keep catching my dad doing senile things... like basically these two ducks are using are pond for a vacay from the next door neighbour's lake (happens all the time) and my dad suddenly catches sight of the little mutts eating the lone, flowerless water lily none of us ever noticed grows on our pond. so over he hobbled to show them what's-what banging on the window shouting "VANDALS!! VANDALS"" Yeah dad, get 'em good, these ruffians...

He's also becoming a menace to my intellectual progress! Today I was revising and, foolishly, thought he was working at the other end of the table when I hear shouting and cursing from his direction and he's waving his Mac thing (the really small new ones I'm too scared to admit anyone I know has), so naturally I ask in my soothing tones what the matter is. But all is not as I feared, turns out it's just his hilaaarious app where you throw a piece of paper in the waste paper basket - but the cool and modern new twist is that it's all on your computer screen! so you don't have to turn around and actually throw anything anywhere!

I'll hand it to him though, he's pretty good at the game

I would say I'm worried but it's more of a self-satisfying, quiet amusement I get out of all of this. And the realization study leave really needs to end right now.






here are some nice songs from my Summer mood:












and this woman's voice is the maddest I've heard yet. I'm always jealous of singers who can do that thing where you sort of grunt and sing. So cool