This world is not our home.

OMG I’m writing here again! Sometimes I wonder what happened to me, one moment I was writing, the next, I wasn’t... It was like Magic!

It wasn’t magic though, it was life, I grew up. Somewhere between the last time I signed in and now, I became an adult. I don’t mean those cool adults who have fun and do "interesting" things, I mean the boring sort who have 8 to 5 jobs and are in stable relationships.

People like that... or rather "we" (seeing as I am now one of them), are always too busy to do anything and I mean ANYTHING...and at the end of the day, all we want to do is sleep. But you know who that sucks for? Us.

Life is slowly passing me by, actually it’s quickly passing me by, 2011 is over, I am now in my "mid 20's", and next step is marriage and a nursery... eeeeiiiiuuuwwww! That’s not me! I’m young and I do things like go out until 6am......

*sigh* that should read; "that was me, I used to be young and I used to do things like go out until 6am.... but not anymore.

That brings me to the crux of the matter (yup, adults say things like "crux of the matter"). This world is not our home. That is true. When somebody passes on, I’m jolted out of what I call my "Cheshire cat zone". I call it that because Cheshire cats are just fat comfortable beings that sit there with a wide grin, doing absolutely nothing, and are content anyway.

Nobody died this time, well nobody I know at least (thank God for that), but I had an epiphany (another adult word) so here goes;

Yes I am a Cheshire cat.... but you know who else is a Cheshire cat? Garfield! So I’ve decided that Henceforth, I am Garfield. I am the one Cheshire cat that does way too much! I won’t get comfortable; I will not grow old; not until I’m thirty at least. I will go out as often as I can, and I will donate blood (don’t ask me why) but I will do it.

I will also work as hard as I can, make as much money as I can and give as much as I can.... surely I can do that.....

 And I won’t make any promises but as often as I can, I will just sit, and stare, out the window,

of 27 sunshine avenue!

MUST I ALWAYS HAVE A TITLE? (it's soo unnecessary sometimes)

In the spirit of writing more often I have decided that every time I have nothing to do for 10 minutes, I will write something. This is not easy.

More often than not,I have more or less everything to say..... which means I have nothing to say really,and if you ever want to know whether or not what you want to say is meaningful, try writing it down... if it is absolute hogwash, you will find out, and if you are anything like me, be dismayed......unless of course you are the kind who generally prefers to write hogwash. I am not.
    
So apparently Easter is this weekend.... this is a good thing in many ways..... I get to see my family at lunch and pretend that I don't really eat,that way my not so slender cousins get freaking jealous of me, and that (along with ten thousand other mean things) makes me happy.

Maybe I should write about that..... mean things that make me happy..

For starters, theres the obvious stuff... fat people, not-so-pleasant-to-look-at people,people falling down, you know, the norm... the things every one laughs at....

But what happens when you have "double barreled" situations, like a fat person falling down..... now thats really funny... I would never laugh out loud at them though....  I might say "lol" but noo, I'l wait until I get home, make pop corn, then rewind my mental movie...... then I can pause...playback rewind pause....playback...pause... like that collie budz song hehe.

*Sigh thats like the only mean thing I can think about that makes me laugh...(please note that this is probably a lie, I am trying to convince myself that I am a nice person...)

Sometimes I wonder, these things we do.... are they the things that will barr us from heaven? Laughing at people or at situations? Or is it only the murderers (including murderers of the English language) that will end up down there.....(end up down there...wind up down there, which ever way I say it.. it results with an "up down there"situation hehe.) Or maybe theres a different hell for the two categories.....
I know a british band called "The Streets", with a song that goes
                     
                                    "I want to go to heaven for the weather, hell for the company"

I disagree.... if I want good weather, or even good company for that matter, I dont need to move, I can stay right here, in my corner,
                       
                                         at 27sunshine avenue.

summerrrrr1

i can never wait to get home
 now look at this draft...... Ive been home for six months now... I even know luganda slang... too out dated
from now on, I promise to be more active
                                    Peace and love........from sunshine ave!

I have a degree!

“It has been ages since I wrote!
I am officially the laziest writer ever! How do I do it? One asks, but one must remember that one must not judge ones friends by how often they write!
I’m not even sure I have anything to write about, and I hate rambling, probably because I do it so well!! I can literally g...”
 And that’s as far as I got the last time I tried to write.....*sigh..... Well I’m back
This shouldn’t be so hard.... it’s just 26 letters neatly arranged into words, sentences, paragraphs and therefore blog entries......it will work...