Picture Perfect

Part one: 1:00am.

And I just came back from it!

Brilliance beyond brilliance...the lighting. The dancing. The champagne (yes, that's right, champagne!). The girls.
The girls! All so pretty. And so cute. Why oh why can I just have one? Who made up that rule? So unfair.

I may have drank a little champagne over the course (a bottle, actually) and may have influenced a girl or two to drink and drink some more. Meh heh heh. Loosen up a lil' 'aint gonna hurt.

Talking about lil', I saw my not-yet-2 year old cousin today. She is the sweetest baby. She is, in fact, the steryotypical baby, cute podgy face, ginger hair, toothy smile, thumb-in-mouth default stance. Y'know the type. Comic book stuff here. brilliance.

 And now, because i'm very tired, i'm going to go. bye!

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Part two: 10:50pm
Rules Of Engagement: The Fencing Chapter. And loveliness.

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As I sit here with you, I can't help but breathe in the myriads upon myriads of dust particles currently polluting my air. The building works have found their way from the downstairs, to the upstairs of my house. I'm guessing this is because they've ripped out every room downstairs and are working on the upstairs now. The upshot is, i'm very uncomfortable. And breathing in dust. Which is so unhealthy.

Fencing today was good, though I was late, for reasons I shall explain later.
A whole bunch of new people joined the group today, about 7, so there's a whole host of new characters I can write about. Take The Hulk. He is so large, I have named him The Hulk. Of course, I'd never say that to his face, he'd probably beat me senseless pretty quickly. He pokes far too hard with his sword. I may have responded to this by annoying him with my blade and positioning it in a certain way that he gets poked when he pokes me. If you follow. Anyway, that's his fault for leaning to far forwards). Then there's Nervous Guy. He's ever so jumpy. And he gets more nervous when I ask him to stand a bit closer to my sword (in the nicest possible manner one can ask such a thing, of course. I mean, in effect, I'm asking "sorry old chap, would you mind standing closer to the point of my sword so I can hit you and cause you pain more easily? Ok? Charming!" At face value, hardly a benign request, but it is). There's The Borrower, too. Named after the TV-series of those teeny-tiny people "borrowing" things. So called, because she's teeny-tiny.

No worries, however, as French girl is still the prettiest person there (this includes the men) with the possible exception of the BFG (Yes, that's Big Friendly Giant. So called because...well, he's big, and ever so friendly. And he's very engaged) but that's for a post waaay more disturbing than this one. Frenchy. She's a lovely, lovely girl. I even managed to speak to her *gasp*. Actually, we yelled at each other from different sides of the platform [going in different directions on the same platform. Understand now? Yes? Good]. When I say "lovely" I don't mean "pretty" I mean chilled out, friendly, and just the right amount of crazy-ness [the crazy-O-metre works as follows (and actually measures character): If someone I just met makes a weird funny face at me, or if they do so in response to a weird face from me, they're delightfully crazy. If they don't know how to respond, ignore me and in no way interact, they are, i'm afraid to say, not comfortably crazy. That's right, kids. The aim is not to suffer from insanity, but to enjoy every moment of it. Therefore French Girls scores high for not only making funny faces at me first, but for responding to my own crazyness, especially the part with the flailing arms and the train]. So anyway, she's lovely as usual.

The other lovely girl is lovely in a different way.
She has the cutest features, actions, mannerisms and personality. I'm talking Bamby-eyes here kids, blushing, head-tilting. Y'know, the girly thing. She's also quite clever and logical. I found this out when pointing out she was very girly; she responded by saying that it wasn't surprising as she was, in fact, a girl (I told you she was logical). Over the course of our talkings, I also found out she's not afraid to speak her mind. All in all, she's the cutest, sweetest girl. And very pretty too.

I'm also taking her touring tomorrow. Woooo! I have to miss a few lectures to do this, but I would have missed them anyway. Just like I missed them for the past three weeks.

Also also, am going to Paris on Thursday with family peoples. Am missing 3 classes (out of 4!) and one lecture to do so. All in all, I think out of 6 lectures, i'll be going to three.

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A few things I'm pondering:

1. There is no such thing as an "aunt-in-law" (there should be).
2. If someone marries their uncle's wife's sister (their aunt-in-law), they will be both cousins and uncles to their uncle's kids. They will also be brothers-in-law to this aunt (uncle's wife).
3. The kids from this union would have a great uncle, but only an ordinary aunt (or would the aunt be upgraded to great aunt too?).
4. They and their kids will be made fun of in the playground.

• If someone married their uncle's first cousin, that would be weird.
• This also goes for a girl marrying her uncle.
• And for anyone marrying their own first cousins.
• Second cousins too.
• Hell, third cousins as well whilst we're at it. Even though I don't actually know what a third cousin is. Anyone care to explain?
• Anthropologically speaking, incest only applies to marriage, not sexual relations.
• In normal-person terms, incest is not forbidden in France (abolished by Napolean in 1810) the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium, Portugal, Turkey, Japan, Argentina and Brazil. Germany may follow, but that's purely speculation on my part [there's an incest case trying at the moment there].

1. Marrying your cousin's cousin may be as weird as marrying your second cousin or your aunt-in-law, but not as weird as marrying your first cousin.
2. Marrying your sister is off the scale weirdness. Don't do it, please.
3. 1 in 2 people are bi-curious.
4. 1 in 100 people are incest-curious.
5. 1 in 1000 people marry their cousin In the USA.
6. Don't worry. I made up those statistics to scare you. I scare even myself sometimes. This is one of those times.
7. But the statistic in point number 5 is actually true. Scared? You should be. You could end up marrying your cousin!
8. Cousin-girls are less likely to miscarry then non-cousin girls.

I could go on with the fun family facts but shan't.

These thoughts filtered through my mind because I only recently met my aunt-in-law and uncle's first-cousin. They are both pretty, but my mind blanks out. It's too weird to contemplate them in terms further than contained in this post, which has already pushed the borders of weirdness.

Instead, I shall leave you with this thought: There's nothing like family!


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N.B.: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as is prettyness and the crazy-O-metre.