Is This It?

So I... just turned in the final paper of my college career. Unless you consider grad school. Which is something I very much intend to not do. Rubbish paper, but, well, quality takes time, and I was in no mood to provide that.

Ba da dum. And cue the winsome music. Time for me to wax nostalgic.

Or maybe later...

We Invented the Bloody Sport!

I'm currently doing a rain dance instead of working on the final paper of my college career. It's a case of prioritizing, and right now, if I can butterfly just enough to provide some rain showers in Perth Australia in the next few hours, then I will happily accept being lambasted by my upcoming grade report. English cricket needs me! So if you're bored, which you might well be, then please help us out. Here's some tips to get you started:

http://www.raindancefortheashes.co.uk/

And if none of this makes sense to you, that's ok too. Just think of lovely summer days on an English lawn with a cup of tea, a cucumber sandwich, crumpets, and 20 odd cricketers dressed in white sweater vests, playing silly mid-wicket, nurdling through the slips for a couple, and tonking Aussies!

I'm sure you'll agree it's an idyllic view.

Look What I Have Found

Smile... bow... small wave... and exit stage right. But not too quickly. Let the feeling linger, and the applause wash over you as you step back from the light. Close your eyes, and I'll kiss you, and we'll prove that only the good die young. And wait... there's the soul you left behind you. Behind the curtain, bargain price for the rest of the world. Dime a dozen and a penny for your thoughts. No? Oh well, look what I've become.

A seashell in a sea of shells.