Life, in general.

Today, my nephew would have been two, had he not passed away at seven months old. Requiescat in pace, Aries. We miss you. And happy birthday.

They are days like this that make me hope that maybe there is a heaven, and maybe there is a God, and all of those who have gone on before us can look down and see what we do and what we accomplish. What would my gran say about my life? My grandfather? I know that they always wanted me to do great things, and sometimes I feel that I have let them both down.

I think of things like this sometimes when I stare at the copy of my nephew's footprints that I carry in my wallet, or the pictures of my family that I take wherever I go.

I know that my family have gone to Aries' grave today, because I talked to my mum. They made him a nice card and my name is on it, and I can only hope that if Aries can see me, he knows that I although I am not there, that I love him. In his short little life, which was spent mostly in hospital, he did bring us all a good measure of happiness and joy. And I thank him for that.

GIP!

I am amazed at the speed of my mood swings. Yes. Be in awe.

Be in awe and look at my Chrimbo icon. Yay to vestalvagrant for showing me the piccy!

Oh, and this:
( Does anyone else see a resemblance here? )

Icons. I made them. And I want to show them to you.

So look, here they are.



Yay for me!

vestalvagrant asked me why I make so many entries. It's cos I'm bored and need to be entertained. So, unless one of you lot can come up with sommat better, you're stuck with me making arseloads of journal entries. So there. =D

SQUEEEEEEE!

Okay. Elijah Wood on SNL went like this:

Nice monologue sketch about renting a flat in Denver with Gollum.
Choir boy sketch. Mmm. Choirboy!lijah is Teh Hawt.
Queer Eye pisstake sketch.
(theme, anyone?)
School news programme sketch.
Boy George sketch. He was Boy George. He can sort of sing.
Stand-up comic sketch. Bulge in the jeans, I kid you not.