banana fana fo fana

I know I've not been living up to my instigation of noting the bits and pieces of my day, but, and yes it's quite a doilee-in-an-indian-house predictable but, I've been busy and stuff.

School means full days starting at 4am, the Varsity newspaper's been bitchslapping me around like someone who's suicidal enough to have pissed off Azra, and the bouts of business aside, these last few weeks have managed, in an evil giraffe gallopping among the treelines kind of way¹, yes, the weeks that have only just shooed and shied away have swollen life impossibly wonderfully with happy and possibility and an increased chance of having a thumbwar².

I am flickring through though, and I'm not half chuffed to have made the most important part of a month *insert smiley here*.

So yes, to suffice to say life is unfairly wonderful³, and I'm willing to share if you come visit.

...banana fana fo fana...

1. that's right, I am seeing Eddie Izzard tomorrow, how'd you know?
2. I should perhaps refrain from any reference to Pooh Sticks, and, instead, mention that thumbs were caught in soft embrace.
3. Except for being broke, but that's hardly life, that's just money

P.S. While I refer to Azra with zero exaggeration, I'm not doing it as a reference to fierce and unmerciful, but only as I ever have, as a pointing out of an all too rare specimen of person who is confident enough in herself to value herself fairly to know how she should be respected, and how to respect others.