Crying Habits, Extreme Situations of Youth and Baby Impression Skills

Hello bloggy. As I type, I am not in the regular comfort of my own home, but sitting at a Mac I cannot use, and had to be literally brought to the Google part of the machine, for fear of accidentally deleting everything, or crying in Apple frustration.

During my stay in le boif's family home, we've been discussing (discussing being hyperbolical, it was closer to being briefly mentioned) the crying habits of us individuals. I, myself, being a particularly easy crier, who will certainly be crying from an overdose of any emotion, be it happiness, sadness, frustration, anger, you name it. This is a terrible inconvenience for a silly little lady to have to bear, as I happen to have a lot to say on most topics, but barely scratch the surface usually, due to the loss of ability to be taken seriously from the gaining of tears, and a wobbly baby voice.  But, I do enjoy a good cry every now and then. You'd think that with my tendency to cry at the drop of a hat, I'd be very skilled at crying, and very suited to this state of salty moisture, however, this is far from the truth. If I allow myself to shed more than three droplets, I start to gag, and can't breathe. Very convenient, I must say. On the other hand, I'm aware that there are people out there (one I'm particularly fond of) who can't cry at all, and have gaps of tears lasting years, as opposed to my usual interval of approximately a week.

A blessing or a curse, I don't know what I'd do without all those annoying drops of sea-like uisce (water).

I have also discovered an extremely beautiful talent hidden deep within my abilty. Along with my skill for taking extraordinarily young baby pictures of my somehow 17 year old self:

I also have the ability to act, and sound completely like a baby, and I mean the squishy, gurgling, speechless, freshly baked, grabbing onto your flesh and pulling your hair with no regard for your threshold of pain, type of baby. Y'know, the ones that giggle and then start crying heart-wrenchingly. Well, yes, I am equipt with these characteristics when pushed, or when it's requested of me. I would attach a sound clip, but none of you would believe a 17 year old is making the noises, and it's late, and well, the world wide web world just isn't ready for such antics.


As I type, on this entertaining but foreign keyboard, I realise that I'm due to leave the lovely presence of my handsome fellow in the morrow, and must return to my usual place of residence. My mother is flitting home tomorrow, and she best have smuggled some expensive gifts home with her.


To sum up my weekend (so far):

     1. Cute doodles for my journal courtesy of le boif
     2. Cuddles and kissies
     3. Was deafened/lost my hearing
     4. Lots of sing songs
     3. Yummy food
     5. Meringues!!!
     6. At least 5 glasses of water, and 3 cups of coffee in about an hour
     7. Nutty Pictionary
     8. Boif-girlf time
     9. Happy happy
    10. Joy joy