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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.

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.

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!

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.

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 ;)

London Pride 2010

Screw you, Ann Summers. You too, La Senza.

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 one

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.

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.