Hales.was.Hurr

Current Mood: Feart 

I can’t fully expound upon it with any well-rounded or entirely rational explanations, but, I have been incredibly  nervous about the Scottish Referendum. 
For those unaware, Scotland is holding a major vote today, the results of which will determine if Scotland will secede from the UK, becoming a truly independent country. 
For those still befuddled, that’s right: Scotland is not technically a nation, at least not in the fully sovereign and separate sense that has essentially become the generally accepted idea of what makes a nation an actual, full-blown, lone country. (three cheers for the education system, huh) 
Obviously the outcome of the ballot will have massive ramifications, one way or another (although admittedly one path seems as if it would lead to at least slightly massiver ramifications, in my humble opinion). 
As an unenthusiastic American dead set on expatriating my way over to the UK (uh…er, Scotland and/or England) since the ripe age of five, my stomach has been contorted in surely most unnatural forms today.

Current Mood: Feart

I can’t fully expound upon it with any well-rounded or entirely rational explanations, but, I have been incredibly nervous about the Scottish Referendum.

For those unaware, Scotland is holding a major vote today, the results of which will determine if Scotland will secede from the UK, becoming a truly independent country.

For those still befuddled, that’s right: Scotland is not technically a nation, at least not in the fully sovereign and separate sense that has essentially become the generally accepted idea of what makes a nation an actual, full-blown, lone country. (three cheers for the education system, huh)

Obviously the outcome of the ballot will have massive ramifications, one way or another (although admittedly one path seems as if it would lead to at least slightly massiver ramifications, in my humble opinion).

As an unenthusiastic American dead set on expatriating my way over to the UK (uh…er, Scotland and/or England) since the ripe age of five, my stomach has been contorted in surely most unnatural forms today.


all those cartoons in which the character can’t sleep due to some auditory nuisance and thus shoves what appear to be cotton balls in his/her ears……. LIES! i can at this moment confirm that cotton balls possess NO acoustic absorption qualities whatsoever. porky pig seriously should have been STOPPED in his spread of idiocy and bullshit remedies.


4am…

Omfg there is a lone cricket who has gone rogue and is losing his absolute shit just outside my window right now with the persistence of a cursed alarm clock that can never be silenced. He woke me up in a half-terrified state, and there is no end to his mad soliloquy in sight.
little fucker’s so lucky I don’t murder things. hop away, little demon.