Who are they? What are they? What are they doing here? Who sent them?

It might be the start of another ARG. If so, I want to be there. If not, I still want to be there so I can be Rickrolled or something. The email promises drinks and nibbles, anyhow.

Seriously. Why do they fail to listen, even when you repeat it over and over again? >.< And their parents are even worse, not believing that their little darlings could ever harm a soul.
Parents: Your children are not sweet and innocent. They’re eejits who need to learn how to follow instructions. When I say “Stay in that area”, I MEAN “Stay in that area”.

This has been a rant from Rammi to avoid failing NaBloPoMo. That will be all. Goodnight.

Sorry, too excited to say much today. SQUEE! Now, I’ve got to wait for everything to sync before I can play with my shiny new toy… Hmmm, that sounds rather dodgy, now that you think about it.

I’ve had this tab open for several hours now, not knowing what to write. I don’t want to be one of those bloggers who ends up going through the whole motions of their day, until you get so bored that you can’t see the end. :g_sleeping:

So, a few hours later, I still don’t know what to write. I find it easier to write novels and essays, when there’s a fixed format. With essays, I have to write about a particular topic, and can go on for pages about the littlest detail. Also, when I write novels, I’m in my own little dreamworld, with characters who have to be nice to me or I’ll kill them off.

Here? It’s completely different. Blogging can be about anything and everything, and there lies the difficulty. I just don’t feel interesting enough.

Whilst in class and talking about the different viewpoints of people analysing the poem “Maude Clare” by Christina Rossetti, I realised that although we could discuss how a feminist and a historian viewed the poem differently, Rick Astley’s viewpoint was another matter entirely. My annotations were soon filled with song lyrics… Oops!

I don’t think Christina Rossetti would be too impressed with me, but the original poem can be viewed here.

Maude Clare was no stranger to love
Lord Thomas knew the rules and still he lied
A full commitment’s what she was thinking of
She wouldn’t get this from any other guy

She just wanted to tell him how jilted she was feeling
Gotta make Nell understand

Lord Thomas gave her up
Lord Thomas let her down
Lord Thomas ran around and deserted her
Lord Thomas made her cry
Lord Thomas said goodbye
Lord Thomas told a lie and hurt her

They had known each other for so long
Her heart was aching but she was too shy to say it
Inside they both knew what’s been going on
They knew the game and they were gonna play it

And if Nell asks her how she’s feeling
Don’t tell her you’re too blind to see

Lord Thomas gave her up
Lord Thomas let her down
Lord Thomas ran around and deserted her
Lord Thomas made her cry
Lord Thomas said goodbye
Lord Thomas told a lie and hurt her

Gave her up, gave her up
Gave her up, gave her up
Lord Thomas gave her up
Gave her up, gave her up
Lord Thomas gave her up
Gave her up, gave her up

She just wanted to tell him how jilted she was feeling
Gotta make Nell understand

Lord Thomas gave her up
Lord Thomas let her down
Lord Thomas ran around and deserted her
Lord Thomas made her cry
Lord Thomas said goodbye
Lord Thomas told a lie and hurt her

Lord Thomas gave her up
Lord Thomas let her down
Lord Thomas ran around and deserted her
Lord Thomas made her cry
Lord Thomas said goodbye
Lord Thomas told a lie and hurt her

Lord Thomas gave her up
Lord Thomas let her down
Lord Thomas ran around and deserted her
Lord Thomas made her cry
Lord Thomas said goodbye
Lord Thomas told a lie and hurt her