I love my mouse, I love my mouse, I love my mouse, I love my mouse… but it stopped working. My Mighty Mouse would scroll up, but not down. Turns out they’re really sensitive to dust and all it needed was the little ball to be rubbed gently with a damp cloth. Now it works! YAY!

My dad ignored me today. We were putting some new hub caps which I won on eBay on my car. When we were done I asked him why Grandma and Grandpa never named him Sigmund. He looked at me blankly and walked inside the house without saying a word. Either he’s just learned to ignore me or perhaps I’ve stepped on a touchy subject which I was unaware of?

Last night I got to say goodbye to some great friends (Jo, Jim and Alice) who are about to start at Uni. They’re all going to the same one too so that’s gonna be good for them. They taught me a few things, such as what a boob tube was (and apparently it’s not a tube that doctors use to store breast implants in as Jim had me believe, even though he looked really serious at the time he explained it. I’m thinking that perhaps the fact that he was being serious for once should have been a giveaway that he was messin with me). I also learned how bra sizes work and that apparently you have to pinch the end of condoms so that they don’t burst. Good advice for the future I suppose. Although Jim did assume that I didn’t know what the word ‘muff’ meant, even though I’ve heard the term ‘muff diver’ before. Although it’s not been until today that I’ve actually wondered exactly how diving into one works – such as, what specifically is it that does the diving? (Ollie, if you’re gonna answer this one – sensible answers only please).

What’s scary tho is last night I started to feel old. Assuming I hadn’t dropped out of Uni, I would have graduated by now and they still are yet to start Uni. Yet even so, I feel like I’m the youngest of the group, mainly cos I’m the only one who doesn’t understand a lot of things. Especially things that are apparently obvious to most people, such as the classic example of breasts don’t squeak or the other day when I learned in a chatroom that if someone is starting off the sentence “This one time, at band camp…”, you should not try and make it ‘clean’ by following it with “…I learned how to pitch a tent”. It can leave you being ridiculed for 30 minutes before they explain to you exactly how easily they can twist it. I dunno, I guess I just feel like people look down on me at times cos I don’t understand some basic things that apparently are either common knowledge or common sense.

Jim told us a fantastic anecdote though. My apologies to Jim if I misquote it, but if I remember correctly it’s something along the lines of this;

Jim has a friend, who for the sake of this story I shall call Sigmund – on account of the fact that not only can I not remember the name of the person in question, but as my dad ignored my previous question, I feel that today at least someone should be named Sigmund. This one time, at… wherever, he had sex. Sigmund is also in a band and after losing his virginty he came up with the idea of a new band name; ‘Three Virgins and a Vocalist’. Jim pointed out to Sigmund that at some point the band is going to have to change its name. Soon it will be ‘Two Virgins, a Vocalist and a Drummer’, then it will be ‘A Virgin, a Vocalist, a Drummer and a Bassist’, and then eventually they’ll just be known as ‘Four Guys Who’ve Had Sex!’

But anyways, it was a good night and I wish all three of them the very best.

In other news, today I randomly decided to google for “lobalobbalobo” and it came back saying “Did you mean: flobalobalob”. That’s just awesome.