I want to be a fireman!

In childhood, we all want to be famous, or something along those lines. A famous chef, a famous doctor, a famous musician, a famous athlete. The possibilities are endless. In the very start of a book I am reading called Saturday by Ian Mcewan. The book starts off with a day in the life of a neurosurgeon, who goes from surgery to surgery like he's a fat kid in a candy store. We soon meet his son, Theo (what a coincidence) who is in a minor London indie blues band. It shows the almost awkward father and son bond they have acquired due to the difference in their careers.

They get only about two minutes of conversation out of a airplane that recently flew by their house in flames. They have no bonds whatsoever. I thought about it in my life. Not how my father is a musician and I will never amount to anything in the world of music, but in the way that we will all soon be going off to high school, and most friendships will be broken, due to the fact that people are going to all different schools.

For some reason, the fickle condition of the human mind, will in most situations stop people from making or keeping friends who do not go to the same school, or are in the same line of work. I know that you don't always have much bonding time when you are not in the same place 7 - 9 hours a day. I simply don't think that statistic stops people from keeping friends who they have known for years.

Strong bonds shouldn't break.

Yay, shopping!

I recently finished a wonderful book, by the wonderful name of White Teeth. This book was so entertaining, that when I finished it, I thought that no book could possibly be better then this one. My life was in some dark times. For alas, no book could compare to the witty wonders of White Teeth. Just as I was contemplating suicide (kidding, kidding), a large blue object appeared in my sight. It was my bookshelf.

Like a superhero, my bookshelf popped out of no where and saved the day. For this bookshelf had books I had yet to read. Then came the problem. Which one should I read first? There was The Long Firm and Saturday, Experience and Dreamland, all at my fingers and waiting to be opened.

I have not opened any yet.

Do you know that feeling you get, when someone hands you a present, and you are just stuck thinking, "oh, goodie!" But then all of the sudden you open it and you get some socks, or a Bingo strategy guide. I have the same scenario. I don't want to open any because I'm scared of what might come. If I build up my hopes, just to have them crash down like a airless balloon.

But I will have to eventually.

Funny accents make funny books

We all know the British accent. That hilarious touch that makes the Brits so novel. In a world of English, they are the ones that make us laugh. The comedians. Not the really good ones that are gut wrenching funny, but the ones that are so bad that we don't feel sorry for them, we just laugh at their efforts. Of course, all of this is relevant to both the fact that I am English, and that the book I'm reading which is called White Teeth, has British people with accents in it.

 White teeth mixes humor, with the utter fact that in life, we can't resist the many deadly sins, (for their are more then seven) and morphine is totally bad ass. I'll touch on that in a moment. Basically for me, this book is no walk in the park. The language is complicated, the plot is tough to follow, but every single time I hear Archie say the words "init" or "'pose so" I just laugh a little inside. Do English people actually deny common sense, and completely ignore certain letters, or are they just a little dull? One things for sure, they're really good at football. Don't quite know where that came from.

The English Colloquies, or at least I think that's the word for a certain area's speech habits (Vocab test tomorrow), are freaking hilarious. Someone once said that you need to laugh at your self a little, but laughing at other people is just great. Laugh at the English.

But don't mention Morphine, it's a touchy subject.