Mog and Chips

“The boy’s name Paul \paul\ is pronounced pahl. It is of Latin origin, and its meaning is “small“….

…Pablo is a Spanish form;
Paolo is Italian;
Paulino, Paulo are Portuguese;
Pal, Poul are Scandinavian;
Pauel is Dutch;
Paulus is Latin;
Pavel is Slavic;
Pavlik, Pavlo are Russian
Paulson is English
Paulsen is Dutch, Scandinavian.”

These are all now nicknames for Decay, and everyone must call him them, because I am procrastinating  and I found this amusing =P
Strangely, I’ve had little sleep over the weekend and such, but at the moment I’m hyper. I’ve done all of about 7 frames since 10pm and I just can’t concentrate. Still, I did a lot before I left so I haven’t got that much more to do.

Saw Midsummer Night’s Dream by Brighton Uni’s drama club at weekend - I could actually follow it and it was class. The actors were really good - especially the villains messing around within the play’s guidelines. I’ve seen TV adaptations of it (y’know with the editing and symbolism and such that’s supposed to make things EASIER to understand) and it just doesn’t work. Shakespeare can only be done in theatre, I swear. And it was done really well.

My sister’s already annoying me - whenever she’s stressed out she yells at me. I’m staying out of the same room as her because she seems to get agrivated just by my presence when I haven’t even done anything. For gods sake I shouldn’t have to do that - I shouldn’t have her taking her stress out on me just because I’m her younger sibling, I offer to help doing things and she just wants me to get out of the way, I mind my own business and I’m in the wrong for being lazy and not helping. And god forbid she needs to talk to me when she’s in a bad mood - snap snap yell yell and I’m thinking “what the hell have I done wrong?!”

That’s what’s making me not look forward to going back home - it’s a no win situation and if anyone’s in a bad mood and I happen to be in the same room suddenly I’ve done something very very wrong. And they wonder why I always kept myself locked in my room and out of the way.

…Damnit now I’m demoralized. Back to work, then I can sleep on it and feel better and get on with things, since I’m home now and don’t need to be back… until easter.

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