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.