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.

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!

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.

'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...

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.

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!