Uptight? Me? Really?
STRESS:
affliction, agony, alarm, albatross, anxiety, apprehensiveness, burden, clutch, crunch, disquiet, disquietude, distention, draw, dread, expectancy, extension, fear, fearfulness, ferment, flutter, force, hardship, hassle, heat, impatience, intensity, misgiving, mistrust, nervous tension, nervousness, oppression, overextension, passion, protraction, pull, restlessness, spring, strain, stretch, tautness, tenseness, tension, tensity, tightness, traction, trauma, trepidation, trial, urgency, worry.
Since the launch of my poem Ode to the Creme Egg, people have been buying me endless heaps of creme eggs and while I am grateful, I don't want any more because I now hate them. In fact, I retract my ode. All creme eggs can burn in blood and pus-spewing hell, which is not a nice joint from what I gather. Anyone who buys me another creme egg will be forced to eat it themselves without being allowed to lick their lips, or some similar form of torture. Keep your eggs, you generous fools.
Final exam of the semester (Aquinas - YAWN) is tomorrow and afterwards I will be partaking in some suitably rowdy behaviour at a jazz club with a number of moronic friends. Hi morons. We all know you're reading. I intend to get so drunk that I create an embarassing scene in the bar and cause great discomfort for all friends with me, and I might even puke in the car on the way home.
Stop judging me! We all make mistakes.
Everyone seems to be having eppos* about the launch of a new airplane. Apparently it's really big or something. What are we, Americans? Do we need everything to be enormous?
I only flew for the first time when I was 20 (my family are poor, yes we lived in a caravan, yes I wore black bags to school, yes I had potatoes and buttermilk for dinner every day) and it was one of the greatest disappointments of my life. WHERE IS THE THRILL? It is not in the airplane. I thought I would actually be able to feel us flying, but it's smoother than a cup of Vanilla Häagen-Dazs. Since then, I've been on a few turbulent flights which were more interesting, but the downside of those is the people around you spewing into their paper bags, and the ensuing stench. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.**
More when I feel sane again.
neuro-praxis -- Choking On Her Gut
*epileptic fits
**generic wisdom
eppo - from the Koine Greek eppilopposis, meaning the peeling of bark off of a tree
Posted by: Zoomtard at January 19, 2005 10:48 PMYour post is half hidden behind your left sidebar. I can't read it.
If I can't read it then the fountain of my respectful praise will remain unspurted.
Cool makeover, though. Really, really vile. Kudos due...:)
Posted by: Da Goldfish at January 20, 2005 01:09 AMWHAT?!
It's half hidden? How is this possible? What browser are you using?
How irrtating! I thought it was finished!
Posted by: neuro-praxis at January 20, 2005 11:22 AMTry refreshing your page. Maybe you were looking at it while I was rebuilding some files. Bloody hell. I've checked it in explorer and firefox on different screen resolutions and it looks fine.
Reassure me: I have an exam today. I REQUIRE NO FURTHER STRESS.
Posted by: neuro-praxis at January 20, 2005 11:25 AMAt the risk of inserting a comment where its not wanted, have you ordered your blog links by the number of characters in its proponent's name? How... utilitarian. :)
Posted by: mr_angry at January 21, 2005 12:11 AMAre you calling me anally retentive?
Because, if you were, it'd be justified.
But I'm watching you Martin. Don't you forget it.
Posted by: neuro-praxis at January 21, 2005 01:01 AMSorry m'dear. Still half-hidden. I'm using bog-standard IE 5 (Or 6, not sure). It's all big orangey empty space to the right, and all scrunched up on the left.
Posted by: Da Goldfish at January 22, 2005 12:15 AMTry http://neuro-praxis.blogspot.com
Posted by: neuro-praxis at January 23, 2005 02:29 PM