turn into my mother and scream and shout at her in the manner of a very angry Thai lady. Even though it's been a while, writing this now to tell you guys why I won't meet you at a train station - and don't even talk about platforms to me - still brings back a large amount of the annoyance and frustration felt on the day.

So whenever someone (maybe even you) tells me they want to meet at a train station; a train station that has several platforms and is buried underground, I will usually say no. Or if there really is no other way, I will find a café or something similar outside (e.g. Platform 9 and 3/4 at King's Cross), specify that I want them to wait there and only there, and keep on mentioning the word "outside" to them. Not on the platform. OUTSIDE, DAMN IT, OUTSIDE, WHERE I CAN PHONE YOU IF YOU'RE STUPIDLY LATE.

Neurotic and paranoid and controlling? Yes. But I'm not having a repeat of that situation again. Ever.

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"If the Tablet was a human, what would its favourite pizza be?" (a @ShinyShiny "challenge").

If you believe all the rumours, I'm sure that the Apple Tablet can cure cancer, bring people back from the dead AND make your tea.

@_joethomas

...Well, it is Apple, after all. iTards expect it to be able to defeat anything and everything.

If the Apple Tablet was a human, he/she would be the equivalent of the pregnancy of a big celebrity, judging by the amount of hype given to him/her. To pick a really bad metaphor, remember when Katie Holmes was pregnant with Tom Cruise's baby? Countless articles on gossip blogs wondered, "Is he/she even real?", "How far along is she?", "Have they picked out any names yet?" and even "What is he/she going to look like?"

And so, with the Apple Tablet apparently in the works, the same questions pop up over and over again.
Author's Note: Told you it was a bad metaphor. The Apple Tablet will not resemble Suri Cruise in any shape or form.

Now, don't be silly with your comparisons. I'd never throw an Apple Tablet at Tom Cruise.

@Synoiz

But despite the strange juxtapositions, after some debate, we've all established that said Tablet is probably real. As for how long before he/she is released, the name, and what he/she's going to look like/actually do, we're all still clueless.

Shiny Shiny recently had a poll where they asked how much we would be willing to pay for the Apple Tablet, and briefly mentioned that whilst everything that could have been written about the Tablet had already been written, no blog had ever answered the question of "If the Tablet was a human, what would its favourite pizza be?" ...Yet.
I am happy to fill in this niche in the market - after all, I did nerd Beyoncé a few months ago in response to what they wrote about this.

And so, armed with a love of pizza, two articles on "What do your favourite pizza toppings say about you?" and a roundup of all the Apple Tablet rumours, I present to you my detailed analysis of:

Me? I'm a meat and two cheese kinda girl, but then again, it fits my personality to a T.

"People who prefer traditional, single meat toppings described themselves as being irritable, argumentative procrastinators, who frequently conveniently “forget” obligations at work and at home."

Pepperoni is definitely out for the Apple Tablet, because he/she needs to be patient, organised, and remember all the things his/her owners cannot. Owners of these devices will typically be flakes like me.

What about margherita pizzas?

"If you prefer that your pizza is plain with cheese only, then you probably have a true affinity for authentic Italian pies. It is also likely that you have simple, yet elegant tastes."

Whilst Apple sells well due to the simplicity of their devices and the cutting-edge technology they use, the Apple Tablet won't be exactly 'authentic' in the way his/her predecessors were. Generally, the rumours suggest he/she will be an amalgamation of the iPhone and the Mac. Apple aren't bringing anything new to the table, and are combining the best features of what they already have. Therefore, the plain pizza would not be chosen by the Tablet.

When it comes to single vegetable pizzas...

"Pizza eaters who prefer one-vegetable topping pizzas (like tomato, or mushroom)  are empathetic, understanding, well adjusted and easy going, making them the ideal parents."

Hmm. I guess I could cry on my Tablet after a bad day and trust it to understand my feelings, but WHAT IF I BREAK IT WHILST I'M CRYING ON IT? How does it expect to understand my feelings then, when it's in pain itself?
Additionally, since this is the first tablet device Apple have brought out, it is certainly not well-adjusted. There will be problems. Users will claim that they overheat, explode and turn spontaneously into hot water bottles. Apple will release a new Tablet by next year, trying to fix the problems that have just cropped up. The Tablet is the ideal parent because it will teach further generations of Tablets what NOT to do. However, the Tablet would probably never eat the single vegetable pizza willingly, because it is a constant reminder of his/her faults.

The Tablet would also hate pizzas with multiple vegetables because, well...

"Those who prefer multiple vegetable toppings are trustworthy, loyal and dependable. They value friendship and function best in a group environment. They are humble, introverted, and avoid the spotlight."

The Tablet, like all Apple products, enjoys being the centre of attention, and won't regret attacking those who gets in his/her way. As for humble? Introverted? AVOIDING THE SPOTLIGHT? This is Apple we're talking about. They thrive on the hype surrounding the secrecy of their products - we don't even know what the Tablet's going to be called at the moment.

Then we have the non-traditional pizzas.

"Those who prefer non-traditional toppings such as pineapple and onion tend to be aggressive, achievement-oriented, natural leaders. They do not easily suffer fools, and love the idea of having pizza that tastes like buffalo chicken wings and bleu cheese. They probably will try just about anything once—whether they're eating or not."

Whilst Apple is very, very protective about their trade secrets, they don't want the Tablet to be too intimidating, or people will be too scared to use him/her. The Tablet wants people to use the damn device and over and over again, and rave about their love to all their family and friends! Apple will need their users to feel like they are in control of the Tablet, and that they aren't brainwashing them to love all things silver and black - Oops. The Tablet also needs to be sleek and well put-together, whilst still being welcoming to a 2 year old.
This means that the strange pizzas are out. We want Apple to try new things, but don't want them going completely off the rails. The Tablet wants us to see him/her as innovative, but retaining enough familiarity for our comfort zones at the same time.

Which leaves...
Meat, meat and more meat!

"If you really take notice, you'll observe that the commercials for Pizza Hut Meat Lovers' pizza are highlighted with lots of excitement. The announcer's voice is robust and energetic—with a hint of assertiveness. This is no accident. The marketers are more than likely attempting to appeal to all the "big" personalities out there. Those who like their pizza pies piled high with pepperoni, sausage, ham, and beef are often not shy individuals.

Those who preferred traditional, multiple meat toppings are dramatic, seductive extroverts who thrive as the centre of attention. They crave novelty in all aspects of their life, are fashionable and impeccably groomed.
"

OMG. THE HYPE SURROUNDING THIS TABLET IS ALMOST AS BIG AS THE HYPE SURROUNDING THE JESUS PHONE iPHONE. It's going to be very overpriced, filled with fattening crap we don't really need, but it's going to be so delicious and will make you cry for more.
...Wait. Are we still talking about the Tablet?

What finally seals the Tablet's fate is this:

If you prefer traditional single-meat toppings like pepperoni, your attraction is for a person who likes a pizza loaded with meat toppings,
perhaps because you’re attracted to their unbridled zeal and passion.

Those who favor multiple meat toppings are most attracted to one another. This poses a problem for those hopeless romantics who prefer
single meats — their loves love another.
Ditzy people like me (Pepperoni) + iTablet (Meat Lover) = Unrequited love. I will probably fall in love with him/her at first sight, but he/she will only take a platonic liking to me and break when I'm not looking.

So, there you have it, guys. The Tablet will be a massive beer-guzzling meat-lover. Eat up, Apple fanboys/fangirls!
Scary thought: This time next year, we could be eating pizzas shaped into the Apple logo. *shudders*

Disclaimer: I own an iPhone 3G and a MacBook, and have previously owned iPod Touches and iPod Nanos (this is until I broke them, however). I will probably end up getting the Apple Tablet a few months after it comes out and the price goes down, and will taser anyone who dares to call me an iTard.
This is the strangest post I've ever written, and I completely blame @ShinyShiny on Twitter for this.

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Facebook and reconnections

Note: If you want to add me on Facebook, go to http://facebook.com/Rammi

I have two accounts on Facebook. One for the people I actually talk to and online friends, and another for the people I know in real life but don't really speak to (you know, the people who add me because they worked with/went to school with me once upon a time).
Facebook has a "feature" whereby they randomly tell you to reconnect with people you haven't recently talked to on there. It fails to account for the reasons why you don't talk to them, however. I keep on being asked to say hello to Hedwig Potter. I really don't want to talk to a dead owl, if you don't mind.

Recently, it's been bugging me to talk to this person:

Um, I appreciate the help, Facebook, but I need to talk less to myself, not more.

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An interesting week.

2010 is looking like it's going to be a great year. If every week is half as fun as this week was, then this will be the greatest year ever.

I took part in the first London No Pants/Trousers Day, and appeared in several newspapers and websites sans trousers. As Drusilla put it, I inadvertently became "the poster girl for exhibitionism." Whoops.

Also this week, someone helped me get a life goal completed. I may not have told you this before, but one of my life goals was to be immortalised in song. I have zero musical talent (Grade 1 in violin many years ago does not count), and therefore am creatively challenged when it comes to music. The way I see it is that even after most of us are gone, music is timeless and will remain forever. So, in a really cheesy and selfish way, I wanted a song because it would mean that I'd actually existed, if you know what I mean? [/end long philosophical ramble]
Last year, I somehow managed to persuade Chris Blake through Twitter that writing a song about me was a good idea, despite me being a very boring nerd with almost nothing that was worth writing a song about (shh, it was a secret). Anyway, this week saw the arrival of "Rammi, Won't You Be My Mommy?" and "Rammi, Won't You Be My Grammy?" after I stroppily complained that "Rammi" was pronounced wrongly.

Oh, and the best part of this week? My friend brought me back BN biscuits from France! These chocolate-filled biscuits used to be sold in every supermarket in the UK, but due to poor sales, they were withdrawn in the early part of the decade. I loved these biscuits, and the accompanying advert. I can't believe I've been living without BN goodness for about 10 years.

Do do do do do, BN BN! *disappears to go and eat these biscuits*

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January's here!

Hooray for the new year! New beginnings, etc., etc. I failed NaBloPoMo in the middle of December, and it felt great. XD Well, not the failing part, but knowing I managed to blog for 48 days straight. [The fool in me started a few days before the November NaBloPoMo and continued on until December.]

I hope I'll end up wiser by the end of 2010. That's the only thing I want. :) Here's hoping everyone who comes across this thing has a good year... *fingers crossed*

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