So, you know
When you read all that bullshit in trashy romance novels about spinning heads, shortness of breath and butterflies in your stomach when you kiss that one person who, with just a look, can make you feel like your heart is wearing a big furry coat. Or can make concentrating on anything but them very, very difficult indeed. Or can make your day a whole lot better just because they're sitting there. But not because of any amazing reason in particular; just because they are that person. Just because they are that person is enough to baffle you into wanting to hold their hand forever.
You know the bullshit I mean?
Yeah, turns out; it's only like, 40% bullshit.
The rest is pretty accurate.
Monday, 13 December 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
Gushings
The past week has led me to question my relationship with alcohol.
I mean, obviously I'm not giving it up. That would be insane.
But I really must learn to control myself. I'm not exactly what you call a heavy weight, three Strongbows will see me pretty friendly. Which is perhaps one of the downsides, the friendliness. It has lead me to regret a few things to say the least. It has definitely made looking certain people in the eye an awkward event.
Anyway, I made the mistake of forgetting to re-read my last post, so I have no idea where I was on introductions, but I'm pretty sure I was just going to carry on with the flat below.
So we have Emily, Sarah, Helena, Rebecca, Robert and Max.
Most of them are very beautiful people, the only ones which I would say are perhaps a slight exception would be Rebecca and Rob. Mostly with Rebecca it's the general lack of personal hygiene and respect of other people's personal space. Not a great combo. (Also it is the ridiculous way she insists on spelling her name: 'Rebekah', I mean, really?)
And Rob, well... It's quite difficult to put into words how bizarre and annoying and sometimes actually a bit scary he is. He apparently has a form of Asperges, but recently he has been claiming that he 'gave himself Asperges', so most of his sympathy points have evaporated right there.
Anyway, to the beautiful people.
Sarah is just a purely lovely person. She is painfully funny, and has a great sense of fashion, plus a great taste in music. She is maybe my favorite person here, but it's a close call. What I like about her is her sincerity. She truly seems to care about people, and if I ever feel I need to talk to someone I know she'll be there.
Emily is a bit like Andrew, always full of energy, always laughing, which is probably why they're going out. I think she's been having a bit of a tough time recently, but she won't tell. Despite this, she is brilliant at lifting the mood. She is very pretty in an effortless kind of way, and she, like Sarah, is always there if I need her.
Helena is Spanish, and unspeakably beautiful. She is kind of quiet, but at the same time very lively. You can't help but notice her. Her English is very good, but she still has a very thick accent, and she is constantly writing down English terms of phrase to learn on sticky notes. Then she practices them with an excellent amount of enthusiasm. It is really very sweet.
Max, like Sarah, is one of the few genuinely lovely people I have met. At the moment, I think he has a lot on his mind. Which is not convenient for him, because he really takes things to heart. But whenever I see him upset it just breaks my heart. He tends to over analyse and worry about things more than the average person. I mean he practically had a nervous breakdown when he got a nosebleed, because he'd never had one before. He's very funny, and very sweet, and if you haven't picked it up yet, I fancy the pants off him.
PEACE!
I mean, obviously I'm not giving it up. That would be insane.
But I really must learn to control myself. I'm not exactly what you call a heavy weight, three Strongbows will see me pretty friendly. Which is perhaps one of the downsides, the friendliness. It has lead me to regret a few things to say the least. It has definitely made looking certain people in the eye an awkward event.
Anyway, I made the mistake of forgetting to re-read my last post, so I have no idea where I was on introductions, but I'm pretty sure I was just going to carry on with the flat below.
So we have Emily, Sarah, Helena, Rebecca, Robert and Max.
Most of them are very beautiful people, the only ones which I would say are perhaps a slight exception would be Rebecca and Rob. Mostly with Rebecca it's the general lack of personal hygiene and respect of other people's personal space. Not a great combo. (Also it is the ridiculous way she insists on spelling her name: 'Rebekah', I mean, really?)
And Rob, well... It's quite difficult to put into words how bizarre and annoying and sometimes actually a bit scary he is. He apparently has a form of Asperges, but recently he has been claiming that he 'gave himself Asperges', so most of his sympathy points have evaporated right there.
Anyway, to the beautiful people.
Sarah is just a purely lovely person. She is painfully funny, and has a great sense of fashion, plus a great taste in music. She is maybe my favorite person here, but it's a close call. What I like about her is her sincerity. She truly seems to care about people, and if I ever feel I need to talk to someone I know she'll be there.
Emily is a bit like Andrew, always full of energy, always laughing, which is probably why they're going out. I think she's been having a bit of a tough time recently, but she won't tell. Despite this, she is brilliant at lifting the mood. She is very pretty in an effortless kind of way, and she, like Sarah, is always there if I need her.
Helena is Spanish, and unspeakably beautiful. She is kind of quiet, but at the same time very lively. You can't help but notice her. Her English is very good, but she still has a very thick accent, and she is constantly writing down English terms of phrase to learn on sticky notes. Then she practices them with an excellent amount of enthusiasm. It is really very sweet.
Max, like Sarah, is one of the few genuinely lovely people I have met. At the moment, I think he has a lot on his mind. Which is not convenient for him, because he really takes things to heart. But whenever I see him upset it just breaks my heart. He tends to over analyse and worry about things more than the average person. I mean he practically had a nervous breakdown when he got a nosebleed, because he'd never had one before. He's very funny, and very sweet, and if you haven't picked it up yet, I fancy the pants off him.
PEACE!
Monday, 8 November 2010
Sums
Well, it has been a while. I know the last time |I blogged it was filled with promises of regular posts and updates... Well...
To be fair, I only recently got my internet sorted. Although at the moment i'm actually sitting in Birmingham University Library waiting for Jo to come out of her seminar. Oh yeah, that's another thing; I've stopped 'censoring' names now, just think it's a bit pointless is all.
Anyway, been at University for about five or six weeks now, and I can honestly say they've been some of the best times of my life. I was unspeakably nervous when we were driving up to Coventry. I can't really pin point why, generally worried about how my flatmates were going to turn out, whether I'd be able to cope cooking and navigating by myself. My Dad started blubbing when he finally said goodbye, and I ended up styuffing him out the door and down the stairs whilst trying to maintain my sympathy. He called later and asked what I was going to have for tea. I said probably pasta and he started crying again.
The first person I met properly was Taijal. We instanly got on really well, and had a long getting-to-know-each-other chat before she had to leave to meet with her boyfriend. She's very small, and very pretty. Her Mum has no idea that she has a boyfriend of nearly a year, because shes hindu. Apparently they frown upon realtionships unless they're sure they're going to marry.
Andrew was the nest person I met. My first impression was basically just a normal bloke, he seemed polite and friendly. I was wrong. He is probably one of the most excitable people I have ever met. He literally has no chilled mode, he's constanly jumping about or singing or offering me 'sexual favours'. Most of the time I politely decline. Most of the time.
In all seriousness, he has a girlfriend and he is definitely not my type.
My last flatmate is Joe. This is quite an amusing story, because we oringinally thought it was just going to be us three after we were informed that the fourth person had pulled out at the last minute. Room D became the mystery room, we always used to knock on it just to see if anyone was in there. One night we came back from the Freshers bar crawl and could smell somethintg in the flat, it smelt like faint cigarette smoke, but we had no idea how it could've got there as we're in a non-smoking flat. We knocked on Room D for a few minutes, but there was no answer.
the next morning as we were about to leave for an induction lecture, Taijal knocked on the door of room D with her umbrella. She giggled, no one expected any answer, it was quite literally for the lols. However suddenly the door swung open and Joe was standing there with a slightly belwildered expression. probably because all three of us were standing in front of him gawping and pointing.
The flat below ours has six people living in it. I'll blog about them another time, because this is already getting a bit long. All I'll say is, they are some pretty awesome people, and I can't believe my luck that I've met them. We get along very well, and are constatnly in and out of each other's flats. most of the time if we don't feel like going out, we all grab our duvets and lug them downstairs (they have more sofas) then snuggle up in our PJs and watch DVDs.
Life here has been pretty hectic. I can barely remember Fresher's week (apart from the Foam party. A painfully vivid memory [pah ha inside joke]) but nights out here are always great, my favourite so far has deiniftely been Hallowe'en night. It was just too epic.
Something else that has surprised me is that I never miss home. I went back a few weeks ago, and apart from catching up with friends, I was mercilessly bored. Also, somethings at home I feel I should probably just let go of, even if I don't particularly want to. I found myself missing Uni when I was home. Even now I miss my flatmates, and I've only been away for about twenty hours. Bizarre!
So there you go, if you've read this far very well done, gold star for you. But as luck has it, I have to go meet Jo and sort out train tickets for Coventry. At the moment I'm visiting her, and I managed to persuade her to come back to Cov to meet everyone.
I will strive to be a better blogger, peace out and all that!
To be fair, I only recently got my internet sorted. Although at the moment i'm actually sitting in Birmingham University Library waiting for Jo to come out of her seminar. Oh yeah, that's another thing; I've stopped 'censoring' names now, just think it's a bit pointless is all.
Anyway, been at University for about five or six weeks now, and I can honestly say they've been some of the best times of my life. I was unspeakably nervous when we were driving up to Coventry. I can't really pin point why, generally worried about how my flatmates were going to turn out, whether I'd be able to cope cooking and navigating by myself. My Dad started blubbing when he finally said goodbye, and I ended up styuffing him out the door and down the stairs whilst trying to maintain my sympathy. He called later and asked what I was going to have for tea. I said probably pasta and he started crying again.
The first person I met properly was Taijal. We instanly got on really well, and had a long getting-to-know-each-other chat before she had to leave to meet with her boyfriend. She's very small, and very pretty. Her Mum has no idea that she has a boyfriend of nearly a year, because shes hindu. Apparently they frown upon realtionships unless they're sure they're going to marry.
Andrew was the nest person I met. My first impression was basically just a normal bloke, he seemed polite and friendly. I was wrong. He is probably one of the most excitable people I have ever met. He literally has no chilled mode, he's constanly jumping about or singing or offering me 'sexual favours'. Most of the time I politely decline. Most of the time.
In all seriousness, he has a girlfriend and he is definitely not my type.
My last flatmate is Joe. This is quite an amusing story, because we oringinally thought it was just going to be us three after we were informed that the fourth person had pulled out at the last minute. Room D became the mystery room, we always used to knock on it just to see if anyone was in there. One night we came back from the Freshers bar crawl and could smell somethintg in the flat, it smelt like faint cigarette smoke, but we had no idea how it could've got there as we're in a non-smoking flat. We knocked on Room D for a few minutes, but there was no answer.
the next morning as we were about to leave for an induction lecture, Taijal knocked on the door of room D with her umbrella. She giggled, no one expected any answer, it was quite literally for the lols. However suddenly the door swung open and Joe was standing there with a slightly belwildered expression. probably because all three of us were standing in front of him gawping and pointing.
The flat below ours has six people living in it. I'll blog about them another time, because this is already getting a bit long. All I'll say is, they are some pretty awesome people, and I can't believe my luck that I've met them. We get along very well, and are constatnly in and out of each other's flats. most of the time if we don't feel like going out, we all grab our duvets and lug them downstairs (they have more sofas) then snuggle up in our PJs and watch DVDs.
Life here has been pretty hectic. I can barely remember Fresher's week (apart from the Foam party. A painfully vivid memory [pah ha inside joke]) but nights out here are always great, my favourite so far has deiniftely been Hallowe'en night. It was just too epic.
Something else that has surprised me is that I never miss home. I went back a few weeks ago, and apart from catching up with friends, I was mercilessly bored. Also, somethings at home I feel I should probably just let go of, even if I don't particularly want to. I found myself missing Uni when I was home. Even now I miss my flatmates, and I've only been away for about twenty hours. Bizarre!
So there you go, if you've read this far very well done, gold star for you. But as luck has it, I have to go meet Jo and sort out train tickets for Coventry. At the moment I'm visiting her, and I managed to persuade her to come back to Cov to meet everyone.
I will strive to be a better blogger, peace out and all that!
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
A Curious Incident...
The last time I saw them was yesterday 'morning' (at about eleven thirty) when I was having my breakfast.
Today when I woke up and went downstairs, I opened the kitchen cupboard to find that they had mysteriously disappeared. Funnily enough, I thought it was odd, but dismissed it as a human error. After all, I had thought that they were full the last time I checked, but maybe I had been wrong.
A few hours later I went downstairs into the kitchen again to make lunch. My Step-mum was sitting at the table eating a banana. Immediately she asked me:
'Do you know where the Jaffa Cakes have gone?'
I told her that I didn't and that the same thought had been going through my head since yesterday morning when I'd last seen them, when there had appeared to be a full box, and about the mysterious disappearance this morning.
I could tell she didn't believe me. We discussed some pretty feeble theories.
'Maybe Dad took them to work?' (a whole box of Jaffa Cakes to work? Unlikely)
'Maybe your sister took them? Does she having cooking today?' (Woman, please. Do you hear yourself? Why the fuck would you need Jaffa Cakes for cooking?!)
'Do you think the dogs could have got at them?' (of course, if they had somehow learnt how to open the cupboard, reach in and grab the box without disturbing anything else, open the box, snaffle the Jaffas [and nothing else] and dispose of the evidence without anybody noticing the whole bizarre ordeal then yes, that is entirely plausible. You know, it's no wonder you're an estate agent)
I will of course be reporting back once I know more on the subject. But the whole thing is toeing that interesting and incredibly fine line of amusing and unspeakably horrifying.
Today when I woke up and went downstairs, I opened the kitchen cupboard to find that they had mysteriously disappeared. Funnily enough, I thought it was odd, but dismissed it as a human error. After all, I had thought that they were full the last time I checked, but maybe I had been wrong.
A few hours later I went downstairs into the kitchen again to make lunch. My Step-mum was sitting at the table eating a banana. Immediately she asked me:
'Do you know where the Jaffa Cakes have gone?'
I told her that I didn't and that the same thought had been going through my head since yesterday morning when I'd last seen them, when there had appeared to be a full box, and about the mysterious disappearance this morning.
I could tell she didn't believe me. We discussed some pretty feeble theories.
'Maybe Dad took them to work?' (a whole box of Jaffa Cakes to work? Unlikely)
'Maybe your sister took them? Does she having cooking today?' (Woman, please. Do you hear yourself? Why the fuck would you need Jaffa Cakes for cooking?!)
'Do you think the dogs could have got at them?' (of course, if they had somehow learnt how to open the cupboard, reach in and grab the box without disturbing anything else, open the box, snaffle the Jaffas [and nothing else] and dispose of the evidence without anybody noticing the whole bizarre ordeal then yes, that is entirely plausible. You know, it's no wonder you're an estate agent)
I will of course be reporting back once I know more on the subject. But the whole thing is toeing that interesting and incredibly fine line of amusing and unspeakably horrifying.
Monday, 13 September 2010
Quick Catch up
Today, my sister threw a cup at my head because she saw a spider in the sink.
Wow, it's been a long time. But I definitely want to get back into the swing of blogging once I'm more settled. The past few months have been an absolute nightmare.
Starting with results day. I opened up my envelope to find that I had got three Cs. This was was most alarming and what's more, pretty outrageous. I mean, I know I'm not exactly an A* achiever but come on! Three Cs? At the time, I thought something must be wrong, but when you're standing there, holding that brown envelope surrounded by people with their own brown envelopes, you kind of just accept what the brown envelope tells you.
And my brown envelope told me that I wasn't going to University.
But. as it turns out, UCAS is a giant whorehouse.
To cut to the chase, they 'redistributed' (completely fucked up) my results. So I did get in.
Since then my life has been a mix of late nights and formal looking letters piling up on the doorstep whilst I try to remember what my student account number is when I'm lying on a sun lounger in Lanzarote.
Lanzarote. That was a good holiday. It was probably one of the last holidays I'll be going on with my parents, which, frankly, is a fucking relief.
I'm not trying to be ungrateful, because the hotel was actually really really nice, and the island it beautiful if not slightly barren. But I'm sure you can all understand where I'm coming from. When you don't have the relief of texts or phonecalls or even msn to fellow human beings, things can get... tense.
I mean it's not like I was practically bouncing up and down in my plane seat waiting for the seatbelt signs to go off so I could grab my bag. bolt off the plane and finally get home to check my DeviantArt and Facebook....
I mean really, that's just pathetic.
Anyway, real blog later, right now I need a lemonade
Wow, it's been a long time. But I definitely want to get back into the swing of blogging once I'm more settled. The past few months have been an absolute nightmare.
Starting with results day. I opened up my envelope to find that I had got three Cs. This was was most alarming and what's more, pretty outrageous. I mean, I know I'm not exactly an A* achiever but come on! Three Cs? At the time, I thought something must be wrong, but when you're standing there, holding that brown envelope surrounded by people with their own brown envelopes, you kind of just accept what the brown envelope tells you.
And my brown envelope told me that I wasn't going to University.
But. as it turns out, UCAS is a giant whorehouse.
To cut to the chase, they 'redistributed' (completely fucked up) my results. So I did get in.
Since then my life has been a mix of late nights and formal looking letters piling up on the doorstep whilst I try to remember what my student account number is when I'm lying on a sun lounger in Lanzarote.
Lanzarote. That was a good holiday. It was probably one of the last holidays I'll be going on with my parents, which, frankly, is a fucking relief.
I'm not trying to be ungrateful, because the hotel was actually really really nice, and the island it beautiful if not slightly barren. But I'm sure you can all understand where I'm coming from. When you don't have the relief of texts or phonecalls or even msn to fellow human beings, things can get... tense.
I mean it's not like I was practically bouncing up and down in my plane seat waiting for the seatbelt signs to go off so I could grab my bag. bolt off the plane and finally get home to check my DeviantArt and Facebook....
I mean really, that's just pathetic.
Anyway, real blog later, right now I need a lemonade
Sunday, 4 July 2010
'you look tired'
*cough*
So, I haven't blogged in a while, and I've mainly put that down to exams and the fact that my computer went through a stage where it wouldn't let me type normally unless I had the 'Fn' button held down.
Hooray for Windows.
Anyway exams are over, and the 'Fn' problem randomly fixed itself, just like all things that quietly irritate you eventually do.
I've been quite busy over the past week, Wednesday I went over a friend's for a camping get together that was celebrating three birthdays. It was cracking, and I behaved myself this time by not getting utterly lashed and chundering everywah, unfortunately the same cannot be said for some people. I ended up staying up all night having one of those deep conversations with someone I was slightly uncomfortable with. Usually when I get uncomfortable I end up taking the piss excessively. Which, incidentally, is exactly what happened.
And then they ended up in a strop.
Honestly.
I felt phenomenally shit the next morning, so me and J staggered back to hers and crashed on her bed while vaguely aware that Peep Show was playing on her DVD player. For the whole day I was pretty much in a zombie-like stupor and ended up doing some really retarded things. For example making myself some toast, taking the butter out of the fridge, putting the toast in the fridge, and then staring at the butter for a good ten minutes before realising what I had donewrong.
Thursday night I had the best nights sleep evar, woke up at eight and packed enough for two days in London. Whilst in London I learnt how to navigate on the Tube, and spoke mainly in an Irish accent.
The Wireless Festival (at Hyde Park) was amazing, although we didn't see anyone particularly credible, I am not ashamed to say that P!nk fucking rules.
She got in a giant hamster ball and rolled all over the audience.
What.
After the Festival we staggered our way to the nearest MacDonalds and drank a bucket of Sprite before wandering around central London until we eventually found the Hostel we were staying at. During our wanderings we walked down a very long and eerily quiet alleyway, which obviously sparked hysterical comments from J such as 'Shit! Was that a pigeon? We're going to get bird-raped!'
The next day we met up with other friends and went to Gay Pride. Now, I'm not being homophobic or anything, but I was excessively uncomfortable. J buggered off before the parade started because she was an absolute numpty and left her washbag at the Hostel, so I ended up being the only straight person within a mile radius.
However, this clearly isn't obvious enough, because I did get 'chatted up' by a girl. 'Chatting up' meaning she just walked up to me and asked me if I was single. Honestly, if a guy did that to me I'd just tell him where to go.
After the parade we headed off to a Pride concert. I ended up having to listen to Same Difference while guarding the bags and writhing in agony with J. After three hours of playing make-sure-no-gays-steal-our-bags-while-we-go-and-have-fun we decided to bugger and get snacks because we were starving and not gay. So we really had no place there.
We caught the train home at 8:15pm and I got home at about 10:20pm, where I emptied all of my clothes into the washing basket and almost drowned myself in the shower before collapsing onto my bed.
Next week I'm off to an Art Exhibition at St Johns. I swear if they put up any of my art I will rip it down Bobby, because that is copyright dammit. I will somehow take it to court.
On Thursday J, SMBx, SHBx and I are off to Thorpe Park which I am so looking forward to, but for now I'm just having a few quiet days at home.
On an end note, why is it that some people feel so ridiculously inclined to inform you that you like like shit but euphemistically? By this I mean by saying to someone 'ooh you look tired', you might as well be saying 'bloody hell, you look like a sack of teletubby shit'.
It really pisses me off. I mean, what are you supposed to say to it? 'Thankyou'? 'I'm sorry'??
I usually respond with 'I am tired', to which they usually nod as if by this observation and analysis we have somehow reached the logical conclusion that I am, in fact, tired.
So, I haven't blogged in a while, and I've mainly put that down to exams and the fact that my computer went through a stage where it wouldn't let me type normally unless I had the 'Fn' button held down.
Hooray for Windows.
Anyway exams are over, and the 'Fn' problem randomly fixed itself, just like all things that quietly irritate you eventually do.
I've been quite busy over the past week, Wednesday I went over a friend's for a camping get together that was celebrating three birthdays. It was cracking, and I behaved myself this time by not getting utterly lashed and chundering everywah, unfortunately the same cannot be said for some people. I ended up staying up all night having one of those deep conversations with someone I was slightly uncomfortable with. Usually when I get uncomfortable I end up taking the piss excessively. Which, incidentally, is exactly what happened.
And then they ended up in a strop.
Honestly.
I felt phenomenally shit the next morning, so me and J staggered back to hers and crashed on her bed while vaguely aware that Peep Show was playing on her DVD player. For the whole day I was pretty much in a zombie-like stupor and ended up doing some really retarded things. For example making myself some toast, taking the butter out of the fridge, putting the toast in the fridge, and then staring at the butter for a good ten minutes before realising what I had donewrong.
Thursday night I had the best nights sleep evar, woke up at eight and packed enough for two days in London. Whilst in London I learnt how to navigate on the Tube, and spoke mainly in an Irish accent.
The Wireless Festival (at Hyde Park) was amazing, although we didn't see anyone particularly credible, I am not ashamed to say that P!nk fucking rules.
She got in a giant hamster ball and rolled all over the audience.
What.
After the Festival we staggered our way to the nearest MacDonalds and drank a bucket of Sprite before wandering around central London until we eventually found the Hostel we were staying at. During our wanderings we walked down a very long and eerily quiet alleyway, which obviously sparked hysterical comments from J such as 'Shit! Was that a pigeon? We're going to get bird-raped!'
The next day we met up with other friends and went to Gay Pride. Now, I'm not being homophobic or anything, but I was excessively uncomfortable. J buggered off before the parade started because she was an absolute numpty and left her washbag at the Hostel, so I ended up being the only straight person within a mile radius.
However, this clearly isn't obvious enough, because I did get 'chatted up' by a girl. 'Chatting up' meaning she just walked up to me and asked me if I was single. Honestly, if a guy did that to me I'd just tell him where to go.
After the parade we headed off to a Pride concert. I ended up having to listen to Same Difference while guarding the bags and writhing in agony with J. After three hours of playing make-sure-no-gays-steal-our-bags-while-we-go-and-have-fun we decided to bugger and get snacks because we were starving and not gay. So we really had no place there.
We caught the train home at 8:15pm and I got home at about 10:20pm, where I emptied all of my clothes into the washing basket and almost drowned myself in the shower before collapsing onto my bed.
Next week I'm off to an Art Exhibition at St Johns. I swear if they put up any of my art I will rip it down Bobby, because that is copyright dammit. I will somehow take it to court.
On Thursday J, SMBx, SHBx and I are off to Thorpe Park which I am so looking forward to, but for now I'm just having a few quiet days at home.
On an end note, why is it that some people feel so ridiculously inclined to inform you that you like like shit but euphemistically? By this I mean by saying to someone 'ooh you look tired', you might as well be saying 'bloody hell, you look like a sack of teletubby shit'.
It really pisses me off. I mean, what are you supposed to say to it? 'Thankyou'? 'I'm sorry'??
I usually respond with 'I am tired', to which they usually nod as if by this observation and analysis we have somehow reached the logical conclusion that I am, in fact, tired.
Thursday, 10 June 2010
There Will be Blood
Oh sweet Jesus.
I don't think I've been this pissed off... ever.
Right now, I should be at the Download Festival. Working, earning money, generally having fun.
But no. Apparently not.
I got up at eight this morning, had breakfast, made sure I had everything packed etc. and decided to play with my dog Phoebe. Which is pretty much normal, it's not like I suddenly decided to play see how any times I can kick my dog in the face... So I have no idea why she behaved like she did.
Basically, she had hold of one end of the toy sheep, I had the other, and suddenly she jumped up and bit my right index finger. Then as she landed, she didn't let go, and pretty much ripped off half the skin.
I haven't cried because of a physical injury in a long time, normally I just swear violently until it subsides. But this hurt so much I couldn't help it. Obviously I did it in a cool, hard way. It's not like I'm an utter pansy or anything.
After about five minutes it started bleeding at an alarming rate. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but my medical knowledge regarding gushing wounds is basically shove it under a tap until it stops and then maybe put a plaster on it. So I held my hand under a cold tap (not improving the pain) for about five minutes. But there was virtually no change so I grabbed a bit of tissue and wrapped it tightly around my finger and wandered around (still cursing) with my arm in the air for maybe fifteen minutes.
The first tissue lasted about ten seconds before it was completely covered in blood, and I got through maybe six before I started panicking slightly. Eventually I told my Step mum, who did that annoying 'Ohh, that looks nasty, run it under a tap for a bit and it will stop'. Obviously I'm not a total retard, so obviously I already tried that you IDIOT.
She finally (after about another half our of me almost bleeding all over her precious kitchen floor) agreed to take me to the doctors. Unfortunately when we got there he took one look at it and told us to go to the hospital. Oh, I'm such a nuisance aren't I? By this point I was actually pretty worried. It had been maybe a couple of hours since Phoebe bit me, and the bleeding was still showing no signs of stopping.
When we got there, I ran to the loos to get more tissues and she went to the reception. I had to answer some questions before they sent me to the 'minor injuries' department. Which was extremely annoying. And thanks to our fabulous free healthcare I had to sit in the waiting room for two and a half hours until I was called through. By this time, I was feeling a bit light-headed, although the bleeding had slowed, it was still fairly steady. The Doctor I got was a also profoundly irritating, I generally got the vibe that he was just bored and that I was wasting his time. I sat down on the plastic covered, metal framed hospital bed while he asked me what happened, how long ago and if I'd bothered to disinfect it. Well of course, because every average household contains animal disinfectant just incase one shreds off half the skin on your finger. A common injury, I'm sure.
Once I took off the tissues, he started paying more attention. 'Oh my, that is quite deep' Yes Mr Doctor man, very good, I can see you are highly qualified in this field. He said I didn't need stitches, so after he'd cleaned it up and disinfected it (which stung like a bitch by the way) he poured on this gluey clear stuff which he said would help it heal. He said I might have slight scarring, but I might get away with it. Then he wrapped it up in some nice bandages and sent me on my way. The Lady at the reception gave me some more gluey stuff to take home and said if the bleeding didn't stop in twenty four hours I should come back.
That's right, I'd have to bleeding constantly for a whole freaking day if I want another bandage.
By the time I got back home it was nearly six, and far too late to set off for Derby. Also, since I would have to work the whole three days with no excuse, it's definitely in the pipe-dream now.
I have never more wanted to slap a dog.
I don't think I've been this pissed off... ever.
Right now, I should be at the Download Festival. Working, earning money, generally having fun.
But no. Apparently not.
I got up at eight this morning, had breakfast, made sure I had everything packed etc. and decided to play with my dog Phoebe. Which is pretty much normal, it's not like I suddenly decided to play see how any times I can kick my dog in the face... So I have no idea why she behaved like she did.
Basically, she had hold of one end of the toy sheep, I had the other, and suddenly she jumped up and bit my right index finger. Then as she landed, she didn't let go, and pretty much ripped off half the skin.
I haven't cried because of a physical injury in a long time, normally I just swear violently until it subsides. But this hurt so much I couldn't help it. Obviously I did it in a cool, hard way. It's not like I'm an utter pansy or anything.
After about five minutes it started bleeding at an alarming rate. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but my medical knowledge regarding gushing wounds is basically shove it under a tap until it stops and then maybe put a plaster on it. So I held my hand under a cold tap (not improving the pain) for about five minutes. But there was virtually no change so I grabbed a bit of tissue and wrapped it tightly around my finger and wandered around (still cursing) with my arm in the air for maybe fifteen minutes.
The first tissue lasted about ten seconds before it was completely covered in blood, and I got through maybe six before I started panicking slightly. Eventually I told my Step mum, who did that annoying 'Ohh, that looks nasty, run it under a tap for a bit and it will stop'. Obviously I'm not a total retard, so obviously I already tried that you IDIOT.
She finally (after about another half our of me almost bleeding all over her precious kitchen floor) agreed to take me to the doctors. Unfortunately when we got there he took one look at it and told us to go to the hospital. Oh, I'm such a nuisance aren't I? By this point I was actually pretty worried. It had been maybe a couple of hours since Phoebe bit me, and the bleeding was still showing no signs of stopping.
When we got there, I ran to the loos to get more tissues and she went to the reception. I had to answer some questions before they sent me to the 'minor injuries' department. Which was extremely annoying. And thanks to our fabulous free healthcare I had to sit in the waiting room for two and a half hours until I was called through. By this time, I was feeling a bit light-headed, although the bleeding had slowed, it was still fairly steady. The Doctor I got was a also profoundly irritating, I generally got the vibe that he was just bored and that I was wasting his time. I sat down on the plastic covered, metal framed hospital bed while he asked me what happened, how long ago and if I'd bothered to disinfect it. Well of course, because every average household contains animal disinfectant just incase one shreds off half the skin on your finger. A common injury, I'm sure.
Once I took off the tissues, he started paying more attention. 'Oh my, that is quite deep' Yes Mr Doctor man, very good, I can see you are highly qualified in this field. He said I didn't need stitches, so after he'd cleaned it up and disinfected it (which stung like a bitch by the way) he poured on this gluey clear stuff which he said would help it heal. He said I might have slight scarring, but I might get away with it. Then he wrapped it up in some nice bandages and sent me on my way. The Lady at the reception gave me some more gluey stuff to take home and said if the bleeding didn't stop in twenty four hours I should come back.
That's right, I'd have to bleeding constantly for a whole freaking day if I want another bandage.
By the time I got back home it was nearly six, and far too late to set off for Derby. Also, since I would have to work the whole three days with no excuse, it's definitely in the pipe-dream now.
I have never more wanted to slap a dog.
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
What is art? It's fucking over, that's what.
Well, that's it. I have finished my Art A-level.
Shit.
I'm not sure if I'm relieved or upset. Probably a combination, I did feel slightly strange leaving the art room without my folder. And again on the bus when I had a slight panic attack because I thought Id' forgotten it.
I think overall, I'm looking forward to being able to draw whatever I want, whenever I want. As opposed to having to stick to a subject, making sure I do my artist research, experiment with media and finally link everything together before carefully explaining why I did it.
Well, that's one in the bag, as my Dad said this morning.
On a completely unrelated note, a couple of my friends went downtown the other week while Claire Perry was parading up and down the high street harrassing the innocent public. Of course she was far too important to introduce herself, so leaping out in front of them and exclaiming 'Hello! It's me! Got any questions?', seemed far more appropriate.
And professional.
And not at all arrogant.
But I suppose that encounter reflects the mentality of politics. It's like I was discussing with a friend just after the election, the whole thing is like some weird card game, where you have to play stratigically if you want your party to stand a chance. Because we're in such a Conservative area, our votes count for virtually nothing, and our best bet is to hope for a hung parliament. At least then the Lib Dems would get some say in the whole matter.
Anyway It's over with now, and hopefully we will end up with Tory/LibDem.
Also today me and J were in Azuza, and we came across possibly the most pathetic, heart-wrenchingly pityful picture of Gordon Brown ever (EVAR). It almost convinced me to change my political views it was that sad. He looked like a poor, lost, jowly, wrinkly puppy.
So to conclude: I should definitely get novelty nerd glasses
Shit.
I'm not sure if I'm relieved or upset. Probably a combination, I did feel slightly strange leaving the art room without my folder. And again on the bus when I had a slight panic attack because I thought Id' forgotten it.
I think overall, I'm looking forward to being able to draw whatever I want, whenever I want. As opposed to having to stick to a subject, making sure I do my artist research, experiment with media and finally link everything together before carefully explaining why I did it.
Well, that's one in the bag, as my Dad said this morning.
On a completely unrelated note, a couple of my friends went downtown the other week while Claire Perry was parading up and down the high street harrassing the innocent public. Of course she was far too important to introduce herself, so leaping out in front of them and exclaiming 'Hello! It's me! Got any questions?', seemed far more appropriate.
And professional.
And not at all arrogant.
But I suppose that encounter reflects the mentality of politics. It's like I was discussing with a friend just after the election, the whole thing is like some weird card game, where you have to play stratigically if you want your party to stand a chance. Because we're in such a Conservative area, our votes count for virtually nothing, and our best bet is to hope for a hung parliament. At least then the Lib Dems would get some say in the whole matter.
Anyway It's over with now, and hopefully we will end up with Tory/LibDem.
Also today me and J were in Azuza, and we came across possibly the most pathetic, heart-wrenchingly pityful picture of Gordon Brown ever (EVAR). It almost convinced me to change my political views it was that sad. He looked like a poor, lost, jowly, wrinkly puppy.
So to conclude: I should definitely get novelty nerd glasses
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
'Bloody Bastards!'
To be honest, I've never thought that I was particularly good at expressing myself verbally.
I'm more of a physical person.
I'm more competitive at physical things.
Be it mud wrestling, blinking contests, arm wrestles... but especially drawing.
Drawing is something I'm truly hot headed about. If I'm going to be completely blunt, I would say I fucking rule at drawing, but it's one of the few things I'm genuinely good at.
So if I see someone who I precieve to be better at or even as good as me at drawing, I get very...
very
very
jealous.
Which is pathetic really.
The point is, my Art exam is this week. It's fifteen hours long, spread over three days, and it's actually quite fun. Although we aren't allowed to leave the room except for lunch and long break, and we're not allowed to eat or listen to music, it's still pretty fun. For my final piece, I'm doing an A2 sized drawing, just in pencil. Nothing fancy like charcoal (wooo).
Even so, I know I've been pretty snappy the past few weeks at certain people. So if I caught you with my extremely short fuse, don't take it personally.
It's probably due to the fact that I am kind of pressured to make amazing and magical things happen using only pencils, and until two days ago, I had literally NO IDEA what I was going to do in my exam. But I'm okay now. Might still look like a wreck tomorrow and the day after due to lingering cold and lack of sleep (ironically not due to stress, but to late nights watching Greenwing). So if you catch me motionless in a chair, I'm probably just napping, and not dead.
Also, is it just me or do everyone else's parents really latch on to any mistake you make once youve been accepted to university?
The other night for example, me and my Dad were dicussing accommodation. He asked me to bring down all the leaflets and information I had.
I forgot ONE booklet, and suddenly I won't be able to 'survive' at uni.
Or like that time I burnt a potato. Like, it wasn't even burnt. Slightly crispy.
WHICH IS HOW I LIKE IT.
If you do, for some reason, want to see my art: go here.
I'll warn you, it's not for the faint hearted.
I'm more of a physical person.
I'm more competitive at physical things.
Be it mud wrestling, blinking contests, arm wrestles... but especially drawing.
Drawing is something I'm truly hot headed about. If I'm going to be completely blunt, I would say I fucking rule at drawing, but it's one of the few things I'm genuinely good at.
So if I see someone who I precieve to be better at or even as good as me at drawing, I get very...
very
very
jealous.
Which is pathetic really.
The point is, my Art exam is this week. It's fifteen hours long, spread over three days, and it's actually quite fun. Although we aren't allowed to leave the room except for lunch and long break, and we're not allowed to eat or listen to music, it's still pretty fun. For my final piece, I'm doing an A2 sized drawing, just in pencil. Nothing fancy like charcoal (wooo).
Even so, I know I've been pretty snappy the past few weeks at certain people. So if I caught you with my extremely short fuse, don't take it personally.
It's probably due to the fact that I am kind of pressured to make amazing and magical things happen using only pencils, and until two days ago, I had literally NO IDEA what I was going to do in my exam. But I'm okay now. Might still look like a wreck tomorrow and the day after due to lingering cold and lack of sleep (ironically not due to stress, but to late nights watching Greenwing). So if you catch me motionless in a chair, I'm probably just napping, and not dead.
Also, is it just me or do everyone else's parents really latch on to any mistake you make once youve been accepted to university?
The other night for example, me and my Dad were dicussing accommodation. He asked me to bring down all the leaflets and information I had.
I forgot ONE booklet, and suddenly I won't be able to 'survive' at uni.
Or like that time I burnt a potato. Like, it wasn't even burnt. Slightly crispy.
WHICH IS HOW I LIKE IT.
If you do, for some reason, want to see my art: go here.
I'll warn you, it's not for the faint hearted.
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
1755
Oh my gee! Only ten more posts until my 100th. What shall I do for it? A special thing? That appears to be all the rave.
Today in my Art lesson, my Art teacher said I have 'such talent'. Made my day. It's just nice to hear from him after he constantly goes on at me for not having enough ideas. It's not my fault if i feel repressed by the system.
I have learnt to play Faust Arp by Radiohead from the album In Rainbows. I'm very pleased with this, because it means that I can now play four songs from that album all the way through (Nude, Faust Arp, Reckoner and Jigsaw Falling Into Place) which I know doesn't sound like a lot, but they are pretty fucking hard.
Well, sort of. Two of them were hard to learn. I suppose that means I have to learn the whole album now. That's cool, I'm down with that.
Also today, in my English Language lesson, we were given a fun (read: not actually fun, I fooled you all) quiz. First question was 'when was the first version of the english dictionary published?'. I wrote down my answer, J wrote down hers. Then we exchanged a look of smug contentedness before nodding wisely. Like the wise owls we secretly are.
Today in my Art lesson, my Art teacher said I have 'such talent'. Made my day. It's just nice to hear from him after he constantly goes on at me for not having enough ideas. It's not my fault if i feel repressed by the system.
I have learnt to play Faust Arp by Radiohead from the album In Rainbows. I'm very pleased with this, because it means that I can now play four songs from that album all the way through (Nude, Faust Arp, Reckoner and Jigsaw Falling Into Place) which I know doesn't sound like a lot, but they are pretty fucking hard.
Well, sort of. Two of them were hard to learn. I suppose that means I have to learn the whole album now. That's cool, I'm down with that.
Also today, in my English Language lesson, we were given a fun (read: not actually fun, I fooled you all) quiz. First question was 'when was the first version of the english dictionary published?'. I wrote down my answer, J wrote down hers. Then we exchanged a look of smug contentedness before nodding wisely. Like the wise owls we secretly are.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
14 days of Procrastination
Once again, the last day of the holidays will be my most productive.
At the start of every half term, I always say to myself, 'This time, I'll do all my work straight away, I will not leave it to the last minute. Oh yes Bob, no mad rush at the end for me this time, I'm sidestepping that landmine...'
And yet here we are on the last day of the holidays at 11:16am and I still have two essays, endless amounts of Art, Psychology research and immediate revision for a timed English essay tomorrow.
But on the other foot, the weather has been most splendid for the past few days, and I have had a great holiday. Last Wednesday I met up with J and two other friends who we hadn't seen in a ridiculous amount of time (For the sake of tradition and continuity, I'll call them E and B). It was amazing to see them again, we hung around at J's for a bit eating jelly sweets before heading out to Pino's for a Pizza and drinks (actually, E ordered the pizza for himself, and despite complaints of feeling sick he ate most of it). When we got back we watched J's Michael Mcintyre DVD, while I tried to teach B how to make triangles out of Starburst wrappers. He was actually surprisingly good. He also said next time we meet up he'll bring his guitar and teach me to play Tender by Blur.
At the end of the night we all hugged goodbye with promises not to leave it to long before we next meet up.
Thursday I went round to a friend's with various people including SBHx. To summarise we basically played poker and poole and I stole everyones wine then kissed SBHx again.
To be fair, it was a Dare. But it's not like I need that excuse.
We soon ran out of ideas for Dares, so it turned into a very intimate game of Truths. Started off with things like 'If you could date/be stranded on an island with/ marry any celebrity, who would it be?'
For me, anyone who tried to ask that question only got as far as 'If you could marry any-' before I shouted 'John Simm'.
Serisouly guys. At least make it challenging.
It eventually turned to more personal inquiries. Which, I'm not going to mention unless I want to be un-followed by everyone who was there and reads this blog.
And also most of the guys who Follow me.
Well I suppose that's enough of a post to make up for the way I deprived you all of my blogging.
I'll try and get into the swing of it again. Soz.
At the start of every half term, I always say to myself, 'This time, I'll do all my work straight away, I will not leave it to the last minute. Oh yes Bob, no mad rush at the end for me this time, I'm sidestepping that landmine...'
And yet here we are on the last day of the holidays at 11:16am and I still have two essays, endless amounts of Art, Psychology research and immediate revision for a timed English essay tomorrow.
But on the other foot, the weather has been most splendid for the past few days, and I have had a great holiday. Last Wednesday I met up with J and two other friends who we hadn't seen in a ridiculous amount of time (For the sake of tradition and continuity, I'll call them E and B). It was amazing to see them again, we hung around at J's for a bit eating jelly sweets before heading out to Pino's for a Pizza and drinks (actually, E ordered the pizza for himself, and despite complaints of feeling sick he ate most of it). When we got back we watched J's Michael Mcintyre DVD, while I tried to teach B how to make triangles out of Starburst wrappers. He was actually surprisingly good. He also said next time we meet up he'll bring his guitar and teach me to play Tender by Blur.
At the end of the night we all hugged goodbye with promises not to leave it to long before we next meet up.
Thursday I went round to a friend's with various people including SBHx. To summarise we basically played poker and poole and I stole everyones wine then kissed SBHx again.
To be fair, it was a Dare. But it's not like I need that excuse.
We soon ran out of ideas for Dares, so it turned into a very intimate game of Truths. Started off with things like 'If you could date/be stranded on an island with/ marry any celebrity, who would it be?'
For me, anyone who tried to ask that question only got as far as 'If you could marry any-' before I shouted 'John Simm'.
Serisouly guys. At least make it challenging.
It eventually turned to more personal inquiries. Which, I'm not going to mention unless I want to be un-followed by everyone who was there and reads this blog.
And also most of the guys who Follow me.
Well I suppose that's enough of a post to make up for the way I deprived you all of my blogging.
I'll try and get into the swing of it again. Soz.
Monday, 29 March 2010
AW MAN
I had a really good blog about how Psychology is a real science, because I'm sick of all the narrow minded twats claiming that it's a hollow subject full of "guesswork" (see here).
Well it got deleted when my internet died.
So you'll just have to cope with this non-blog.
It's a real science you SHITS!
Well it got deleted when my internet died.
So you'll just have to cope with this non-blog.
It's a real science you SHITS!
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Boringgg
I literally have nothing new to say.
But I know that some people are undergoing various levels of distress due to my lack of blogging.
Well, a few days ago I watched 'District 9'. It was good, I liked it.
No, I'm not going to review it, fuck you.
I've been spending most of my evenings drawing aimlessly. Trying 'futilely' to link my pointless doodles to my art topic. Sometimes I scare myself with my warped creativity, seriously. I barely pay attention to what I'm drawing and then when I next properly focus on the page, I'm genuinely concerned for my sanity.
No, not really they aren't that bad. If you're an arty person you'd probably grasp the underlying concept. Probably.
I'm also trying to convince my Dad to let me stay at home while him, my stepmum and my sister go to Lanzarote. I'm not sure what date it is exactly when our A-Level results come out, but I know for a fact that I would be abroad when they do. Stepmum saw it as only an inconvenience: I can just lounge on a sunbed working on my tan when results day comes.
NO.
Unacceptable. I don't want to find out whether my plans for the next three years of my life will fall into place by TEXT. And if I dont get the grades I need I have to go through clearnance anyway, and I would have to at least be somewhere with an internet connection.
So screw them I'm staying at home. Also, if I were to go, I would leave on the 14th, which is the day J gets back from Amercia. It's like the icing on the cake of shit timing.
But I know that some people are undergoing various levels of distress due to my lack of blogging.
Well, a few days ago I watched 'District 9'. It was good, I liked it.
No, I'm not going to review it, fuck you.
I've been spending most of my evenings drawing aimlessly. Trying 'futilely' to link my pointless doodles to my art topic. Sometimes I scare myself with my warped creativity, seriously. I barely pay attention to what I'm drawing and then when I next properly focus on the page, I'm genuinely concerned for my sanity.
No, not really they aren't that bad. If you're an arty person you'd probably grasp the underlying concept. Probably.
I'm also trying to convince my Dad to let me stay at home while him, my stepmum and my sister go to Lanzarote. I'm not sure what date it is exactly when our A-Level results come out, but I know for a fact that I would be abroad when they do. Stepmum saw it as only an inconvenience: I can just lounge on a sunbed working on my tan when results day comes.
NO.
Unacceptable. I don't want to find out whether my plans for the next three years of my life will fall into place by TEXT. And if I dont get the grades I need I have to go through clearnance anyway, and I would have to at least be somewhere with an internet connection.
So screw them I'm staying at home. Also, if I were to go, I would leave on the 14th, which is the day J gets back from Amercia. It's like the icing on the cake of shit timing.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
14th.
So I made it through the worst part of Mother's Day without vomiting or accidentally punching anyone in the face.
I hate Mother's Day.
I hate even just saying 'happy Mother's Day' and having to smile as if I geninely mean it. I hate having to hug her, she still feels like a stranger even after nine years.
As far as I'm concerned, she has been far from a Mother to me or my sister. So basically, today is just one lie after another:
'Happy Mother's Day'
'I hope you like your presents'
'I'd love to make you tea'
'I hope you don't accidentally inhale it and choke to death'
It's all bullshit anyway. Most of these holidays are; Valentines Day, Mother's/Father's Day, Christmas. All commercialised, all skin deep.
Today is just another painful reality check. Not just for me, but for my Nan especially. She lives in Stockton-on-Tees, near Birmingham. We see her once a year, but I'd like to see her more.
Basically, her daughter died of breast cancer, and then a year later her son died of a heart attack. So I call her alot whenever I have the chance, and I send her letters. I can't imagine what she must go through today.
So for some of us Mother's Day is a pleasant reminder of how much we love and appreciate our Mums. For others it's just a slap in the face.
Aaahh depressing blog sorry!
On the bright side, yesterday I got Sara the most awesome T-Shirt ever.
And in 45 minutes I'm going to see 'Alice in Wonderland'
With my Stepmum, but you can't win them all ;)
I hate Mother's Day.
I hate even just saying 'happy Mother's Day' and having to smile as if I geninely mean it. I hate having to hug her, she still feels like a stranger even after nine years.
As far as I'm concerned, she has been far from a Mother to me or my sister. So basically, today is just one lie after another:
'Happy Mother's Day'
'I hope you like your presents'
'I'd love to make you tea'
'I hope you don't accidentally inhale it and choke to death'
It's all bullshit anyway. Most of these holidays are; Valentines Day, Mother's/Father's Day, Christmas. All commercialised, all skin deep.
Today is just another painful reality check. Not just for me, but for my Nan especially. She lives in Stockton-on-Tees, near Birmingham. We see her once a year, but I'd like to see her more.
Basically, her daughter died of breast cancer, and then a year later her son died of a heart attack. So I call her alot whenever I have the chance, and I send her letters. I can't imagine what she must go through today.
So for some of us Mother's Day is a pleasant reminder of how much we love and appreciate our Mums. For others it's just a slap in the face.
Aaahh depressing blog sorry!
On the bright side, yesterday I got Sara the most awesome T-Shirt ever.
And in 45 minutes I'm going to see 'Alice in Wonderland'
With my Stepmum, but you can't win them all ;)
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
London Pride 2010
Screw you, Ann Summers. You too, La Senza.
As for stockings, I can either go complete slag, slighty more sophisticated, or these (which are cute)
Obviously I'll be wearing a skirt. And obviously it will be ridiculously short.
So, any of you guys feel like tagging along?
Right this post is rather superficial and not particularly in-depth so here is some more ART ART ART to make up for it.
I'm serious, apparently I'm supposed to be the 'prefect' or 'ideal' bra size and pretty much everything I want is unavailable or out of stock.
I was basically trying to figure out what to wear to Pride this July. The theme is 'Paint the Town Red', but we've decided to make our own little in-group meaning we all wear as little clothing as possible.
For me, it is a lovely excuse to march around London in underwear lingerie.
Anyway, the bra I wanted to wear is this one or this one but I also like this oneAs for stockings, I can either go complete slag, slighty more sophisticated, or these (which are cute)
Obviously I'll be wearing a skirt. And obviously it will be ridiculously short.
So, any of you guys feel like tagging along?
Right this post is rather superficial and not particularly in-depth so here is some more ART ART ART to make up for it.
Monday, 22 February 2010
Darling Sister.
My sister just touched her nose with her tongue, sniffed and said:
'Mmm smells good! But that's probably because I chew clean towels all day'
What.
I think she is a very special person. She has an alter-ego called 'Dawag', who has an alter-ego called 'Kittay'.
Dawag doesn't bother me too much, but Kittay is a bit different.
Kittay comes out when she is angry. Kittay screams a lot. The other day Kittay was getting very upset and said the only way to get her to stop shouting was for me to pour her a glass of Coke.
Okay she just informed me that Kittay has an alter-ego called 'Gay Bird'. I think I'd better go.
'Mmm smells good! But that's probably because I chew clean towels all day'
What.
I think she is a very special person. She has an alter-ego called 'Dawag', who has an alter-ego called 'Kittay'.
Dawag doesn't bother me too much, but Kittay is a bit different.
Kittay comes out when she is angry. Kittay screams a lot. The other day Kittay was getting very upset and said the only way to get her to stop shouting was for me to pour her a glass of Coke.
Okay she just informed me that Kittay has an alter-ego called 'Gay Bird'. I think I'd better go.
Friday, 19 February 2010
short.
I have recently taken to doing the exact opposite of what my step mum expects of me.
For example, a few weeks ago on a school morning, I was minding my own business eating my cereal, and she reaches over and pulls up my top.
I'm guessing that was her way of saying I was showing too much cleavage?
So I basically went straight upstairs and put on a push-up bra.
And today, I came upstairs to find her dusting my room. I went in to put some socks away and she said 'I'm just dusting what I can'. I guess that meant she was attempting to dust lovingly for me, but couldn't get to some surfaces because my room was a TIP.
WELL IT WASN'T.
So I just dropped my socks on the floor and walked out.
For example, a few weeks ago on a school morning, I was minding my own business eating my cereal, and she reaches over and pulls up my top.
I'm guessing that was her way of saying I was showing too much cleavage?
So I basically went straight upstairs and put on a push-up bra.
And today, I came upstairs to find her dusting my room. I went in to put some socks away and she said 'I'm just dusting what I can'. I guess that meant she was attempting to dust lovingly for me, but couldn't get to some surfaces because my room was a TIP.
WELL IT WASN'T.
So I just dropped my socks on the floor and walked out.
Monday, 15 February 2010
Texts From Last Night
textsfromlastnight.com
When you're bored, go there. Here are a few samples:
(219): She said her black crocs were her 'dress up crocs'.
(484): I'm guessing you're the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster.
(650): Last thing I heard her say before I passed out was 'this is great. I never get to be the big spoon.'
(516): I can't remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
(218): Dude, the women on the view have some valid arguments.
(1-218): You know how I know you're gay?
(630): When the cops found him they made him empty out his pockets. No phone, no ID, just muffins.
(402): She broke up with me using backstreet boy lyrics.
(1-402): You deserved it if you knew it was backstreet boys.
(617): Shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick.
(303): Who do I fuck, the girl waiting for me upstairs or her roomate making me mac and cheese right now?? This is the single hardest decision I've always wanted to have to make.
You can't make that shit up.
When you're bored, go there. Here are a few samples:
(219): She said her black crocs were her 'dress up crocs'.
(484): I'm guessing you're the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster.
(650): Last thing I heard her say before I passed out was 'this is great. I never get to be the big spoon.'
(516): I can't remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
(218): Dude, the women on the view have some valid arguments.
(1-218): You know how I know you're gay?
(630): When the cops found him they made him empty out his pockets. No phone, no ID, just muffins.
(402): She broke up with me using backstreet boy lyrics.
(1-402): You deserved it if you knew it was backstreet boys.
(617): Shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick.
(303): Who do I fuck, the girl waiting for me upstairs or her roomate making me mac and cheese right now?? This is the single hardest decision I've always wanted to have to make.
You can't make that shit up.
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Is it too early to say I less-than-three you?
This is just a short blog to acknowledge the fact that it's Valentine's Day.
I spent most of it with the only two men that really know how to make a woman feel good: Ben & Jerry.
Also watched a lot of Disney films including Pinocchio. I didn't remember that movie being quite so fucked up when I was a kid...
Will post a future blog on chat up lines that would work on me.
Have also come to the conclusion that I would actually rather go out with someone who asked me to be their pancake on Pancake Day, rather than their valentine on Valentine's Day.
It's Pancake Day eve, eve.
Oh my God shit just got real.
I spent most of it with the only two men that really know how to make a woman feel good: Ben & Jerry.
Also watched a lot of Disney films including Pinocchio. I didn't remember that movie being quite so fucked up when I was a kid...
Will post a future blog on chat up lines that would work on me.
Have also come to the conclusion that I would actually rather go out with someone who asked me to be their pancake on Pancake Day, rather than their valentine on Valentine's Day.
It's Pancake Day eve, eve.
Oh my God shit just got real.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
educate your artistic critique!
Here are some of my favourite pieces from deviantart.com(in random order).
If you click on any of them, remember to click on the picture again to make it full size!
There are waaaay more but the list was getting too long.
I am, however, exceedingly fond of the first one...
But I don't know why...
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
i wonder what they were talking about?
it's like what happens in life
fire escape
the ultimate ninja showdown
fred is out of the jar
fuck the usa
what an unusual combination of attributes
it makes my ankles hurt to look!
aaaaand one for the boys/lesbians
love love! x
If you click on any of them, remember to click on the picture again to make it full size!
There are waaaay more but the list was getting too long.
I am, however, exceedingly fond of the first one...
But I don't know why...
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
i wonder what they were talking about?
it's like what happens in life
fire escape
the ultimate ninja showdown
fred is out of the jar
fuck the usa
what an unusual combination of attributes
it makes my ankles hurt to look!
aaaaand one for the boys/lesbians
love love! x
Sunday, 7 February 2010
'Wait a minute... This isn't a silly straw?'
That's what she said.
Last nights party was pretty cool. I'm not talking about the cowboy and Indians one which everyone else went to, I went to another friends 18th (she invited me first).
I went round J's to get ready as per usual. It was a bit of a challenge trying to be a good friend and give fashion advice whilst also trying not poke my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. I went for black with a hint of black, while J settled for the more contemporary (but equally gorgeous) green with a hint of black and gold. When we were finally finished beautifying (it takes a while) we ate some bread and Jammy Dodgers. Because obviously you should never drink on an empty stomach.
When we arrived at the venue, or house, there was also pizza and a lot of alcohol, the majority being alcopops. We ate a couple slices of pizza just to be super safe and sensible, then drank Bacardi breezers through silly straws.
At this time it was about 8:30pm, and we were at the perfect amount of drunkenness: when you can still form coherent sentences, but you love everyone and everything is hilarious.
Soon we decided to set off for Swindon (we were in Highworth) we all walked off giggling madly to the bus stop, before realising we were about twenty minutes early for our bus. I didn't think we minded much, I distinctly remember having a conversation on the correct pronunciation of 'startlingly' (start-er-ling-ly or 'start-ly'?). Eventually the bus turned up and we all sat at the back shouting and singing like mad hobos, one of the girls had a bottle of Chardonnay that she kept passing around. Then she played '5 Years Time' by Noah and the Whale on her phone :)
We wondered around Swindon town center for a bit before realising that every club or bar was infested with bouncers in fluorescent jackets. We kept passing policemen strolling around in pointy hats, and J nearly asked one if she could go to the loo in his hat, because clearly she was pregnant and desperate.
Luckily my frenzied shushing convinced her that this probably wasn't the best time for us to be drawing attention to ourselves, seeing as some of our party weren't even 18 (me included) so she settle for a nod and a dignified 'evening officer'.
After this we trundled up a massive hill to reach Old Town. We found a pub which apparently never IDed anyone so settled for there. Incidentally there was a 'bouncer' (just a really tall bloke in a jumper) who asked us for ID but we just waited for him to leave and then snuck in. I ended up only buying myself one shot because everyone else kept buying me drinks.
Then, me, J and two other girls decided to make it interesting. We played a game to see who could pull first ('pull' meaning make out with) then a lovely game called 'pull the pig' (I'm guessing you can decipher that for yourselves). We did a couple more shots and then swaggered (alluringly) to the back of the pub where there were about 12 guys playing Poole. Most of them were reasonable looking, and certainly intrigued by our presence. I had decided who I wanted to pull within the first 10 seconds. He was paying pretty much no attention to me, but I generally liked the look of him. He looked quieter than the others, who were already eyeing up the two blond girls.
The guy I liked was called Sam, and he was nice. I actually managed to have a conversation with him without him calling me 'babes', 'darlin' or 'love' and without him grabbing any parts of my anatomy that were covered by underwear. We mostly talked about music amongst other things, he has a good taste and was funny. During our conversation, we were interrupted by J walking over to us with some guys hat on. She said 'look at my hat, it's Dave's, I can tell he's cool because he left the label on'.
Incidentally, I didn't win, but I ended up not having to play the pig-pulling game because I was chatting with Sam. Of course, things got a bit flirty towards the end of the night. The birthday girl said the taxi would come at 12:30am. I gave Sam a quick kiss and went outside with the others. He came outside to join us and asked me not to go, I told him no woman in their right mind would stay with a strange man they'd just met in a pub after midnight, especially one that drinks and smokes.
He said 'But you were drinking', I said 'yes, can I have a cigarette?'.
We swapped numbers and the taxi arrived, I 'pulled' him properly (lol) and then we all went home and watched Madagascar 2.
So all-in-all, a pretty decent night.
Last nights party was pretty cool. I'm not talking about the cowboy and Indians one which everyone else went to, I went to another friends 18th (she invited me first).
I went round J's to get ready as per usual. It was a bit of a challenge trying to be a good friend and give fashion advice whilst also trying not poke my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. I went for black with a hint of black, while J settled for the more contemporary (but equally gorgeous) green with a hint of black and gold. When we were finally finished beautifying (it takes a while) we ate some bread and Jammy Dodgers. Because obviously you should never drink on an empty stomach.
When we arrived at the venue, or house, there was also pizza and a lot of alcohol, the majority being alcopops. We ate a couple slices of pizza just to be super safe and sensible, then drank Bacardi breezers through silly straws.
At this time it was about 8:30pm, and we were at the perfect amount of drunkenness: when you can still form coherent sentences, but you love everyone and everything is hilarious.
Soon we decided to set off for Swindon (we were in Highworth) we all walked off giggling madly to the bus stop, before realising we were about twenty minutes early for our bus. I didn't think we minded much, I distinctly remember having a conversation on the correct pronunciation of 'startlingly' (start-er-ling-ly or 'start-ly'?). Eventually the bus turned up and we all sat at the back shouting and singing like mad hobos, one of the girls had a bottle of Chardonnay that she kept passing around. Then she played '5 Years Time' by Noah and the Whale on her phone :)
We wondered around Swindon town center for a bit before realising that every club or bar was infested with bouncers in fluorescent jackets. We kept passing policemen strolling around in pointy hats, and J nearly asked one if she could go to the loo in his hat, because clearly she was pregnant and desperate.
Luckily my frenzied shushing convinced her that this probably wasn't the best time for us to be drawing attention to ourselves, seeing as some of our party weren't even 18 (me included) so she settle for a nod and a dignified 'evening officer'.
After this we trundled up a massive hill to reach Old Town. We found a pub which apparently never IDed anyone so settled for there. Incidentally there was a 'bouncer' (just a really tall bloke in a jumper) who asked us for ID but we just waited for him to leave and then snuck in. I ended up only buying myself one shot because everyone else kept buying me drinks.
Then, me, J and two other girls decided to make it interesting. We played a game to see who could pull first ('pull' meaning make out with) then a lovely game called 'pull the pig' (I'm guessing you can decipher that for yourselves). We did a couple more shots and then swaggered (alluringly) to the back of the pub where there were about 12 guys playing Poole. Most of them were reasonable looking, and certainly intrigued by our presence. I had decided who I wanted to pull within the first 10 seconds. He was paying pretty much no attention to me, but I generally liked the look of him. He looked quieter than the others, who were already eyeing up the two blond girls.
The guy I liked was called Sam, and he was nice. I actually managed to have a conversation with him without him calling me 'babes', 'darlin' or 'love' and without him grabbing any parts of my anatomy that were covered by underwear. We mostly talked about music amongst other things, he has a good taste and was funny. During our conversation, we were interrupted by J walking over to us with some guys hat on. She said 'look at my hat, it's Dave's, I can tell he's cool because he left the label on'.
Incidentally, I didn't win, but I ended up not having to play the pig-pulling game because I was chatting with Sam. Of course, things got a bit flirty towards the end of the night. The birthday girl said the taxi would come at 12:30am. I gave Sam a quick kiss and went outside with the others. He came outside to join us and asked me not to go, I told him no woman in their right mind would stay with a strange man they'd just met in a pub after midnight, especially one that drinks and smokes.
He said 'But you were drinking', I said 'yes, can I have a cigarette?'.
We swapped numbers and the taxi arrived, I 'pulled' him properly (lol) and then we all went home and watched Madagascar 2.
So all-in-all, a pretty decent night.
Friday, 5 February 2010
Sounds wkd!
5 Years Time by Noah and the Whale.
Yeah.
Makes me very happy.
I am in a really good mood right now, and for once I know why:
1. Skins is back
2. I'm going out to a friend's 18th tomorrow
3. I've got two offers
4. I have a lava lamp that is better than TV
5. I just had pizza
6. Soon I know it will be summer
6. Soon I know it will be summer
Today the sun came out properly for the first time in a ridiculously long time. I got flashbacks from last year when we all used to hang out in the Priory drinking 55p lemonade and playing tag. I really miss just being about to go out in jeans and a tee without worrying about how many layers you might need, or whether you should wear the shoes without holes today.
Either way, I'm getting some sun this year: I'm either going to the south of France or Lanzarote in August after my 18th.
Today, apparently some 'politician-y' lady came in to have a little chat with some of the school's more intellectual students. I'm sure most of you read what happened in SBHx's blog.
She was a bit of a wanker.
A bit arrogant and aloof, and ever so slightly controversial.
A bit like Sarah Palin with her Creationist views blabbering on about how the polar bears will be fine because they'll adapt (synonym: evolve [evolutionary theory? Fail?]). Anyway, her speech patterns sounded about as relevant as:
Yeah.I really can't stand people thinking they're intelligent when they're actually about as sharp as a brick. They should all be banished to Alabama.
In Psychology, we are learning about gender. One of the areas we've touched on is why men rape women. There are many totally irrelevant and inappropriate theories, one being that men do it because they are unable to 'maintain their status' (unable to pull) so they jump on any reasonably attractive and young woman in order to 'ensure reproductive success' (get her pregnant).
Excuse me? Since when do men engage in casual sex for baby making? Are they even aware that sex can result in babies? A majority of the male population need to be trapped inside a marriage before they'll even contemplate having children. I doubt rape is a get out of jail card from their genetic dead end.
And isn't ironic how most men won't even look twice at girls in bars unless they're shoe-horned into a tiny skirt with liberal amounts of cleavage on show? It's a delicate balance, I'm telling you. Tomorrow night, for example, I'll probably* wear heels and a relatively short skirt, however there will be NO cleavage. I'm going to be practically strapping them down*.
None. It's a bloody honey trap. And once you accidentally reel them in, there is no escape.
Next thing you know....
You're Facebook friends.
*(Definitely)
**(Do you guys have any idea how lucky you are? Ever tried running up stairs with boobs and no bra? Didn't think so.)
Sunday, 31 January 2010
omg.
I just realised my Dad deleted the Doctor Who with John Simm in it from Sky planner.
This...
This is a sad, sad day.
But although this is a hard time for all of us, we must pull though!
THIS IS SPARTA!
*atchoo*
Aw shoot, where's my manly mankerchief gotten to?
Ah yes here it is... Under my tools that I always have with me.
As these blogs go on, I have found that I am making less and less sense.
This...
This is a sad, sad day.
But although this is a hard time for all of us, we must pull though!
THIS IS SPARTA!
*atchoo*
Aw shoot, where's my manly mankerchief gotten to?
Ah yes here it is... Under my tools that I always have with me.
As these blogs go on, I have found that I am making less and less sense.
Weekend.
Oh man, I feel like shit.
I felt a bit odd the other night when J was round, yesterday I was mostly fine, but this morning I felt like I had my head in a vice.
I find that if I lie down and close my eyes I feel ok.
On the bright side, my sister is back from the Ski Trip! She bought me some mascara and eyeliner. As well as some strawberry BNs and Lindt chocolate. She's so nice.
She looked pretty awful when we collected her though, skiing really takes it out of you, and she said the last three nights she didn't get much sleep because one of her roomies kept coughing all night.
On top of that, she did four hours of skiing on Saturday before twelve, and then set off for a twenty-two hour bus ride to the coast, an hour on the ferry and another hour or two on the bus from Dover to Wiltshire. She got back about three hours ago.
Ouch.
But she looks better now she's has a bath and a few BNs. Later we're going to watch 'Timecrimes' again. It's a Spanish film, so naturally it's bloody amazing. Fucking confusing though. I was watching it last night with my Dad, and I'd already had a couple of wkds, so I wasn't at my sharpest. But still, we had to pause it a few times to discuss what the hell we thought was going on.
As you may have guessed, it involves time travel. The real reason as to why Hector (the main guy) time travels to begin with is never really revealed, it's all intertwined. Future versions of himself keep going back further to try and fix what past versions messed up, everything is co-dependant, like a house of cards.
Anyway I'm watching it again and this time I'm going to figure shit out.
(through the mess of painful fog that is slowly engulfing my cognitive abilities)
Oww I've just discovered looking at the sky hurts my brain.
I'm also sneezing alot. You ever seen one of the popular girls do that? All cute and sweet and delicate like a little mouse having an adorable little sneeze?
Well fuck them. Six in a row baby!
I felt a bit odd the other night when J was round, yesterday I was mostly fine, but this morning I felt like I had my head in a vice.
I find that if I lie down and close my eyes I feel ok.
On the bright side, my sister is back from the Ski Trip! She bought me some mascara and eyeliner. As well as some strawberry BNs and Lindt chocolate. She's so nice.
She looked pretty awful when we collected her though, skiing really takes it out of you, and she said the last three nights she didn't get much sleep because one of her roomies kept coughing all night.
On top of that, she did four hours of skiing on Saturday before twelve, and then set off for a twenty-two hour bus ride to the coast, an hour on the ferry and another hour or two on the bus from Dover to Wiltshire. She got back about three hours ago.
Ouch.
But she looks better now she's has a bath and a few BNs. Later we're going to watch 'Timecrimes' again. It's a Spanish film, so naturally it's bloody amazing. Fucking confusing though. I was watching it last night with my Dad, and I'd already had a couple of wkds, so I wasn't at my sharpest. But still, we had to pause it a few times to discuss what the hell we thought was going on.
As you may have guessed, it involves time travel. The real reason as to why Hector (the main guy) time travels to begin with is never really revealed, it's all intertwined. Future versions of himself keep going back further to try and fix what past versions messed up, everything is co-dependant, like a house of cards.
Anyway I'm watching it again and this time I'm going to figure shit out.
(through the mess of painful fog that is slowly engulfing my cognitive abilities)
Oww I've just discovered looking at the sky hurts my brain.
I'm also sneezing alot. You ever seen one of the popular girls do that? All cute and sweet and delicate like a little mouse having an adorable little sneeze?
Well fuck them. Six in a row baby!
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Not Cool. And Unrelated Nonsense.
My sister left for the Ski Trip last Saturday.
I feel a bit odd without her. Stomping around, calling me 'Mayhyoo', trying to be Alex James on our Dads bass.
I really think I should get her an Alex poster.
But then again maybe not. She'd never sleep again.
I think she may be one of exceedingly rare 14 year olds with an alright taste in music. Obviously she likes Radiohead and bits of Blur. I swear that wasn't under my influence. I swear.
But then there are the not-so-cool ones like Miley Cyrus. She never listens to the music, but she is worryingly devoted to the TV programme. And on occasion I find her singing along to the music.
Oh my gosh I like totally donated £5 to the Haiti appeal, if you haven't done it already, climb down from that hoard of cash and flick a few quid over will you? It is NOT COOL just to comment on the tragedy without acting to help the lives of those who survived.
On the other foot I am sooo looking forward to Thursday (evening) because SKINS is back! I hope none of them die. Although if one of them were to die it wouldn't be so bad of Cook did. He's a bit of a bastard. Also he looks quite short, which is always annoying. If you're a bloke.
Oh crap mock exams tomorrow, seriously wtf I've got my Final Piece for art in for Friday how the sodding hell am I supposed to revise and create a masterpiece that rivals [this]?! The answer is I'm not revising. I have a 2 and a half hour English Language exam tomorrow (shiiit) first thing. Why. Am I blogging.
It's because I'm so amazing and selfless. I hope people realise that me and Sara are the only two blogging on a regular basis now. I'm not even sure who is even still reading mine.
A-Woohoo Justin Bieber is on 4 Music serenading his love for sixteen year olds!
This era of popular culture can NOT get any better.
Seriously guys he's like twelve. And he's talking 'black' to Usher. Because obviously they are like BFFs.
Ok now it's Black Eyed Peas. What the hell am I doing, I'm gonna go listen to La Roux.
PS- Remember everyone, pay your taxes, or else that woman from the news will appear under you stairs like Harry Potter to give you long sentences of information.
And no-one wants that.
PPS- Seven is definitely bigger than three.
I feel a bit odd without her. Stomping around, calling me 'Mayhyoo', trying to be Alex James on our Dads bass.
I really think I should get her an Alex poster.
But then again maybe not. She'd never sleep again.
I think she may be one of exceedingly rare 14 year olds with an alright taste in music. Obviously she likes Radiohead and bits of Blur. I swear that wasn't under my influence. I swear.
But then there are the not-so-cool ones like Miley Cyrus. She never listens to the music, but she is worryingly devoted to the TV programme. And on occasion I find her singing along to the music.
Oh my gosh I like totally donated £5 to the Haiti appeal, if you haven't done it already, climb down from that hoard of cash and flick a few quid over will you? It is NOT COOL just to comment on the tragedy without acting to help the lives of those who survived.
On the other foot I am sooo looking forward to Thursday (evening) because SKINS is back! I hope none of them die. Although if one of them were to die it wouldn't be so bad of Cook did. He's a bit of a bastard. Also he looks quite short, which is always annoying. If you're a bloke.
Oh crap mock exams tomorrow, seriously wtf I've got my Final Piece for art in for Friday how the sodding hell am I supposed to revise and create a masterpiece that rivals [this]?! The answer is I'm not revising. I have a 2 and a half hour English Language exam tomorrow (shiiit) first thing. Why. Am I blogging.
It's because I'm so amazing and selfless. I hope people realise that me and Sara are the only two blogging on a regular basis now. I'm not even sure who is even still reading mine.
A-Woohoo Justin Bieber is on 4 Music serenading his love for sixteen year olds!
This era of popular culture can NOT get any better.
Seriously guys he's like twelve. And he's talking 'black' to Usher. Because obviously they are like BFFs.
Ok now it's Black Eyed Peas. What the hell am I doing, I'm gonna go listen to La Roux.
PS- Remember everyone, pay your taxes, or else that woman from the news will appear under you stairs like Harry Potter to give you long sentences of information.
And no-one wants that.
PPS- Seven is definitely bigger than three.
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
'It's the skin of a killer, Bella' .... *sparkle*
It was a tough week, but I feel better now.
I'm all excited/nervous about university. I haven't got any offers yet, but I do have 4 'We have received your application' emails. I guess that means they're going to wait until the deadline.
Except for Reading. Smug bastards.
Right now I'm watching Pulp Fiction for about the fifth time. Unfortunately, the twilight DVD was in the case for Pulp Fiction for some reason. I put it in the DVD player without even noticing until I saw Edward in all his sparkly glory pouting his way across the menu screen.
I practically ripped it out of the player and literally threw it across my room.
It cracked a bit, which is worrying because it's my sisters. But to be honest, it's probably for the best.
I am very nearly sort of almost getting famous on the net [link].
I'm close to being glad that I dropped biology. But I am seriously panicking about my final piece, which is in for next Friday.
Haven't started yet.
BUT WHO CARES?
I am totally going to be a famous artist regardless.
Or a famous person in some sort of collaboration of talented musicians.
You know... a band...
I'm all excited/nervous about university. I haven't got any offers yet, but I do have 4 'We have received your application' emails. I guess that means they're going to wait until the deadline.
Except for Reading. Smug bastards.
Right now I'm watching Pulp Fiction for about the fifth time. Unfortunately, the twilight DVD was in the case for Pulp Fiction for some reason. I put it in the DVD player without even noticing until I saw Edward in all his sparkly glory pouting his way across the menu screen.
I practically ripped it out of the player and literally threw it across my room.
It cracked a bit, which is worrying because it's my sisters. But to be honest, it's probably for the best.
I am very nearly sort of almost getting famous on the net [link].
I'm close to being glad that I dropped biology. But I am seriously panicking about my final piece, which is in for next Friday.
Haven't started yet.
BUT WHO CARES?
I am totally going to be a famous artist regardless.
Or a famous person in some sort of collaboration of talented musicians.
You know... a band...
Friday, 15 January 2010
11th January 2001
Imagine the most important thing in your life.
I'm not talking about your phone or your pet or whatever.
I mean. The most important thing.
In your life.
I mean something that you could never, ever think about living without.
Something that even the thought of living without scares you.
Something that you undeniably could function without, but the prospect seems so terrifying it's driven you to the point of paranoia.
Can you imagine it?
It's been there your entire life. And it really is, the most important thing, forever.
For you. But not for me.
It's not fair.
I'm not talking about your phone or your pet or whatever.
I mean. The most important thing.
In your life.
I mean something that you could never, ever think about living without.
Something that even the thought of living without scares you.
Something that you undeniably could function without, but the prospect seems so terrifying it's driven you to the point of paranoia.
Can you imagine it?
It's been there your entire life. And it really is, the most important thing, forever.
For you. But not for me.
It's not fair.
Saturday, 2 January 2010
it should be 'Master Who'!
This will just be a quick blog because it's 11:11pm and I have work tomorrow.
I had an excellent Christmas, got lots of lovely things like CDs, DVDs, clothes, chocolate, sparkly things, nice smelling things, chocolate, clothes etc.
I also got to watch Doctor Who twice, once on Christmas Day, and then again while we were staying over at my cousins.
Unlike the majority of the female Doctor Who-watching population, I don't watch it for David Tennant. I watch it for John Simm.
I mean, I loved him back in 2006 and 2007 when he was doing Life On Mars and made an appearance as The Master in like, two episodes or something (I'm not actually sure I remember what even happened) but now, he's back again.
And he's blonde.
Oh my goodness that man is attractive.
No, no... I mean oh my LORD I can't even look away to put out that fire that has suddenly engulfed the dog because that man is SO GOOD LOOKING.
I watched the last David Tennant episode today with the family, and at the end my Dad said 'Can we delete Doctor Who now then?' (we recorded it on Sky+) without pausing I just yelled 'NO' and probably gave him quite a frenzied look.
'Ah yes there is too much John Simm action to delete it yet, she needs to analyse it frame by frame'
Yes, Father that is correct.
And I will tell you now, if he wasn't married with two kids I would be straight in there.
I said good day sir!
I had an excellent Christmas, got lots of lovely things like CDs, DVDs, clothes, chocolate, sparkly things, nice smelling things, chocolate, clothes etc.
I also got to watch Doctor Who twice, once on Christmas Day, and then again while we were staying over at my cousins.
Unlike the majority of the female Doctor Who-watching population, I don't watch it for David Tennant. I watch it for John Simm.
I mean, I loved him back in 2006 and 2007 when he was doing Life On Mars and made an appearance as The Master in like, two episodes or something (I'm not actually sure I remember what even happened) but now, he's back again.
And he's blonde.
Oh my goodness that man is attractive.
No, no... I mean oh my LORD I can't even look away to put out that fire that has suddenly engulfed the dog because that man is SO GOOD LOOKING.
I watched the last David Tennant episode today with the family, and at the end my Dad said 'Can we delete Doctor Who now then?' (we recorded it on Sky+) without pausing I just yelled 'NO' and probably gave him quite a frenzied look.
'Ah yes there is too much John Simm action to delete it yet, she needs to analyse it frame by frame'
Yes, Father that is correct.
And I will tell you now, if he wasn't married with two kids I would be straight in there.
I said good day sir!
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