Monday Night: the long weekend is coming to a close. Wow, i've been even more wasteful than usual. Homework was too intimidating, so I spent the grand majority of my hours pressing the 'b' button on my gameboy to kill evil beasties on "The Legend of Zora".

Do you think the Beijing Olympics was successful? Apart from the cloud of concern to do with Human Rights and the environmental aspect, I think they pulled it off rather nicely. London has a lot to live up to. It's kind of sad isn't it? How every time the games has to be bigger and better (and therefore more expensive) than the last. We need competition to boost our own expectations and propel us to new heights, but it gets a bit much, don't it?

I'm a little surprised Obama didn't choose Clinton to be his running partner. Perhaps he will regret it later too- he'd snag a greater percentage of the women's votes if he opted for her. Though I guess it's not supposed to about that. My mum thinks he avoided her because he wanted to distance himself from Bill Clinton. Apparently the two don't really get on. Ah, the nitty gritty dynamics of politics. Based more on the personality of the figurehead than party policy. Nazi Germany showed us that- people swept away by the force of Hitler as a person, with the Nazi's programme accepted through him. Sad, innit? It's amazing how gullible we can all be, how vulnerable, under the right (i.e. wrong) conditions.

Mum's just read my short story (i know, you must be so sick of this topic). Admittedly, her response wasn't as bad as last time...but the only thing she said was
"mm, yeah, i've found some problems here and here and here". A promising verdict. Couldn't she have the decency to play the mother's role and lie for god's sake? You know, just a little lie. Even a nod and a smile would suffice to save my ego from getting pummelled to a pulp.
Ah, failure.

noooooo, the printer's run out of ink.

Add to your 'To Read' List:

1. The Amulet of Sakarand
2. The Golem's Eye
3. A Long way Gone
4. A Spot of Bother
5. The Kite Runner

Well, i'm off (like a piece of cheese, my parents would say. how lame).

QUOTE OF THE DAY: (Mrs Dalloway exert, Virginia Woolf. Believe it or not, that's a single sentence.)

And everywhere, though it was still so early, there was a beating, a stirring of galloping ponies, tapping of cricket bats; Lords, Ascot, Ranelagh and all the rest of it; wrapped in the soft mesh of the grey-blue morning air, which, as the day wore on, would unwind them, and set down on their lawns and pitches the bouncing ponies, whose forefeet just struck the ground and up they sprung, the whirling young men, and laughing girls in their transparent muslins who, even now, after dancing all night, were taking their absurd woolly dogs for a run; and even now, at this hour, discreet old dowagers were shooting out in their motor cars on errands of mystery; and the shopkeepers were fidgeting in their windows with their paste and diamonds, their lovely old sea-green brooches in eighteenth-century settings to tempt Americans (but one must economise, not buy things rashly for Elizabeth), and she, too, loving it as she did with an absurd and faithful passion, being part of it, since her people were courtiers once in the time of the Georges, she, too, was going that very night to kindle and illuminate; to give her party.