insanibraino
2008-03-08 12:15 a.m.
diaryland has a new look.
not as if anyone but moi would know about it, im the only dinosaur still using diaryland instead of the newfangled blogger or xanga or livejournal.
what can i say? everytime i try to make the switch i end up running back to diaryland in html distress.
yadeedah.
im in the mood for idle chit chat and mindless gossip.
incidentally the moment im in such a mood everyone becomes hopelessly busy, even some of my most reliable go-to talkers.
such coincidence.
where are parrots when you need them.
isnt it astonishing how i can blog about absolutely nothing of substance and yet not run out of things to say.
its like my outlet for boredom.
what would i do without you, dear bloggo?
incidently i wonder how my readers feel when they read such boredom-inspired crap.
i remember the last time i was driven to write a story about scissors and bookmarks and nail polish and other stuff on my table by that awesome force of nature: boredom.
let me see if i can find it in my archives.
ah yes here it is.
and yea i realize the last 2 sentences i just wrote were completely redundant, i am afterall not holding a live conversation with anyone.
i just like to make believe i am.
so anyway without further ado here is that yellowed old entry.
the art of self-entertainment
for lack of nothing better to do i shall write out a story based on things i can see.
one fine day, a pair of scissors walked to a biology notebook and asked 'what are you doing?'
the biology notebook replied: 'ive been lying on the table for days because the homework in me is too undesirable to be touched.'
the pair of scissors nodded solemnly and proceeded to the computer screen, which it poked with its leg.
the computer screen said ow and blinked.
the scissors laughed and resumed walking, only to trip over a round brush. the round brush snickered and retracted its bristle, then rolled off the table and fell to the floor when the scissors kicked it.
giggling to itself, the scissors continued its journey and met a furry bookmark with a dog head. it examined the bookmark and said 'ive only heard of dog-earring a book, not dog-heading one!'
laughing at its own wit, the scissors kept walking till it saw a swarovski crystal necklace. it preened itself in the reflective surfaces till the necklace got sick of being stared at and stuck its tongue out at the scissors before bouncing away.
feeling bored and suddenly energetic, the scissors decided to do some physical activity and started tap dancing. this went on for some minutes until the table realized what the scissors was doing and shouted the place down, complaining about its scarred surface.
the noise woke up nearby bottles of nail polish, who then decided to re enact a court scene and became judge cum jury cum lawyers. a discussion began about how the scissors should be dealt with.
'i say we KILL it!' vampire red said.
'toss it in the sea!' salmon pearl proclaimed.
'no, no, save its life!' crystal peach said in a wobbly voice.
the scissors rolled its eyes and went to stand next to vintage brown, beginning a discussion about human rights.
'humans are always right.' says vintage brown, steepling its fingers thoughtfully.
the scissors nodded agreeably. 'that is correct. humans always write, most of the time to relieve boredom!'
with that goal achieved, i hereby end this remarkable impromptu story.
the end.
im getting rather adapt at this.
soon i shall hone the art of self-entertainment to a knife-edge point and use it to poke you.
hahahahahaa that didnt make sense at all!
yes i know i sound a bit insane.
maybe i am.
its a phase (this part is directed at dionne who has received the brunt of my crazy rantings) it will wear off.
soonish.
see this is what happens when you get less than 5 hours of sleep before setting out on your 6.30am-11pm day.
your brain cells get fizzled and you end up sounding loony like me.
ok i shall stop scaring you now, i know you are itching to have me put into a straitjacket.
so taa.
