Thursday, July 1

Ramble 3

I am famous. Look. (that's a link by the way. You can click it. I just can't figure out how to make links different colours.) I have been mentioned in someone's blog. Thank-you my great-aunt/distant-relation. One day I'll figure out exactly how you are related to me. But friend is one label I can use. Thanks for mentioning me there, because it actually makes me feel as though there is someone out there who is reading this. Merci beaucoup. Now I am going to have to look up what exactly a "slice-of-life" blog entails.

Other than my new-found celebrity status, many other happy things have happened of late, to real celebrities. Nadal is through to the semi-finals, which is pretty damn awesome. Playing Andy Murray of Australian Open fame, where he won because Rafa retired, which was slightly lame. And um...there's no way of saying this gently, so I'll just say it. Federer got knocked out. Oh yeah. Baha. I'll stop being so mean. But I think he is getting old. Oh yeah. Time for some Rafa domination. Only twenty-four. Got ages to go. Yeah boy. 

Other Spaniards have also achieved, which I woke up at 4:30 yesterday morning to watch. Spanish football team is now through to the...quarters I believe. I think. If I can count properly. Was a very interesting match. Poor Portugal. As soon as Ronaldo got anywhere near the ball, three Spanish guys would just jump on him. As a result, he barely touched the ball. 

Any other stuff? No? Harry Potter trailer is out. It looks so intense. Really really really intense. Really. Such high drama. Slightly sad though, now that it's all coming to an end. The series of our generation.

And Julia, Himasha and Bec are going to watch Eclipse. Which means I have to ignore them for a few days. Unless they talk to me. Or I feel like talking to them. 

And my Restaurant City is booming. I feel as though I could actually run a restaurant. No I don't. But you get it. But all the ingredients I want can't be sent. Gah. I need sugar. And orange. And mint. Gah. 

Nothing's going round my head a lot, strangely enough. Weird. 
A slice of life story is a category for a story that portrays a "cut-out" sequence of events in a character's life. It may or may not contain any plot progress and little character development, and often has no exposition, conflict, or dénouement, with an open ending. It usually tries to depict the everyday life of ordinary people, sometimes but rarely, with fantasy or science fiction elements involved. The term slice of life is actually a dead metaphor: it often seems as if the author had taken a knife and "cut out" a slice of the lives of some characters, without concern for narrative form. It is sometimes called tranche de vie, from the French.
Thanks Wiki.


  1. ...i totally didn't mean it like that.

  2. Well, that's sort of in relation to a story...I don't think it says anything about a blog xD