Back once more, and I'm here to stay!

Finally I return, after a blur of buses and shuttles and planes and showers and luggage and very little sleep and even less food (for the plane part at least) and I'm now in England! Here I am to stay, I'm afraid you shan't get rid of me :P

I won't keep you too long today, because I'm still a little 'lagged and stuff but I just wanted to say that I arrived safely, and although I'm absolutely freezing permanently I'm fine, and pretty jazzed about everything xD

Stay tuned kids, more shall follow and I shall try get back into the once-a-day routine ASAP.
For now, I'm off to bury myself in blankets :P

What is the appearance of vacuoles?

Seriously, my auto-fill came up with this??? Seriously?

So, you may have realized I'm not actually going to talk to you about the appearance of vacuoles, but instead beg your forgiveness for the constant streams of pictures and comic strips instead of rants and stuff.

As I may have mentioned, we're leaving for England in about 13 days and so I'm sorta preoccupied with sorting and packing and everything, but I've put aside a little time tonight to talk, as I'm actually feeling in a kinda serious mood tonight.

Nothing bad I guess, just slightly somber, a little weary, the sort of heavy soul-sighing mood where one feels lazy and unmotivated and the only way to deal with it is to ramble on, and on, or perhaps write a poem, or amuse oneself with Shakespearian wordplay, forsooth!

So, I can't bring myself to put pen to paper right this instant, but I feel I've rambled sufficiently to find in myself the energy to find and post a haiku of mine, adapted from one written when I was a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band... er child of fourteen, the only time I remember struggling to confine my art to such a constrained format.

But here you go:

Beaten and scarred, alone

She gazes, weeping, Westward.

Her home is no more.

Progression to Hendrix

Yes, I've done it, I've mastered the guitar! I'm the undisputed Hendrix-esque-skilled-player.

...That is, of course, presuming you consider mastering the guitar to be being able to crank out three full songs on request, pausing before playing to warn your listeners of the badly-tuned strings, odd chord-sequences you're not used to and slight gaps in your singing while you try to remember how many beats are in a bar, again?

Ok, so perhaps I'm not going to be making records and subsequent millions in the near future - but it's damn fun imagining xD

Anyway, on the subject of guitar, and because I feel I've not publicly shamed myself enough on the internet, I shall give you a guitar song of upmost hilarity, performed by England's very own Bill Bailey!
 *Drum roll*
*Bestows link*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=js4GepPNQro

*Cough* And do try not to compare the two of us *too* much, my dears :P

And we shall venture forth...

In approximately one-and-a-half hours, we shall venture forth to receive the black-and-white photos I mentioned a few days ago. I'll not deny I'm rather excited :P

I shall sort through them and see if I can find any worth publication so you people can share in the joy too :')

On another note, my upcoming posts are likely to be fairly short as I'm rather busy cleaning, sorting and packing.
For what, you ask?

Well, in exactly 28 days we're undertaking the rather monumental task of moving from New Zealand back to England xD Whilst being sad to leave friends and the like here, I'm absolutely ecstatic at seeing my family and old friends, as well as several new people I can't wait to meet! One of these good people I shall shout out to, being (as far as I know) the most loyal follower of my blog and just generally awesome person :')

So here's a shout-out for you, Seth!  *Shouts out*

And now my dears, the bedroom calls, and not in the fun way >.<