Hate on Peas

Okay, this is officially weird. 
Seems the less I write, the more followers I get. Not bad, eh?
This post shall be in single lines because I'm so single. :) 
Bonga Reason but whatever. =/\
Very 'Waila' today. Pathology Department decided to let us spend V-Day in peace. 
The Professors seem much too busy with their wifeys and hubbys to save lives.
Or analyze pea-smelling urine or stool samples with undigested peas in it, but do I give a pea? Nope.

In other news, I somehow seem to have won a blog award! 
Which should be nigh impossible because I haven't been blogging. Et al.
Thanks to Sana Castellano here, I now have the dilemma of forcing a post out of my unwilling mind, when my brain seems to have left me for a Pea.

7 Random facts about me:

I hate peas.
I don't hate all peas. I like the fried kind a friend sends from Japan.
(Both the above are true. My friends call me Pea Hater.)
I tried to eat a pea once. It ran off.
Some peas are absolutely alike. Like peas in a pod. Only less peasy, ya know?
I once snorted a pea up my nose. My nose died that day. True story.
You know that tiny hole in the pea? 
Hold it up to your ear and you'll hear the sound of...Yeah. You guessed it.
Last but not least, 
I am a Pea.

Oh and these facts are supposed to work for this tag here too,
by the wonderful  Ms. Dawson
Tis called killing two birds with a Pea.

In other news, must pass on the award to seven mighty fine bloggers!
(Who are to undergo the same ordeal as me.)

The ApPEAsed

Cause she uses words like "ghoomofyes", "gnkarlengvarkengvkarns" 
and "sharafati" and others and seems to run on nuclear batteries. 
Plus I can't call her a stalker so I won't call her that.

Let's just leave this a bit blank. 
I want to know what she'll do with it.

He's versatile alright.
And he has this Daily Blog which I'm not allowed to read, 
even when I've been pestering him for an invite the past whole year. 

Because she's sending me a pizza prize. True Story.

Because she's my sister and she'd kill me if I didn't tag her. 

Who I don't really know but she seems like a good pea.
Also, good things happen when you follow my blog. Heh.

And the last one to anyone out there who wants this award, cause you're all Awesome. 
Like fried Peas.
Well, not really, but I'm out of peas.

Don't you just hate Peas? :/

Just Around The River Bend

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
   Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
   Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
   In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
   I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
   To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
   But I go on for ever.

The Brook by Tennyson