A Temporary Break In Hiatus (sorry about the RSS)

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 Does anyone have any science programs and access to a scanner? Much appreciated.
This is a crappy 100th post, innit? And not a .gif in sight. Then again, it's not exactly a "proper" 100th post...where/when is it, by the way?
I hate this. This hiatus isn't just because I don't have access to a proper desktop computer, or access to proper Blogger on the laptop. (If it was, I wouldn't be posting a link to Irregular Webcomic! above. It's hilarious for people who did IT and vaguely remembered Chapter 3 this year.) It's not just because I'm busy, though I like to tell myself so. (If it was, I wouldn't be reading DW fanfic/Irregular Webcomic!/Arthur, King of Time & Space/TVTropes. The second one is also the reason why I have so many tabs in a yellow colour at the moment on the lappy.) It's not because I was watching Sherlock, and it was, and is, EPIC WIN, even if Mum doesn't get the meaning of "cliffhanger". It's probably something to do with my memory, but that's not the only thing...dammit, I just hate this not posting thing, alright? I haven't even gotten to the point of posting a notice of hiatus and then I go breaking it and putting it back in in the middle of exam week. Bloody timing...
Although, I am very, very happy today. Not only do I have more Muse (new favourite band) and DW soundtrack to listen to, I can has AUDIOBOOKS! (Do you recall the post made last term about me wanting to have a DW audiobook to listen to while I was sick? Yeah. If you can't be bothered, here it is. And then most of the torrents were for a subscription-only site and I got pissed. You didn't see that bit.) *sigh* It's taking a long while, though. Did I mention that Opera is pretty cool? Yeah, it can handle torrents, too.
And anyway, if I don't already know this science, I'm kinda screwed for anything that requires a memory, because I first read this when I was in Year 5 or 6. No, scratch that, probably a year earlier, Year 3. (Skipped Year 4, remember?) If it hasn't sunk in over that time, then, well...
WE RETURN YOU TO THIS HIATUS NOW IN SESSION
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My First Book Of Autobiographical Stream-Of-Consciousness Stories Part 1

Now:
Really, this is...not really, well, maybe perhaps the first one I've actually posted on here. And I know this is insanely meta, because this is a story and all and I'm not going to put in where I've gone and edited bits back and forth in my head and well...what was the point of that insanely long run-on sentence? Ah yes. I'm getting ahead of myself. Yes.
This is a stream of consciousness story, or post, whichever fits better, where we attempt to follow - I say follow because if it went straight from head to screen it would be an incomprehensible string of half-formed words and thoughts - Fire up the thought engines! - so we're trying to minimise the whole "jumping tracks around my head midway" thing here. And hopefully it'll be in sequential sentences. And yes, this is part of it too. Did you think, maybe, these were author's notes? Well, the line's blurred, and so are many others. Enjoy while I procrastinate and angst at the same time.
Scroll down to the very bottom for the distilled, but slightly different version. It's a long way down.
Buckle up for a ride inside my weird, weird head. Like I said, autobiographical.

YAYY Procrastination. Not.

Or, I Am So Fucking Bored I Don't Give A Shit (Reprise)

Really, how else do you explain the sudden lack of work done? (Apart from TVTropes and fanfic, but we won't go there.) (Or the inexorable flood of assignments/exams/other shit, but we won't go there.)

I haven't done any proper work in about a week. And now, well, shit. If only weekends were longer, but that would be defeating the point of a week-end, which are like bookends to a week, and now I'm not making any sense so I'll stop now.

Really, I just feel like unleashing a ton of xkcd/TVTropes linkys here, so, just go here before I change my mind: http://xkcd.com/

Over and out.

P.S. If you want to fin out what I'm meant to be mentally unprepared for, just read the tags, it'll help some.
P.S.S. Nobody gives a shit about the election, but it still looks like a hung parliament for now.
P.S.S.S. Jim's changed his blog theme @ http://duvrangnir.blogspot.com/.
P.S.S.S.S. Someone tried to blow up Discovery Channel HQ in the US. He died. The lesson, kids, is to no blow up stuff, because you'll die, one way or another. I know people die, but really, I'd rather die when I'm good and ready.

Signing off.

For once, nothing is pressing on my mind - posted unfinished, an ode to a bored Sunday.

I know, mindblowing, right?
But then...
Contemplation.
It's like the natural instinct for people in quiet moments, even if we're blasting our ears with music, especially melancholic ones.
I wish iTunes had tags.
Have you seen my tag list lately?
It seems every post I have to make a new tag, because every post is unrelated, topically and thematically, and the only thread linking them is that they all happened to me, really. Some are rants, some are contemplative, some felt like I was high at the time (I wonder what'd happen if I really took drugs. Best not to find out.)
And then I decided to hit everyone online and available with a random conversation. Best to say it didn't go well. You can read the full transcript of my window in a later post.
The point I'm coming to is that I NEED to know EVERYTHING about a person or thing.