Meta-meta-blogging

So this entry begins by talking about people talking about my blogging. You see it has become known to a small handful at school that I am keeping a blog. I have been informed by two friends who shall remain nameless (Lizzie and Kate) that this is because I can’t shut up about it. I have also been informed by two people who shall once again remain nameless (my two favorite Brits Lizze, and Kate) that it is a blog that is so distinctly written by an American, and a vain one at that. My how the ladies doth protest. You see for two people who talk quite a bit of smack about (translation for you Brits: “taking the piss with”) the silliness of me writing a blog they have both seemed to have reviewed it quite thoroughly. One (Katie) can recreate the poses of my couch pictures perfectly. The other (Lizzie) referenced a comment made by Emily on one of my very first postings – there are a lot of links you have to hit to find that comment nowadays. My writing must be so obnoxious that it warrants spending a vast amount of time, which none of us really have with class and all, reading and reviewing it.

As for the vain American bit, I take insults from citizens of the 51st State lightly. It’s not their fault, they just don’t know any better. Anyways, I am about to be a passport carrying brethren of theirs. No need to pick a fight quite yet. As President Bush has shown us, sweet talk ‘em now so that you can screw ‘em over later.

Hmmmm…why do I have a feeling I am going to live to regret this entry? Oh well, such are the dangers of mocking smart and resourceful people.

But just to guarantee sure that I do regret this, I’ll throw in this lovely little thinger.

Hellooooo Lizzie!


Oh by the way dear ladies, be careful with the reprisals. If necessary I’m sure I could get my hands on Blake’s pictures from Friday night. We may be dumb, but we Americans stick together and we know how to fight dirty.

Cheers, chaps! Or as we Yanks like to say, “Bring it.”

An apology to those not directly involved in this little intercontinental tease-fest. Inside jokes suck, I know. I promise not to commit this crime again. Just had to put the royals in their place.