c'est ridicule!!!! je suis morir!!!

wow. school. somehow, while it's better from my hellish holiday (see previous post), it seems so bittersweet to be back.

since i managed to accomplish no homework over the holidays, i'm in the middle of a mad dash to get the next days homework in. i spent 7 hours yesterday simply doing one piece of work.

SO TIMES 7 BY 4 PIECES OF WORK!!!???!!!???!!!???!!!???

C'EST RIDICULE!!!

anyways, i shall blog through my work enduced tears and come out completely exhausted on the other side.


sigh, on to something happier i guess.



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well at the weekend i met up with some friends in town, awesome by itself.
now add into the equation the unlimited green tea, the two animes i bought, AND the three rare manga i stumbled across and you are left with a very happy futch indeed!

mmmmm.... green tea....


i'm tempted to write about how incredible these particular series' are but not many of you will be interested. so instead, i'll list some of my favorites (not in the right order) and you can do the research if you're interested m'kay? ;)

best manga list

• d.grey-man
• bleach
• zombie loan
• death note
• fruits basket

best anime list

• yami no matsuei
• naruto
• loveless
• clannad
• air tv

yeah, there's more but i'm limiting them too five each.

hmm...

i think i'll take this oppertunity to tell you a little more about me since i'll never get round to it again..

right-o

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actually, nah, i can't be bothered. if you want to know then bother me about it and i'll force myself round.

peace out, yo.

my holiday from hell. read if you dare!!!

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!



you may (or may not) be pleased to know that i was not eaten by the beast of the cheshire moors. nor was a ground into cheshire cheese mrs lovett style.



so better then i expected.



overall though - absolute disaster.



ah-hem, list time

• there was little to no heating
• no hot water
• suspicious looking locals who glared at us whenever we ventured forth from our gated off area
• said locals believed our residence to be, and i quote, 'them houses be haunted, they be!'
• we were settled in a place called 'maggoty woods' near 'dark lane'
• the tv barely worked
• my phone had little reception
• THE INTERNET DIDN'T WORK!!!

oh yeah, i forgot to mention that i found THREE AXES UNDER THE SINK!!!! BLOODY AXES!!!

well i didn't stay to check for fresh blood, but you know what they say, if you don't want your nose cut off, keep it to yourself!

what a fun time right? i'd rather have stayed in the tower of london!

the locals actually stopped talkig and just stared at us whenever we entered a room. ordinarilly i would find this halarious - however i was silenced by my irrepressible memories of three bloody axes and the 'ghosts' around maggoty woods.

i barely made it out alive.

however, the god team found the whole trip wonderful and want ot go again next year.

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only one word can sum up my feelings now...

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

kidnapped? political prisoner? with biggins?!

...if I'm unreachable during the half-term week, don't worry i haven't died... technically. on the inside though I'll be writhing in agony.

yep, mum's decided that we all need a break, and although her intentions are undoubtedly good, she went ahead and booked us into a tiny cottage in some obscure/undisclosed location for five days.

FIVE EFFING DAYS!!! WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME!!!

when i asked what there is to do in said undisclosed location, she replied with a smile: 'nothing much, just walking. it's nice and enclosed so we can do things as a family!'

on its own, not bad, but five whole days with nothing to do but walk around or do homework.... insanity is bound to ensue. the worst part is that there is one hour of Internet a day. ration that between my sister and I leaves thirty minutes. subtracting homework needs leaves me with about five minutes to attempt a mental escape via the world wide web.

so to conclude. five days. enclosed environment. two devout Christians. and a baby. sharing room with said baby and sister. with nothing to do but work.

...this is meant to relax me HOW?!?!?!? I'd rather be choked to death by a constapated chinchilla!!!

goodbye dreams of a nice, quiet break at home with personal space and unlimited Internet access....

don't worry, panda, I'll be back in time for the second Saturday so the four of us can go into town then - I'll regale you with boring tales about walking around some desolate hellhole.


....ah well, i suppose it's not christian camp.








other then that, I've found my political calling at long last!

no, it's not the raving loony party (although that was a close second...). I'm now a sworn member of the liberal party XD. they are my peeps, yo!
I've been searching for a political association i can really believe in, and the liberals seem to tick all the boxes.

so there!



not much else other then a complaint and some kind of declaration of loyalty but whatever. if you've put up with my inconsistent updating this long then I'll trust you'll wait for my 'holiday' to end and I'll update then.



as a reward, I'll introduce you to a little game i enjoy playing. it's called.....


CHRISTOPHER BIGGINS HAS UP HIS BOTTOM TONIGHT!

it's a memory game with ensures hilarity. if Christopher biggins doesn't do it for you, then pick some other miscellaneous celebrity. basically it's a memory recall game - if i say:

'Christopher biggins has up his bottom tonight... the entire cast of hairspray.'

you would say:

'Christopher biggins has up his bottom tonight... the entire cast of hairspray and a disturbed hamster.'

to which i would reply:

'Christopher biggins has up his bottom tonight...'

so on and so forth.


gosh, i love biggins :)


anyway, over and out!

yo, what's happenin' homies?!?!?!

ahhh, coffee and polos.... storebought crack....

anyways, its been a while and i feel (vaugly) guilty about my long leave of absence.

ish.


so what's happened since my last post? well...

1. baby half rolled over.... or tried to...
2. schoolwork is bogging me down
3. aliens have finally taken over in mandelson-form
4. caffine has lost its buzz so i need to up my coffee intake dramatically
5. the mole-people's invasion is going swimmingly as we now have full mind control over czechoslavakia and minor parts of taiwan
6. for once i'm not hatingthe world and everyone in it - only those of the chav persuasion

fun ain't it?

i spent the whole of my free drawing pictures of moles in various positions (not like that...honest).

i call it - "THE MOLE CHRONICLES!!!"

Something tells me i'm not using my free lessons to the best of my ability.... meh

half-term should be fun - i will go to that gay bar!!!! there's a story here but i won't go into it.

okay, quite brief today, i'll make it later.

maybe...

futch-out!

recap

hola! it's been a while, right?
i'm sure you're hoping for a speedy and satisfying explanation as to my absence, but as per usual you're not going to get one... deal!

anyways, the least i can do is bore you all to death with everything that's happened up to this point.



m'kay folks, first item on the adgenda: GCSE results.

suprisingly, i passed them all - not with flying colours, but i passed none the less.
i got an A*, 3 A's, 4 B's, and 2 C's.
the A* was in english language; that suprised me. however i was even MORE suprised at the fact that i scraped a pass in history.
now that was unexpected seeing as i slept through most of the second exam and had to be forced to hand in my coursework. i get the feeling that the grade isn't accurate, but you know what they say. 'the nail that sticks up, gets hammered down'.

horrible thought but unfortunatly true. damn conformity....



moving on.

i'm loving my lessons - the honeymoon period is starting to wear off due to ridiculous amounts of homework, but this acedemic year is going to be much better then last year.

this is my solomn vow:

no more shall i procrastinate, put off, or postpone my schoolwork.
should i break this, i give you, my honoured blog follower, permission flick my earlobe in mild irratation.



got it? good.


yeah, i'm bored now.
this turned out shorter then intended, but i'll be posting more frequently to make up for it.





'till our next meeting,

XtfX

WTI (wasp transmitted infections) and lazy conspiracys

if i had to eradicate any species from the face of the planet, it would be wasps.
without a doubt.
here is a list about why i loathe them so:

• first off, they BUZZ in your FACE!!! purely to annoy you.
• second, they're sneaky! occasionally you can hear one, but cannot see one. making you paranoid for the rest of the day.
• thirdly, they hate me. no matter who else is in the room, they automatically go straight for me
• and that's not mentioning that one has just stung me. TWICE!!!

i was innocently sat in a restaurant when out of nowhere, one flew up my leg, decides it doesn't like me anymore. violently attacks me, and try's to make a quick getaway...

...noway that was gonna happen.

normally I'd spare the poor thing, but this one was just begging to be put out of it's misery... not to mention it's given me wasp aids...

so now I'm sat here with ammonia on my leg, gritting my teeth and wondering why wasps seem to be addicted to causing me pain.

should i go into another conspiracy rant?

meh, can't be bothered, so you lot can fill in the gaps.

okay, the basic format for a rant:

-blanks- are under government control so that -blank- can happen, which in turn creates a -blank- for all of the -blanks-. so in effect, what they don't want you to know is that -blank- and -blank- are trying to -blank-.

there, if you want a rant, do it yourself.

okay, moving on, my Pokemon binge is going swimmingly, panda's going to help me complete my pokedex, I've almost finished Colosseum, and i finally evolved what I've come to know as the fugly fish (feebas) into a milotic.

fugly fish was infuriatingly difficult to find - so much so that i spend 3 days of my life searching for it.

was it worth it? we'll see when i complete the Dex, but i get the feeling that I'll be left feeling that I've wasted a good chunk of my life.

i also dug out some of my old Digimon toys.

ahhhh, nostalgia.

i've been wearing my season 2 digivice all day. it's both funny and slightly sad.

other then that, nothing blog worthy has happened. so hold tight, once i get my results you can expect a loooooong rant.

brace yourselves for a long, whiny, and boring time from me until then.

kuh-brap!!!

GCSE's, mind-rape, and pokemon overloads are not good for the health!

Guh, i feel like I've been mind-raped by GCSE anxiety.

I've finally and begrudgingly conformed to the fear of exams which i previously didn't mind.
in fact, i sort of revelled in them and enjoyed the silence that is so hard to come by nowadays.

this ended last night when my mum asked when i got my results.

at first i didn't really care, but then i felt an unfamiliar gnawing at my insides.
no, it wasn't a tapeworm, it was fear.

sheer unadulterated, x-rated, heart chilling, sweat dripping, heart attack inducing fear.

history I'm not concerned about, I've definatly not passed that minefield - the only real question being just how badly i failed.
i mean, i was so tired in the exam that i couldn't read the question since the words seemed to be spinning.
in the end i just went to sleep. i at least want to have a failure worthy of a miniature firework display.

English is a big worry since anything below an A* is considered a failure to me if no one else.

drama i have no idea and that makes it all the worse. it's ten times worse when you have no idea how you did.



i was obsessing about it so much last night that i had the randomest, hallucinogenic mind fuck dream ever.
my brain went so overloaded that i produced chemical crack in my sleep.
i won't tell you about it but it did involve an accordion, a White rabbit, a nervously laughing viking woman and a levitating Mr. Bean.

i now feel like i have an idea of what mind altering drugs are like.

luckily, I'm feeling better now but my mum wants to go up to the school and collect the results instead of waiting for them like i want to.

it's a good job i don't know when they're out really, but if someone can give me a heads-up on the actual date that'd be lovely :)




right, next item of business, i found a new mission in life.

i will absolutely conquer Pokemon emerald and Colosseum - legendary Pokemon included.
it won't last long, but as long as it keeps my brain from wandering to other potentially dangerous activities it can't be a bad thing.

I've got about 98 on emerald in the last two days since I've been playing none stop, and before i say it, yes i know I'm a sad little game freak.

I'm also replaying ocarina of time and, if i have time, ff vii.
school is looming though, and i should really get to work round about now.
whatever, still a few weeks left.

okay, i admit, my first love is procrastination in all it's forms, but as long as things get done eventually, i don't see a problem.


anyway, that's long enough for now.
till next time folks

p.s. avoid over thinking at night, it does more damage then good!!!

boredom, sangria, and a note to the panda

wow, it's been a while, right?
every day I've started a new post, but i can never find anything to talk about - quite a feat as normally i don' shut up XP

so finally, i decided. i WILL post something if it's the last thing i do! so here we are.

first off, i saw an incredible movie last night.

green panda, if you're reading this: WATCH THIS MOVIE! there's one character in it (called 'the comedian') who seems to have jumped right out of that comic book you love so much, the boys.

it's called 'the watchmen' and it is probably my new favorite movie

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yeah... what else...


I'm going over to a friends house on Friday... should be fun...

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I've gotten a huuuuuge bottle of sangria all to myself so that'll be gone by tomorrow, before you say it, I'm NOT an alcoholic!


okay I'm done, sorry for the short post but whatever, I'll make up for it when i have something to blog about.
later then!

bordom = rants on pokemon, geletin conspiracys, and risembool rangers

last blog was cheerful so to keep the balance I'll start off with a complaint!
ha, take that optimists!

firstly, I'm angry that pocky is still publicly referred to by its' slave name : mikado

nuff said

secondly, I'm livid that Hannah-I'm-so-bloody-perfect-Montana is still on the TV every time i turn it on.

i would continue but I'm boring myself right now and I've just finished my glass of sangria (mmmmmn!).


okay then peeps! what's occurring?

nothing? me neither.


I've spent the entire day updating my ipod and playing Pokemon emerald.
i wouldn't mind, but i know that tomorrow I'll be doing the exact same thing.

Good thing is that I've lavished so much of my time and attention on my Pokemon, i feel a deep emotional bond to each and every one of them, but especially my blazekin (balero) and my breloom (shroom).
in fact, i seriously doubt I'll ever be able to delete this file. sigh. this is going to be farmville all over again...

i need to wait another week for the next chapter of Naruto to be translated into English, that should be fun i guess.

once again boredom sets in and I'm missing school (even if there are suspiciously creepy teachers lurking around the corridors).
see the thing about school is that you can't live with it and you can't live without it.
i dread the day when my life is no longer run by the bell and is instead run by an evil boss who is most likely going to overwork and under pay me.

that's if there are any jobs available, luckily I'm going into a very niche area of work so there can't be as much competition. woo! go me!

also, I've developed a weird craving for jelly babies....
don't ask me why, i rarely eat them, if ever.

wine gums sedate me for now but every time someone goes out i ask for some jelly babies.

but alas, babes of jelly come there none....

apparently there's some kind of psychology around how you eat jelly babies.

apparently if you eat the limbs of the jelly baby, you're more sadistic then if you bite the heads off and give them a nice quick 'death'...

maybe i was wrong in the past by a jelly baby and therefore harbour an unknown (and therefore unexpressed) resentment towards the anthropomorphised delicacies....
and now, a list of possible reasons why i might feel the need to ritualistically torture a jelly baby.

1. maybe a jelly baby cheated on my with some sugary-smartie skank...?
2. maybe a jelly baby slaughtered my family (erm....no, I'm quite sure that's not it...)
3. I'm actually part jelly baby and was ostracised from other as a small child, therefore feeding feelings of isolation and resentment....
4. maybe jelly babies are anti-anime.? (a serious offence in my book!)
5. maybe jelly babies are a chav creation sent from the mother ship to conquer this planet from the belly's of it's inhabitants...
6. maybe jelly baby's are actually tracking devices...
7. or mind control devices....
8. or maybe they're sedatives, created for the sole purpose of making the nation too lazy to do anything, thus allowing the streets to become contaminated with crime and debauchery!!!

that last one is it, I'm sure of it!

anyway, I'm bored again sooooooo.......


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OOH! I FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!

IT'S OLD NEWS NOW BUT MY AMAZING, AWESOME, INCREDIBLE FRIEND SCORED ME AN AUTOGRAPH FROM MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR EVER!!!

(I'll stop shouting now XP)

anyway, I'll rant about him for a while now :) see how my mood has automatically lifted!

his name be Vic. Vic Mignogna.
his name in itself deserves to be in bold, i am a proud risembool ranger (the name we, of his fan club, sworn friendly rivals of the miniskirt army).
Vic is funny, has a great singing voice, and is insanely talented. full stop.
anyway, aforementioned friend met him (grr...jealous!) and got his autograph for me!
if you're reading this C.... you...rock!!!

that's another reason for school to start, i can't get my greasy mitts on it until school restarts! Le gasp! I'm not that patient darn it!

so until then, i shall continue to act like I've got rabies and go loco over Pokemon, jelly babies, and Vic.

till then,

night night, don't let the jelly baby's bite!

skeletons, distractions, and a sense of well-being

and what have I been up to?

oh a great many things! massive fun, for a kick off!
i noticed, much to my amusement, that my skeleton hoodie (of which i have become inseparable lately) actually has glow in the dark bones and a FREAKY scary skull.

so i said to myself - 'TF my dear, what tomfoolery can we expect from this?'
- 'why, all kinds of mischief! we could... sneak out at midnight, find a
drunken chav and scare him sober by pretending to be a scary zombie...'
- 'what a ripping idea, old chum!'

I'll stop it now.

but my plot was foiled by that diabolical mastermind, forgetfulness.
i was all set to sneak out the side door and walk up to the pub, but (perhaps wisely) i got distracted from my anti-social hi jinks (he he, funny word) by a spectacular program called 'you have been watching' and i ended up having more fun watching that then i ever would scaring a chav into sobriety.

the AA will thank me I'm sure

who'd of thunk it?


so I'm relatively chirpy today, if not tired. baby is 23 days old today (or thereabouts) and he seems to have the lungs of a 23 year old.

and that's without his pissing everywhere.

yet he still seems to be the most befuddlingly adorable thing I've ever seen.



ugh, i feel so..... sickeningly doting!




in other news, psycoville is over. may we all grieve our loss with a unanimous and resounding
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! TAKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!!!'

I've figured out how to work the blinds having had them since the age of 11

I've not been rotting away in front of the computer as per usual.

I've actually been out and about with friends

I've dressed up as a nun (again. i might post a picture later on if you're really nice to me :P)

and I've gotten a new appreciation for Michael Jackson



what a great holiday!

or is it......?



yep, so far so good. apart from getting a bloody foot from walking in awkward shoes (don't ask) and a revitalised love of Pokemon on all of my game stations, nothing has had a downside.

being the (relatively) lovable pessimist that i am, i know that things are probably going to go wrong very very soon.

i have a sixth sense for these things.

or, according to Stephen fry, a twelfth sense.

for as you see, we are always taught about the five senses.
sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste.

but what about a sense of balance? or decency? or thermosensory? a sense of direction?

roughly there are about 11.




anyway, off i pop.

ta ra

my night out with a potential rapist, joy

has anyone else been called a Heathen lately?
no?
ha, you're missing out!
it is SO MUCH FUN!

outside of the cinema tonight there was some overly religious woman who clearly resented the fact that i told her I'm not religious. to her credit, this didn't deter her from trying to convert me (as if no one's tried before), to which i responded with a hearty laugh. soon i got bored and walked off with her calling me a heathen!

ha ha, twas amazing!

I'd love to see her face if i told her that I'd recently converted to Islam, next time i run into a half-crazed cross-junkie I'll try it.


anyway, i was at the cinema, on my way to see harry potter (shush!) with my dad (I forced him along XP) and i went to get us some drinks.

innocent enough.

however this seemingly ordinary event became not so ordinary when the girl serving me started acting a little...odd.
it was the adult showing, so I'm guessing she assumed i was 18 but she was quite obviously flirting.
winking and touching my hand...
it was both odd and flattering.


sigh, my first potential rapist, delighted.


so i went off, watched the film, didn't hate it, and came home. that's about it, bit an anti-climax to be honest. and that is basically all that's happened since my last post.

I've been to bored to do my promised experiment, but i did do an IQ test.

117, suck on THAT!

so feeling sustainably smug, relaxed, and attractive for once (even if only to cinema-counter lesbians) i shall leave this post for your enjoyment.

pip pip!

my addiction unveiled...

i have a confession to make. it's very serious so even if it sounds like a joke, i ca assure you it isn't. please, i beg of yuo as my fellow bloggers to hear me out and not judge me.

there's no easy way for me to say this but....

*standsup*

my name is grace....and i... am addict.

there. it's in the open.

now i'm not addicted to the traditional stuff, like heroin or alcohol. i am in face addicted to a little game called 'farm ville' on facebook.

i know this seems like a bit of an anti-climax, but i swear it's been tearing me appart!

i've stayed up until the early hours of the morning nigh on a week for the solepurpose of harvesting some artichokes that i planted the previous week. it's a viscious cycle.

i just can't leave it alone, because i planted those seed, i i feel i am responsible for nurturing them and loving each and every strawberry.

until a few days ago.

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to put things simply, intervention. i realised that there was absolutely no point to the game. it was just plant, harvest, plant, harvest, plant, harvest day after day!

how could i have been so blind?

this experience really woke me up and i finally realised how easily i can slip into an obsessive insanity, especially with gaming (something that i love without limit).

so i've decided to take a break, and actually leave well enough alone. after all, if you can't maintain, abstain!

...wow... that was pretty good for a phrase i just made up.... i should do this more often...


aside from that, i need to get started on my homework for psychology. 'tis good homework though and i'm glad i picked it.

short meaningless post today, but with a sweet philosophicalish ending.

just right.

later then!

exorcists, sprogs and the chav psyche! why do i do these things?!?!?!?!

...sigh...

i hate my throat....

i've had this cough for over a week now and it sounds like i should call an exorcist for my lungs. seriously, it's all rumbly and evil-sounding!
but to my suprise, i'm not the only one! several people who i know (but have not been in contact with) have developed a similar illness.

coincidence?

i think not!


coughcough...conspiracy...coughcough....


and on top of it, i've just dropped a buiscuit into my coffee! now it's lumpy! GUH!!!

HOWEVER, aside from the demonic cough and the kamakaze biscuit of doom things have been great! for one reason......


i now have a nephew! it's a babeh! in my house!

those who know me know that normally i hate children with the passionate intent of a thousand exploding suns but i think that this must change.

let it be known that i hate ALMOST all children with the passionate intent of a thousand exploding suns becasue baby Riley Nathanial David William F*****r is awesome!

(by the way i wasn't beeping out a swear word, i was blanking out my name for privacy's sake.)

it's David after my dad, William after my grandad, and Nathanial because....erm....dunno really, it's probobly a christian thing...maybe?

but he is little and squishy and barely cries.

i have made a private pact to never let him be taken into the chavlish way of thinking as is the norm nowerdays. it'll be a challence but hey, a mini-male-me is going to be toddling around! haha, i'm multiplying! be afraid biatches!!!

ignore that...


on other news, i have come up with a new experiment!



this is so challenging, that i may never be the same mole afterwards. if that happens, may my sacrifice not be in vain.

if you're fed up with the chav bashing then i pity you, because this shall also be a chav-orintated experiment.

my goal? find out why chavs appear to be thicker then an industrial sized plank of wood. so to begin with, i will take an IQ test in the morning to measure my normal intelligence, then completely adsorb myself into the chav culture. well, only as far as listening to some HORRIFIC repetative chav track on repeat ALL DAY before retesting myself.

are we scared yet?

be expecting the results soon but for now, i must mourn my losses....

SPARE ME MY LIFE!

i have here infront of me a box of blackcurrent flavoured lozenges.

innocent, no?

well after reading the packet, i have found that it is not so innocent at all.

DO NOT EXCEED THE STATED DOSE.

IF YOU TAKE TOO MANY, TALK TO A DOCTOR STRAIGHT AWAY.

IF ANYTHING UNUSUAL HAPPENS, TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY.

O.o

am i the only one who finds this odd? so i am currently testing out how many lozenges it takes before i get illenough to stop.

lets see, a box of 24... 1 every 3 hours...

sounds do-able i guess. here goes nothing...





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right changed my mind based on the fact that i don't want to be forever known as the mole-girl who died from a lozenger overdose.

not worth it.

but i have been itching to do another experiment so please give me some fresh ideas. although i must note that i don't want to die in an embarrassing way so.... be reasonable.

on other buissiness, i've been to a party!

with friends!

who i know!!!

LE GASP!

moving on, it was great fun so thankyou panda for inviting me!


hmm. what else?

OH! i found an amazing japanese learn english program! it's called "zuiikin' english" and it rocks!
it's right up my alley with useful phrases such as 'spare me my life', 'i was robbed by two men'
and 'take anything you want'

... it makes me glad to know that it seems we're looked upon as a load of muggers, murders and crime lords... at least they're prepared...

here's where you can watch a clip, it's strangely addictive! : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0V5mvXKee8&feature=related

okay i'm bored again.

tune in later folks!

catch-up

surprise, surprise!
guess who's making their third comeback?!?!?!?!

that's right, moi.

i owe a really long blog post so buckle up. it's gonna be a looooooong ride.


so, what's happening since i last updated? many serious things which i would love to discuss; MP's expences, michael jackson's death, climate change. all big things. all important things, but as always, the most relevant thing to me is me. so that's where we start.

exams have finished, may we all share i a group 'hooray!', and they were (for the most part) not half bad. this was followed by an unbareable amount of time off where i had nothing to occupy myself. problematic right? wrong, for this gave me ample oppertunity to conduct more experiments. remember the chav and fruit experiments? me neither. but i shall post the results at a laster date.

in other news, i've just finished my induction into year 12 (guh, so old). i got all of my chosen subjects:

drama: love. pure and simple. i cannot live without it. i kinda miss my old class, but we're getting along fine and i have drama more often. set up homework though. grumblegrumble. i need to read through two scripts, find a monologue from a different play and prepare it over the summer holidays ready to proform when we get back.
i spend half the day yesterday reserching and i've had a few thoughts. if you know any others or know one of the plays i've picked be sure to tell me what you think! so far i have 'after juliet', 'the pillowman', 'wiping my mothers arse', 'no exit', 'adult child/dead child' and 'hanging woman'.
it's good to get down to work!

psychology: brilliant. i'm really looking forward to studying this full time, but i've got homework for this too. meh, not too bad.

philosophy: awesome! first lesson we just watched the matrix! then we did optical illusions and i freaked me out! love it though.

english literature: as much as i enjoy it, i hate having to buy books. expensive and takes money away from other exploits. the only thing to complain about, is that one of my teachers has hands that make me feel physically sick. guh. you can see her veins, like ropes, all the way up her arm and hands and they wiggle when she moves them nd it's just.....blugh! she's nice though so i'll try and ignore...

all in all, i have for once in my life made some good decisions! i've even been university hunting! i got a prospectus for roehampton university in london, but my mum thinks that i'm 'wasting my potential'. pft, like i'll believe that.

anywho, i'm not sure what else to write...

chavs suck...

don't do drugs...

stay in school...

you get the picture, so till next time it is.

me? insane? NEVER!!! ...well, only about 35% or so...

34.659090909090914% insane people.

darn i was expecting higher...


ah well, english lit exam today. went horrible.

well, parts of it anyway. part one (of mice and men) was a snap, i swear, smoke was floating across the room from my pencil i was writing that fast!
i felt the consequences in the poetry section though. i hated all three of the choices, so i picked one at random and blathered on about something or other until i was ready to cry.

it didn't go well.


in other news i'm going out with friends this saterday! it's a rare treat for me as i'm not generally allowed out, so i'm happier then a kitten chasing a leaky cow. aww, what a sickeningly lovely image...


not much else, just felt like blogging. i feel my standard has slipped lately so my next post shall be a nice long rant.

please be patient with me!

boredom post = insanity

i'm sat in the school library with greenpanda, posting simultaniously. we're sooooo wonderful. not.

just called me a mong, the slag, lol.

anyway, i'm giving you all a running commentary of the library goings on. after all, there are a lot of secrets in the school library...buried beneath tonnes of dust and neglected novellas.

actually, there arn't any secrets, but i shall make it my mission today to find one. whether it's what is actually in the librarians private back room, or even the librarys secret store of porn (i know it's there!), i shall uncover the truth!!!

hmm...

nothing as of yet...

greenpanda just laughed for some reason... now he's calling me to look so hang on...

it was an e-mail i sent like last year and he's only just noticed. *shakes head in exasperation...*

anyway, he's creating a new blog so follow it or he'll kill me.

listening to lily allen...


i've just realised that this is extememly pointless, stupid, and quite frankly one of the worst ideas i've had in a while. and that is something... remember the chav day and drawing faces on fruit? i wish i didn't...


anyway, the librarians are all evil little harpies who squat in their chairs all day and glare at anyone who dares disturb them. i know, they're looking right now.

wait...

one's coming over...

OH GOD!!!

NO! NO! NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!













only joking. nothings happening so i'll stop now.
i'll probobly do another bordom post later.
see you i guess.

mybook? myface? facespace? who cares!

The day has arrived.

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuun!

The math exam.

okay, it's not all that dramatic, but darn it i have to go dramaless for ages now that i'm on exam leave! math's isn't actually a horrible test... compared to my history... my god that's awful...

i shouldn't really say 'my god' as i don't really believe in one. i've ranted about this before but it's such a big topic and i've never really gone into detail before for one reason or another. nor shall i today, but watch this space because it's coming.

maybe...


in other news, i finally succumbed to the norm and got myself a facebook.


ha, take that society! now i'm one of you! you're stuck with me! muahahahahaha!!!


the proboblem with facebook is that i'm very slow with it and therefore it takes ages to do anything. but hey, you can't argue with 51 friends!

seriously though, i really am loathe to join in with the whole online chatting thing (this doesn't count btw). i find it pointless, time consuming, and very superficial.

'just one more friend on myspace...then i'll be happy and fulfilled and whatnot...'

'just one more picture of myself...then i'll be popular....'

doesn't make much sense, i have nowhere near 51 people i consider my friends. i count about... five. six if i'm in a loving mood and i'm fine with that. it's like a competition. a strange, morally distorted competition.


it's even worse when someone you don't like wants to be your friend. i have no. idea. what. to. do.

firstly, this girl i used to be on and off friends with but we never really liked each other we shall call H and i fall out. pretty badly, rumours flying and whatnot. then she acts like it's all my fault. (i won't go into details but it wasn't me) now she adds me on myface or whatever, and i have no idea what to do.

doI callouslydeny her feeble attempts to add another friend on mybook and cruelly crush her spirit? or do i grudgingly accept her friend request and be forever followed by the horror that is H.

meh, i'll just avoid the issue like normal, but i really cannot stand her.

grr...

right i sound really grouchy today so feed me comments and soothe my wrath!

soothe it!

fish obituaries.

if life gets you down, think about my fish and the world shall magically appear that little bit less horrible.



confused?



well let me explain...



my fish is an inspiration. no matter how much we don't feed, clean, or pay attention to it, it refuses to die. hmm. superfish... i love him for his grit and determination which inspires me to this day, but he really needs to get a move on. i'm not being mean, but if i were him i'd have given up long ago.

once our fish tank was full and thriving, but now it's just a sad parody of its former glory-with one remaining fish, a tiiiiny little thing that somehow manages to survive. i wouldn't mind so much if it weren't for the fact that he disappears inside the tank, and only reappears when we decide that he's probobly died and that we should empty the tank. he must have a little tunnel leading to a secret food supply with a mini fishy-sofa and tv (don't ask me how electricity works underwater).

i don't want to appear insensitive, but i am, so that's how it appears.

anyway i feel i've been neglecting my blog as of late so i think i'll post a lot in the next few weeks (or at least till i get bored of it).



gosh, last week of compulsary education.

'tis both a sad and joyous thing. i definatly won't miss history, but i've just had my last lesson this morning so... HA! IN YOUR FACE! i still have the exam to go, but what the hey, what's the worst that can happen.

i've decided to follow suit with greenpanda and write an obituary for all of my lessons. i've done them all for 11years of my life, i owe them that much at least.

so, ahem:

history : what can i say. the bane of my existance (well, one of them at least). i used to be good at it but... alas i went astray. i used to dread the stuffy classroom, the endless coursework, the intolorable amounts of dates, and the teachers unusual fetish for documentarys by david attenborough. no more however. it has been banished.

english : i love english. so much that i'm carrying on with it so nothing really to write. i used to hate it but now it's become apparent that i have a (and i quote) 'natural gift' (looks smug) i was compelled to continue. oh, english related news, i've been nominated to go to oxford university and go to an english seminar to meet the author Philip Pullman (you'll know him from books such as 'his dark materials' and the golden compass). haha, am i not special!...no i don't have a rapidly inflating ego...

biology : this was also a thorn in my side-but it was an enjoyable thorn because i liked biology. i had some coursework issues but meh, that's all in the past. still, i'm glad i don't have anymore tests in it.

maths : i actually have an untapped love of maths. i luurve maths now. i might have considered continuing it but i still need to fight the urge to cound on my fingers (shhh, don't tell anyone!). my teacher's nice, if not a little eccentric, but hey, i like 'em like that! boring teachers make the subject boring. i don't want to loose all that hard work in maths so i'll probobly sit at home when i'm 30, pouring over my old revision guide and sobbing '...good times!...waaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!' i can see it now.

R.E : it's alright. subject's not bad, but i hate my class. i'm gonna sound so prudish, but i hate loud classes. classes are for working, not eating snow. it happened. tut, idiots.

drama : drama is the sunshine in my otherwise dull, gloomy, and depressing life. so naturally i'm never gonna stop. NEVER! NEVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!! ( i need to stop having suger)

student support : not been in it long, and good thing to. so patronising. you can tell that they go to regular classes on how to talk out hostage situations and council agressive chavs at once. they all look identical too...could this perhaps be some form of conspiricy?... i'll get back to you on that...

chemistry : guh, don't remind me. i don't hate it but i most certainly don't like it either.

physics : same as chemistry really, but the teacher ROCKS! he's a tad ditzy but noone's perfect. physics i may miss. not decided yet.

french : i would adore french if we weren't tested in it. i just love languages. i would continue it but...no...just no to the horrific exams.

hmm. that's all my lessons.

that'll be all for today folks.

(anyone get the feeling this blog was slightly morbid- having just talked about ding fish and obituarys... no? just me then...)

'the fork shall inherit the earth' or the bored ramblings of a mole with nothing better to do

it's official. there is something more evil and cunning then the chav. one object that has more asbo's then the entire population of london and manchester combined. i think we all know what i'm talking about.

that's right. the fork.

Only this morning I was assaulted by one seemingly innocent fork. I trusted it to carry my dinner into my salavating mouth, but I was betrayed.

This foul fork escaped from my grasp and decided to impale itself deep into my foot. Well... I say impale...it was more like a gentle stab, but it was a stab nonetheless!

Needless to say, I felt alone and vunerable once again. The only evidence of my brush with potential death by fork - four red dots on my foot.

Meh, I'm bored, thats the only reason I'm writing something so ridiculously pointless on a bank holiday monday. Ah well, school restarts tomorrow so I'll have something to do.

There we go, shorter post today for no adiquatly explored reason. If you need a reason, blame the fork and its conspiricy to take over the world.

teachers and a bit of self-pity: my newest blog

greetings boys and girls of bloggerland!

i've deliberatly held off blogging lately so i can keep these nice and long. short posts don't appeal to me anymore so i thought i'd lead the new frontier and keep posts long.

so 'whats been a-happening?' i hear you ask. well in answer to your question, not much exciting but enough to write about for a while.

first off you'll be happy to know that that ignorent little chavling got his commupance. ha. serves him right! little turdbag...

aparently there was at least one competant teacher in the room because he got detention and is now being removed from the room. HA! JUSTICE! it just goes to show. don't invade the bubble.

hmm, what else...

Drama exam yesterday. went well i guess, next lesson we get to watch the recording which isn't too great. i hate watching myself-especially on film. guh. i know i should get used to it, but i never think my voice is as loud and prepubescently squeaky as it seems on camera.

in liu of one of my friends (s), i have been compelled to complain about a teacher. it's probobly the pregnancy hormones but she is evil.
my reasons for thinking this? well...

1. her classroom is never less then 50 degrees. i don't think she can survive in colder temperatures as i have NEVER seen her out of her classroom. it's like being in a hawaiian heatwave up there.
2. she lives (and works) is the highest room in the tallest tower. really. the very very top of the school, highest room. tad suspicious if you ask me...
3. she repeats the same two phrases over and over when she's fustrated. she's like a malfunctioning robot! ('excuuse me!.... folks!....folks!....excuuuuuse me!...)
4. she snaps at people over email but never in person. she's nice as pie infront of other people but when you're on your own...alone and vunerable...she strikes and hurls e-abuse at you.
5. i thought i saw a green scale once...on her arm...

the only good thing about her is that she is going to be teaching me japanese next year, so i guess i can conveniently forget about the scales...for now...

speaking of scary teachers, there's one who freaks me out so badly i want to stick a tomato up his nose. (don't ask me why, i just do).

he has only three expressions:

• bored
• slightly more bored
• even more bored

he. scares. me.

he lurks around this one corridor, staring blankly at every student. his eyes follow you everywhere. you never see him move more then 5 metres at once. he travells around the school by morphing through the walls. you can tell he's close by because all of the joy gets sucked out of the room. he's like a joy hoover.

S ran right into him yesterday and his expression did not cahnge. he just stared. waited. and continues walking slowly away.

S looked like he was scarred for life.

anyway, i'm not here to hurl abuse at people i know, even though i do it a lot...

i sat here right now eating some pocky (or mikado for anyone who doesn't know that's their proper name), reading fanfiction, listening to the harry potter theme tune (remix!), and attempting to do my physics coursework. i feel like the biggest nerd in the world. but that's good because i'm feeling happy.

if i've learned nothing else in my life, i have learned the importance of happiness.

all around me are people rushing around, panicking over GCSE's and a-levels, getting into a right old tiz. i however have realised that i'd rather be happy then work myself to death for a load of results i would have gotten even if i hadn't revised. sure i may read through my notes the night before, but most GCSEs are about skills-and these you cannot revise.

so chill. focus on happiness. a possitive attitude does wonders. even if it's hard to be possitive, just fake it, one day you can even convince yourself that you're happy. i distinctly remember recalling GreenPanda saying i have a horrible life. yup. there are times i think that, but i realise that compared to a lot of people i have a great life. especially since all i can complain about today are a few teachers and a brainless monkey-chav-hampster hybrid. i do think myself a selfish person, there are so many third-world kids that would love to have a life like mine where, lets face it, i've been quite privilaged. then lets look at me who has so much, takes it for granted, and would die if it meant i could be someone else.

i didn't mean to turn this post in to a self-pity fest but it's happened so i'll abstain from depressing posts for the next few days (if i decide to write again).

till next time,

mata ne!

the walking no go zone a.k.a. my personal space and my fight to protect it from chavs

annoyance. i just wrote a massive blog and it didn't post!

*grumblegrumble*

anyways, i. hate. little. snotty. chavlettes.

in my free today, i was sat working like a good little girl, when all of a sudden:
"HEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!!! GRAAAAAAAAACEY-BAAAAABES!!!!!!!!"
a chill goes up my spine as i realise a bunch of baby chavs who think it's funny to call out an altered version of my name right in my face approach. i ignore them as they sit next to me.
"HEY GRAAAACEY-BAAAAABES! WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME???!!!"
>because you're a twat and i hate you.< (in my head) "WHAT YA DOOOIN' GRAAAACEY-BABESSSS?" >working dumb-ass, go away!< (i'm gagging on their garlic breath) teachers ignoring it even as they decide it's funny to put their arms over my shoulder and get right. up. in. my. face. if you know nothing else about me, know that i hate my personal space being invaded. if i let you in, fine do what you like, if i don't then you want to get away and fast. i can't even stand people hugging me if i don't hug them first, it's a security thing. luckily the bell rings before i can give them a peice of my mind (and my fist), so i rush out of the door. guess what. they find it funny to follow me. i spend a good five minutes trying to loose them all over the school. grr... fustration! anywho, chapter one of my story is finished (for those who don't remember, it's posted not to long ago under 'vindication'). it's been a long trek with many miles left but it's a good start, greenpanda seemed to like it so what the hell, i'll keep at it. now, i don't wanna rant again today or i'll give myself an ulcer so i'll just talk about me. here you go, 10 things you may or may not know about me:

1. iam in love with Marco Pierre White (from hells kitchen btw)
2. my life revolves around the computer, school and acting so don't expect much variation in later posts)
3. i have a secret obsession with harry potter
4. i am one of the select few who HATE high school musical and everything it stands for.
5. i wish i had cat ears...or elf ears...something like that, if i had a choice though i'd go with purple eyes (sigh...)
6. the last time i cried properly was two years ago when i couldn't find the dvd remote for my new anime. :(
7. i rebell by not revising for any exams (shh! don't tell anyone!)
8. i hate chavs and everything they stand for
9. i love acting and actually think shakespeare is pretty awesome
10. i like using big words because i think they make me look clever. they don't, they just make me a little pompous sounding...

meh, thats about it for now,

see ya round i guess!

catch-up

guess who's back-back-back
back again-gen-gen
tainted's back-back-back
tell a friend-friend-friend

ta-daaaa! wondering where i've been lately? no? well i'll tell you anyway!
nowhere really... bit of an anti-climax but i just didn't go n the computer for a few days, then the computer was taken to a doctor. meh, that's about it...

when i last posted it was to say how disappointed my drama rehersal went. this has now changed. everything has been on a high since then! i went to see a play called 'april in paris' which was brilliant. there were two actors in the entire thing, and they made it into one of the funnier plays that i have been to see!
the holidays ended with a florish as i went to go and see my mum and sister get baptised. twas a buffet afterwards so i sat through the service for the glorious nosh on display. my dad looked quite interested so i get the feeling soon i'll be the only non-religeous person in the house.

i got very into painting, and i have started painting on canvas. i must say it is coming along nicely. i love art when i'm not being told what to do. i see absolutly no point in copying another artists style, i apreciate how brilliant the paintings are but i would rather develop my own style. call me crazy but...
anyway it's inspired by an anime called D.Grey-man. one of my favorites, its quite dark in places about exorcists and whatnot. but it's funny too. perfect for me! anyhow, its based on my two favorite characters from it. one of them is a villain called 'Tyki Mikk' - funny name but he is brilliantly sinisterly amazing- and 'Lavi' - also equally brilliant but he looks like a pirate for some reason...maybe it's the eye patch. if i even finish it i'll take a picture and post it on here.
i went back to school, got back into the swing of things. went to the technical rehersal which went great. the lighting almost made me cry because i spent so long planning it all out and seeing it come to life was a big deal to me (sobsob). everyone worked hard, we managed to see greenpanda's performance as well (the crucible) which i really liked. all in all, a great day. i think the audience enjoyed it...and so they should! we spend ages on it! i command them to love it! muahahahahaha!!!
sorry, sleep deprevation...

that's about it really, i'll remember to post soon so keep your eyes peeled!

laundry and drama and rants, OH MY!!!

what. a. disappointment.

i went to drama today all optimistic and whatnot, only to be whacked in the face by a 'stray' football. that should have been a warning that my day would not be filled with laughter and smiles. meh, i live in hope. my day was filled with forgotten props, un-learned scripts, evil money-stealing vending machines, and finally the dreaded realisation that we arn't as ready for our exam as we thought we were. even though this was made painfully obvious, the other members of our group refused to work and went home 3 hours early. this brings me on to my rant topic for today.

sheer, unadulterated laziness. otherwise known as the '' i'll do it later '' disease.

things unfortunatly do not get done by themselves. i know. i've tried it before. if you don't get up and do something, nothing will change and you'll just have more to do later. that will just stress you out more and make it even more difficult to actually get round to doing it. it could have been a simple task like washing a plate. but if you put it off, more and more will pile up untill you have nothing left but a big pile of unwashed plates.
however, if you think of things as a big pile of laundry around your feet, it helps. it looks like you'll ver get it all washed. but if you keep looking at the mountain of washing, you'll get tangled up by what's at your feet. so the only way to get things done it to take things a bit at a time, and if it gets too much then take a break. have fun with some friends, then get going again.

in soe ways, the more recent generations (plagued with laziness) are not fully to blame. i mean, how can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?

this was essentially our last chance to get our performance sorted and done and we blew it out of sheer laziness. *sigh* honestly.


right. lets end on a possitive for once shall we? the new chapter of my story is coming along nicely thankyou very much! still a while to go before i'll post it as i'm still sorting out the details but any ideas are helpful.

well, thats about it for now. i'm going to see a play soon so that'll cheer me up some.

later!

the glasses saga: part three and some drama talk

happy belated easter fellow bloggers! and what an Easter it was! not for the chocolate (although i did enjoy it very much), it was because i can finally see in comfort! no longer am i a blind mole-girl, i am seeing mole-girl! the nice optician even allowed me to keep my origional frame and just input new lenses! i have a newfound love for opticians. as i type it feels like the world is in high definition. every letter is beeming at me like a thousand suns.

hows that for a happy post! boo-yah!

anyways, at the optician i found a booklet on contact lenses that change your eye colour. i fell in love with a deep amythist contact lense and a lense of my origional colour with a burst of moonlight grey like an explosion of erm...grey... but i really want them! typical me, i just what i wanted and already i've found something else. sometimes i really hate how fickle and ungrateful i am.

ah well.

today i've been redoing some drama essays that i couldn't be bothered to do well the first time round. grade A here i come! muahahahahahahahahahahaha! i've got drama tomorrow as well, full dress rehersal and i'm still choosing what to wear. jeans are pretty obvious but i somehow got the characer who's most difficult to dress. GAH! FUSTRATION!!! the character of Ruby is a bit of a slag to be honest and is easy to dress for, similarily, the character of Lynette is a very reclusive woman who doesn't go out much so she's relitively easy to dress as well. my character is in the middle so what do i do? also it seems i'm allergic to shopping as i have next to no clothes other then my school uniform. but i spend all of my money on games and books!
anyway, i'll blag through tomorrow and i'll tell you how it went.

i'll blog again soon (probobly)

crime to society is as broken to bottle

hey,

wow, this is weird, posting twice in a matter of hours. i've just been reading greivers blog and it has inspired me to write now about how screwed up the world is. it's not the happy rant i promised but deal with it till later.

basically the world is rotting. and guess who it's all down to. thoughtless, ignorant people who only care about themselves and what they can get out of a situation. did you know that one in every three people would not help a stranger when asked in a poll? i can understand if you're outnumber by a gang of yobs or whatever, but this poll includes finding someone who's been mugged or raped. how could you just walk on by? and they're even thinking about making the already soft prison system even more lenient on people who commit these crimes. i'm not saying that rapists should be raped or that everyone who commits a crime should be shot on sight, but all the prison systems are doing is taking some seriouness out of crime. police officers have become a joke to many people i know. that's just not right!

if anyone has heard of a series called 'death note', this should sound very familiar. it's about a japanese student who finds a notebook that kills whoevers name is written in it, so he uses it to punish criminals and make the world a better place. it's very interesting, all about morals seeing as the good guy in the story is killing people, even if it is for a good cause. but i'll say this. at least he's doing something. people shouldn't have to be afraid of other people. it breeds mistrust and anger which in turn is rotting society. my mum is always going on about how back when she was a child you could leave the doors unlocked and play all day without fear. how is it now? we have double locks on the doors, cctv on our house in case we get attacked again. how is this in any way shape or form acceptable.
there are kids on the street being attacked and killed for no reason. human up for sale on slave markets. young girls and boys sold into prostitution. the world has become a horrible place and most people aren't willing to change.

thus ends my rant for today, a little serious i know, but look forard to something happy.

PC? don't make me laugh!

today, i am here to talk about the pressing issue of...drum roll please...



POLITICAL CORRECTNESS!!!

dun dun dun!!!


many people who know me will possibly know of the sheer intensity of loathing i feel for the politically correct and everything associated with it. in my opinion it is less of a method of protecting human rights, and more of an excuse for right-wing extremists and humourless old soaks to dictate what we can and cannot say.

for example, the jonothan ross/russell brand incident. now i did not hear this broadcast so i won't say whether it was bad taste or not, but i will say that it was carried way out of hand. in fact it was picked up, blown out of proportion, and sent hurtling into outer-space. a few people who heard it complained (fair enough), but when the media got involved it became somewhat of a scandel on the scale of watergate. they both apologised for any offense caused and that should have been that. bit by this point, many many humourless old vegetables who hadn't even heard it, decided that it for some obscure and no doubt pointless reason, decided to get russell the sack and jonothan suspended. why. it was meant in good humour, they were told they could do it, it wasn't received well and therefore they get punished because some miserable old biddy decided to take out their own probolems on other people.

fair enough if it was a personal attack, but it. was. a. joke. it wasn't meant in a mean way.

nobody is forcing you to watch/listen to something you find offensive. don't like it turn over. i don't like eastenders. does that mean i have to suffer through it then complain to the company to stop other people from watching it? no. that would be stupid.

grr...

anyway, hello! i'm in quite a frowny mood today...probobly because i've just been ranting...

i'm sitting here with my coffee (of which i've decided has too much sugar) ranting yet again. you lot are probobly bored of it by now so i'll cut this short and try to rant about something i like next time.

heres hoping...

whats new? ...nothing...

haha, i've just realised i've made it past 10 posts! huzzah! lashings of ginger ale for all! (i've never tasted it by the way but it sounds fun...)

i am taking this oppertunity to thank my followers, wonderful people that you are, but also to confront something that is bugging me. thats right, today i am bitch-slapping the education system.

now some of you may wonder at this because beleive it or not, school is not the bane of my existance. in fact i find much of it dare is say.... bareable! however, all is not well in teacherland. for as you see, there is a mass conspiracy to keep the youth of the nation off of the streets. i'm talking about homework.

people today are so paranoid about what Britains youth get up to (cough cough...chavs...cough cough) that they feel we must be suppressed under several mountains of homework.

This. Does. Not. Work.

in fact it only serves as a filter to keep the good, hardworking students in their houses and the anti-social nitwits hanging around street corners because they simply do not care about homework.

now i don't pretend to be a little angel who sits at home working all day tirelessly, in fact i am very anti-social in my own ways. i'm not shy about things that i dislike, and i use the word 'hate' far too easily to discribe things. i am generally a very negative person squatting inside what many people perceive to be a concientious student. in fact, if i had anywhere to go i'd be off in a shot, homework be damned. though alas, i have been caught in the homework trap which confines me to bitter days of lonelyness in front of the computer.

solution? get rid of mandetory homework. 90% of the time its only going over things that you've done in class, and it will sort out those people who don't care from those who do whilst taking the stress out of homework. coursework i understand. it just NEEDS to be done even though it is loathsome.

all in all i blame allan sugar...and chavs.


on to some happier news, i'm not at home at all on friday because i'm out at drama rehersals and then i'm going to see some play. forgot what it's called but ah well, such is life. going to rent of mice and men on dvd, and the father of my sisters baby is bringing some anime over on saterday. huzzah!!!

because i've hardly been out, i've built up a massive store of energy that just will not go away. i've become slightly compulsive in cleaning things - expecially dishes, you can just loose yourself doing them. last night i cound not sleep. i just stumbled around the house like a dopey bear searching for things to do. i listened to my ipod until it ran out of battery, i washed the pots (again), i drank some coffee (not the best idea), i played on my gameboy silently until i'd finished the game, and finally i spent an hour painting my nails badly. i finally drifted off waiting for my nails to dry at about 5ish. that coffee really wasn't what i needed. but hey, when have i ever been sensible about what i do in the morning?


that's about it. i'll post again later but in the meantime, remember to never do your homework!

the results...dun dun DUUUUUUUN

breaking news!!!

having successfully donned anything and everyting that could be construed as 'chavvy', i decided to take a look in the mirror. what a sight.

i looked the best i've ever seen myself! it was so wonderful that i still am wearing the majority of it! i now understand why chav fasion is so widespread, it can make the most homeley looking onion into scarlet johanson. so in conn to my experiment, we should all become chavs and feel good about ourselves!!!

of course that last paragraph was a concoction of lies and ill-directed malice. upon looking at myself in the mirror i felt physically sick. i strongly advise you do not repeat my experiment as i ended up looking like this:

just imagine your face on top of his. not pretty is it.

just dressing up like that gave me that surley grapefruit attitude i was going for (which truth be told has still not faded). in fact, my self-sacrifice (of which shall NEVER be repeated) has unveiled unto me a most terrible truth... the reason chavs are so anti-social and bad-tempered is because they look like twits 99% of the time.

solution? i'm glad you didn't ask. because i'm all for freedom of expression, i refuse to say 'nyanyanya, you can't do this blahblahblah you can't wear that...' because that just makes my blood boil. so therefore, i have turned once again to passive agression. if faced with a spotty chavlette or tramping chavette or even, god forbid, a blinging alpha chav, i shall walk past them. ignore them. then replace their bling withmirrors that laugh whenever they look in them.

i'm not mean honest...

i'm going to extend my thanks to thatgirl who gave me a great idea of how to progress my story. i shall give you a cyber cookie in thanks.

thats all for today.

feel free to keep sending in suggestions for the progression of my story....help please!

au revoir mes amis!

i blame chavs! ROAR!!!

this seems to be a recurring theme in almost all of my blogs. i guess i'm a very predictable person. i rant, blame chavs, rant some more, discover that the cause of everything goes back to chavs, rant about how much i hate chav's.... get the picture? no? here's another:

get it now? good.

if you think about it, chavs cause all of the worlds suffering (directly or indirectly). famine, disease, general annoyance. the only difference between a chav and a coconut is that one is big and hairy and the other's a coconut.

however, it has come to my attention that not everyone classed as a chav is the scum of the earth. some are decent, kind, hard-working youths who just succumb (hehe, funny word!) to peer-pressure and are taken in by the social norm that is 'chavism'. this confused me very much. this epiphany of sorts has made me decide to conciously change my views on the chav culture. i cannot really judge them because i don't know them.

solution? i shall attempt to become a chav for either a day or 20 minutes, depends on how quickly i get bored. i shall don enough burbary to make a ladette blush, enough bling to blind several passing seagulls and the attitude of a surly grapefruit. (which is pretty surly if you ask me...).

before you ask i have taken it upon myself to save two of each kind of fruit in order to preserve the species, as in Noah's ark. i firmly beleive that noone can eat something with a face so i drew very convincing faces on all of the fruit in the house. the only probolem is that fruit have no gender so i may have unknowingly paired up two male banana's along the way (ha! i'm such a faghag (in the words of greenpanda)).

see what boredom does to me!!!

anyway i shall reprot back in with my social experiment results soon.

as for my story, i have hit a writers block so give me inspiration peoples! things that scare you, names that you like, anything that i can work with. i recently got a tip to pretend to be one of my characters and do an online test to get a better understanding. it works a charm, but my computer now thinks i have a homicidal split-personality... oh dear...

well that was a nice long one! i enjoied that muchly. who knows, i may get the hang of blogging yet!

later (brap)

vindication

konichiwa and good day fellow bloggers! i am being threatened by greenpanda to put the first chapter of my story up for him to read, so i shall but as a form of passive resistance, i shall only put to prologue up. haha. take that conformity!
before you read, please be warned that i overused the theasaurus with this one so keep one handy. also this is a horror/murder mystery/weird story, and although the prologue isn't bad, i intend te rest to be slightly more...graphic...
please try to enjoy it and give feedback if you will.

by the way, it's called 'Vindication'



On the walls, a canvas of gore and fleshy innards, framing that warped art. A perverse masterpiece. A rotting, mutilated shell of a person, wide orbs hollow and blank. Staring but never seeing, his face a picture of silent revulsion, rusted ruby liquid trickling from open wounds, a metallic scent lingering in the air, humid with heavy breathing. Stripped bare of his outer layers and thrown against ashen plaster walls. The handsome teen’s corpse was slumped, pale blood-drained arms outstretched as if begging to be saved. Coaxing me into what might’ve been a friendly embrace. It might’ve been if not for the oozing gashes, cherry incisions engraved across his wrist, inner thighs and slender neck. The corners of his open mouth slit from ear to ear in a feral, sadistic grin that adorned his petrified visage. However, despite his gruesome smile, I know his demise was neither swift nor painless. After all, I like them to feel the end draw closer. To me, that mangled and scarred body was stunning. The crimson flow resting on pallid milky skin, the once glowing flaxen hair now dull, matted and ripe with his own scarlet essence. Death had enhanced his natural good looks and bore art more inspirational then anything ever witnessed.
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It reminded me of a china doll I had when I was his age. My mama used to collect them, pristine clothing, soft features. She must have had hundreds. She loved their flawless, impassive faces that never contorted in fear, loved their subtle painted eyes that never shed tears when they were thrown against icy stairs, no voices to shriek out in pain as she struck them. Over and over and over again. Unlike me. I was mama’s living, breathing doll. The only one with a heartbeat. I was unique. Singular. Distinctive. Individual… different compared to my porcelain friends.
I was mama’s plaything to exploit at will. Just a fragile, cherished puppet dancing to my mama’s every whim. How I loathed her. That malicious snake who kept me sheltered all of my lonely life. Locked up from the brutal, pitiless world with only painted eyes to defend me. Every day I sat in that pitch black room and listened to poisonous pitch black words. Safe from the world but never safe from her. She would come in, slamming the door and, without warning; screech her venomous words at me.
It was on a harsh winter’s darkness that it finally happened. Mama was fast asleep and had left my door unlocked by mistake. I snuck out. Descending creaking stairs. Booming footfalls echoing. Resonating in the hush of the night. Across mahogany floorboards and to mama’s sleeping outline, a weighty china figurine clasped tightly in my sweating hands. Slim limbs raised and ridged, lifting the heavy doll fixed above mama’s head. Laughing, I crashed the porcelain doll fiercely onto her skull. Again and again. Her wicked voice screaming in my head a mix of terror and fury. Again and again. Until my blows halted and she moved no more. Eyes open and cloudy, a bottle of clear liquor knocked over, mixing with her dark cerise fluids. My pulse a violent drum, my forehead dripping with liquid dread, adrenaline surging. I felt… I felt…… alive….
Mama never woke up but I was glad. Proud of myself. Righteous. Mama looked just like my toys. Cold, stoic and soulless. The porcelain figure I used was coated in mama, shining crimson on its vindictive face. Broken and shattered. Like mama. Like the boy. Like me.


voila. proof of my general weirdness.

to other news...there is none. i think i have the most boringly unusual life ever. nothing happens and then suddenly, something really bad happens. never a safe medium. *sigh* ah well, you only live once so make the most of it.
peace out yo!

the glasses saga: part two, and a mini-rant on adverts

hurray! i went down to the opticians this morning and got my glasses repaired! they told me that my poor, poor glasses are in dire need of being replaced. i'll feel a little sad to let them go, they have been with me everyday without fail, witnessed everything i have witnessed, and in a way they have become a part of me. in a way, man's best friend is not only the dog, but the glasses. *sigh*
ah, well.
mothers day tomorrow. no idea what i'm going to do, trust me to leave everything to the last minute. when in doubt, find something completely meaningless and claim that it made you think of her. works like a charm. if all else fails, make the tea. what i hate about all of these mini-holidays, is that you always get adverts on tv selling something they found in a bin, under the catchphrase 'the perfect girt for mothers day' or 'the perfect gift for valentines day'. you've all seen them. last valentines day, no joke, they were selling an album of break-up songs as 'the perfect gift for valentines day'. adverts in general annoy me (i like clever ones though). for this reason alone, i shall never work in advertisement.

the broken glasses saga

well, not so much a saga, more of a boredom rant about how much broken glasses fustrate me. for the past two weeks, i've been walking around with glasses held together only by a mixture of hope, sellotape, and the knowledge that i may have to wear them as some form of monocle. but then, not even an hour ago, the rest decided to drop off. how convinient. my without my glasses is like rain without wet. Like simon cowell with out a witty comment. Like a chav without his burbery hat. sad, miserable, and very confusing to look at. i am mole girl without my glasses. my glasses are not only the only way i can see, they partially hide my puffy little eyes! this must be fixed and soon.
other then this, i feel reletively cool. i've handed in all outstanding coursework (it won't last for long), i'm doing well in lessons, i havn't been largely annoyed by anyone lately. life is good. but it'll change. i am one of those people who see the glass as half full, but i also know that someone will come along and drink from it before i even realise. i'm a slightly pessimistic realist at heart.

return of Xt.fX, (finally...)

BOO!
haha scared ya! the impossible has happened, i am finally updating!
to tell the truth i'm terribly unreliable with blogs and whatnot so savour the posts that i give for they will be far and few between.

now that's over with, i guess i should tell you all what's been going on lately. sweeney todd is almost over, which is both sad and a bit of a releif. a releif becasue i'll have some more free time to waste, but sad because it's been really fun and i feel like i finally have a social life.
last saterday i wondered down to border and met a real life manga artist! GAH! for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, find out because my life revolves around manga and anime. she even signed some posters for me, which are now sat on my sofa rotting away as i can't find a frame :(

now down to the serious stuff. i've been very down since wednesday, and quite understandibly i think. i won't go into the nitty-gritty details but basically this guy has been harrassing our family for a while now and he decided to come round and smash in our windows. i was right at the brunt of the attack and i was less then a meter away at the time. he was demanding that my sister come out and see him (as if), and when he found she wouldn't come out he started smashing the car and shouting for my dad to come out so he could 'cut him up'. scary stuff. luckily my dad's working away, but if he wasn't he would've been out there in a flash. needless to say, the police are involved but he's gotten away with everything so far so i can't see him going down for this either.

i really hate people like him, the classic chav with sh*t for brains.

i'm gonna finish up here and watch a movie or something.

au revoir!!!!!!!

the reason i hate chavs : A

i apologize for not writing for so long, but i feel the need to express to the world (wide web) how revolting, stupid (and whatever horrible word that i can both not think of and not say) these chavs on my bus are. now the 'head chav' is so insecure about himself that he needs to put others down to feel better about himself and to gain the so-called respect from his brainless cronies. i have known this one in particular -nicknamed A- since primary school and i have never liked him. he has constantly and without fail made my life a living hell. And unfortunatly, on this particular day, there was only one seat on the bus. guess who i had to sit next to. yeah. sucks right. it was only to be made worse when i descovered why none of his primate followers were sat with him. there was a leak riiiight above where i was sat. great. its not like there was anythink i could do about it so i endured.
somehow, A found this halarious, taking this oppertunity to torment me even further throughout the journey. eventually i got off and set off to morrisons with two friends (S and L). guess who was stalking us. A decided to follow while throwing taunts at all three of us. we havn't done a thing to him and he still feels that he needs to insult us at every oppertunity. then he catches up to us in the checkout and calls me 'georgeous'. obviously he was being sarcastic. if i was 'georgeous' then it would be one thing but he knows how self-concious i am and says it deliberatly. what a jerk!
i'll stop now because if i continue i'll just bore you all with my deep desire to slaughter him in the most painful way possible...starting with castration.
peace out