K sees dead people

So this morning after getting frightened out of sleep by my cell phone [which was closer to my head than I thought it was] my stepsister, K, who works at one of the local retirement homes bounces into my room and under my covers and says, "ask me how my night shift went."

Now, K's been working 11pm-7am for the last 5 nights so the fact that she is awake this early is enough to trigger me off, but being a dutiful sister I ask how it went.

"I found a dead person," she says. And then proceeds to tell me how and what a dead person looks and feels like.

Thank yoooou, K.

this is what a graduate looks like

Probably one of my favourite and most hilarious photograph from the big day. No, my mum is not grabbing my bum, rather she is trying to hold my hood down because of the wind.

Just call me Alumni.

blasphemy?

After getting told by a close personal blogger to check out the website Letters to Dead People, I perused it falling more and more in love with the idea of it until I came to this particular letter:

I couldn't believe my eyes as my brain tried to comprehend. Did Darcy really ruin everything?

Now believe me when I say I am a devout Austen fan; I mean, sure sometimes her writing is a bit boring [Helloooooo Mansfield Park, I am talking to YOU!] and maybe the idea of Elizabeth and Darcy created the most idealistic, stereotypical romance in the world [I refuse to acknowledge Romeo and Juliet as of right now] and maybe quite possibly over-shawdowed the main message always present in Austen's writings [aka girl power, for all you Austen-virgins out there] but still!

Darcy what did you do to this blogger to create such hate!

Actually, truth be told, Elizabeth and Darcy were my favourites until I read Austen's Persuasion with Anne and Frederick. Sigh. Now there is a love story.