As lovely as you all are, my main blog is in fact..:
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tarhh muchly (':
peaceout and all.. x
Sunday 10 January 2010
Saturday 26 September 2009
when boredom invades the interlectual mind
The interlectual mind watches Tracy Beaker. It's true, Saturday and I'm bored. I'm bored :| WHY ?! I'll tell you why. Because I'm absolutely knackered, having to actually work at school has come as a shock to me, mainly because GCSEs were an utter breeze, A levels are actually something I have to work at. That sounds like I spent the two years of main school doing jack shit. Sadly it pretty much was that.. Especially when it came to french. Good times (':
Either way, I still got pretty good grades, one A*six As two Bs and three Cs. Fairly chuffed was I (: but I have commited suicide with the subjects I've taken. History, Chemistry, Biology, English Lit and a piece od piss called Critical Thinking. Joyful ehh ?
WAAAYYY too much homework I tell you.
Anywhooo, there is a reason that I haven't been writing to this blog much, mainly 'cause it's not my main blog and I don't have as many followers on here.. Am I shallow ? I think soooo ;) Jokes. Nah, been bombarded with homework and trying to find time to sleep. Last night was the latest night I've had for a while actually, falling asleep at the grand hour of 1 am, I was absolutely knackered :| yet at GCSE I could happily stay up till 3am and not be tired at all. Fun times I tell you !!
Gahh, Tracy Beaker is actually uber irritating now >.< AHA ! Mock the Week, much more my type of thing. Good old Russel Howard (':
I'm really in the mood for Starbucks now.. Really really in the mood for it.
Sadly if I want any it involves having to traipse all the way to Leicester and I don't have any money at the momentt. Might end up going to Leicester to see Phillip at some point, then going with Luke and possibly meeting Nic there. Good times ! Sadly two of them are exs and worry me slightly and they know they do.. Ahh, for such a small person there seems alot to be able to miss (':
Hmm, gonna send Cameron McD-B an email seeing if he wants to talk to me :/ miss talking to someone who gets me to be honest. I hardly see Dais now, so having Cameron to talk to again would be really nice. Think he might still be in America right now though.. Darn. Email's best cause if I send a text and he's in America, it costs shit loads. And I can put more into an email ! Sound. Thank God for technology (': still want a blackberry though...
Mmm, peckish. Really fancy a prawn salad actually. Shame we have no prawns and I can never be bothered to make a proper salad ;D yes, typically lazy A level student :D I LOVE it !
Riiight, time to watch Mock the Week and mosey into town for a bit (:
Latersss homies, I'll try tapping the odd post on here more often
x
Either way, I still got pretty good grades, one A*six As two Bs and three Cs. Fairly chuffed was I (: but I have commited suicide with the subjects I've taken. History, Chemistry, Biology, English Lit and a piece od piss called Critical Thinking. Joyful ehh ?
WAAAYYY too much homework I tell you.
Anywhooo, there is a reason that I haven't been writing to this blog much, mainly 'cause it's not my main blog and I don't have as many followers on here.. Am I shallow ? I think soooo ;) Jokes. Nah, been bombarded with homework and trying to find time to sleep. Last night was the latest night I've had for a while actually, falling asleep at the grand hour of 1 am, I was absolutely knackered :| yet at GCSE I could happily stay up till 3am and not be tired at all. Fun times I tell you !!
Gahh, Tracy Beaker is actually uber irritating now >.< AHA ! Mock the Week, much more my type of thing. Good old Russel Howard (':
I'm really in the mood for Starbucks now.. Really really in the mood for it.
Sadly if I want any it involves having to traipse all the way to Leicester and I don't have any money at the momentt. Might end up going to Leicester to see Phillip at some point, then going with Luke and possibly meeting Nic there. Good times ! Sadly two of them are exs and worry me slightly and they know they do.. Ahh, for such a small person there seems alot to be able to miss (':
Hmm, gonna send Cameron McD-B an email seeing if he wants to talk to me :/ miss talking to someone who gets me to be honest. I hardly see Dais now, so having Cameron to talk to again would be really nice. Think he might still be in America right now though.. Darn. Email's best cause if I send a text and he's in America, it costs shit loads. And I can put more into an email ! Sound. Thank God for technology (': still want a blackberry though...
Mmm, peckish. Really fancy a prawn salad actually. Shame we have no prawns and I can never be bothered to make a proper salad ;D yes, typically lazy A level student :D I LOVE it !
Riiight, time to watch Mock the Week and mosey into town for a bit (:
Latersss homies, I'll try tapping the odd post on here more often
x
Saturday 12 September 2009
the return of a tard to our midst.
WELL HAI THERE !
Yep, as I have said in both my other blogs, I'm back and writing blogs, and currently in the middle of a inner argument, my heart and my brain, or my heart and emotions, or my heart and my brain or my brain and my emotions, or my emotions and my bog toe. I'VE GIVEN UP CARING WHAT WITH. Either way, it's a bloody inconvinience, and have now told the population of facebook about my new toothbrush. How thrilling.
My life has come to questioning myself as to what would happen if I was placed in a nunery. Fuck knows. Thats the answer. Men may drive me to pure insanity, but tbh, we need the fools. Without them we would be over hormonal, over stressy, over sexually frustrated and generally uber stroppy. 'Tis me all over ;D HA.
And for god's sake, if you're GOING to talk to me on msn, DON'T just say Hi and then expect me to make the conversation, YOU'RE IN IT AS WELL YOU BLOODY FOOL.
Gah, can you tell I'm a tad, stressed/hyped up/emotional/bored/caffine stricken ?
Started at 6th form now though (: so expect many more lovely posts of my life as a teenage tart, named Reginald and therefore everyone thinks I'm genderly confused, as I do in fact, ONLY have lady parts and am sadly NOT a hermaphfrodite, unlike my darling Archibold, whose penis in fact, has a flashing LED and is attatched to my through clever stitching (:
ZOMG Billsy willsy lemon squilsy just text me, boy I'm loved ;D and he calls me Boobookittyfuck, so you decide whose name's worse. He's rather uber cool to be frank (: bless him..
Hmm, I think I just sounded uber snappy to Gaz :/ woops. I just get annoyed so easily :/ BLAME HORMONES. Oh I forgot, I have done ever since I was 10.
Interesting education I had I must say..
Anyway, I must jizz. Did I say jizz ? I meant whizz. Did I say whizz ? I mean.. GO. Yes, mein fuhrer, me and mein kampf must go and do yoga. My kampf being my bottom. God I'm a raving fool :|
Laters tardy darlings, myself included, SCHIZOPHRENIC xD jokes.
x
Yep, as I have said in both my other blogs, I'm back and writing blogs, and currently in the middle of a inner argument, my heart and my brain, or my heart and emotions, or my heart and my brain or my brain and my emotions, or my emotions and my bog toe. I'VE GIVEN UP CARING WHAT WITH. Either way, it's a bloody inconvinience, and have now told the population of facebook about my new toothbrush. How thrilling.
My life has come to questioning myself as to what would happen if I was placed in a nunery. Fuck knows. Thats the answer. Men may drive me to pure insanity, but tbh, we need the fools. Without them we would be over hormonal, over stressy, over sexually frustrated and generally uber stroppy. 'Tis me all over ;D HA.
And for god's sake, if you're GOING to talk to me on msn, DON'T just say Hi and then expect me to make the conversation, YOU'RE IN IT AS WELL YOU BLOODY FOOL.
Gah, can you tell I'm a tad, stressed/hyped up/emotional/bored/caffine stricken ?
Started at 6th form now though (: so expect many more lovely posts of my life as a teenage tart, named Reginald and therefore everyone thinks I'm genderly confused, as I do in fact, ONLY have lady parts and am sadly NOT a hermaphfrodite, unlike my darling Archibold, whose penis in fact, has a flashing LED and is attatched to my through clever stitching (:
ZOMG Billsy willsy lemon squilsy just text me, boy I'm loved ;D and he calls me Boobookittyfuck, so you decide whose name's worse. He's rather uber cool to be frank (: bless him..
Hmm, I think I just sounded uber snappy to Gaz :/ woops. I just get annoyed so easily :/ BLAME HORMONES. Oh I forgot, I have done ever since I was 10.
Interesting education I had I must say..
Anyway, I must jizz. Did I say jizz ? I meant whizz. Did I say whizz ? I mean.. GO. Yes, mein fuhrer, me and mein kampf must go and do yoga. My kampf being my bottom. God I'm a raving fool :|
Laters tardy darlings, myself included, SCHIZOPHRENIC xD jokes.
x
Tuesday 11 August 2009
Reginald and Archibold
There is a perfectly plausable reason why I haven't been blogging like a caffine feuled hamster lately. That reason can only be understood by people who understand the extent of the love me and Archi have for eachother.
Basically she abandoned me for a week and left me to the disaster of Hinckley and the ameoba. Although it DID mean that my room looks worryingly, yet at the same time pleasantly tidy ! It's take me roughly 14 years to get it to the state it is today. I've abused it ever since the age of 2 when I started to totter on my podgy legs. Arwh. Cute image ? Crazy hair, crazy looking toddler in SCARY clothes. The fashion of the 90s for toddlers was evil, it really was. In fact I found a few photos of me and my brother when we were younger. My brother actually looks adorable, opposed to the Jesus/hippy look he sports nowadays. Ah well, he's 150 miles away at uni ^.^
Back to Archibold. SHE RETURNED TO MY BOSSOM ON SUNDAY !!! xD My lord I was happy, (': t'was tears of joy when I saw her. I could have even hugged her ! But sadly I had a toothbrush in my mouth and didn't really fancy getting stabbed in the throat. GAH !
We had an epic day of trundling about Hinckley, letting the tards know that the queen tard and brothel owner had arrived back on the retard scene. T'was immense. Melon played a main role in the arrival thing.. And then hilarious videos followed in Hollycroft park. An area of Hinckley that will no longer be free from me and Dais, we found it rather pleasant and intriguing with the band playing show tunes. Fun stuff ! Nowhere is safe I tell you. We stormed London a few weeks back and I think they're still recovering xD at least I am, I kept tripping up (':
I'm also seeing her tomorrow (': I just hope that my front door wants to like me and let me lock it. We spent about 10 minutes trying to lock the flaming thing on Sunday. T'was not good at all.
My internet's been playing up a heck of alot as well, hence the lack of posts, bit hard to type on when every 5 minutes Tiscali likes to turn our internet off. SADISTS. Ahem. Yoga's been taking over my life.. Ish. I've discovered that it's rather nice to do it outside, inside it feels a tad.. resticted. It also means I get a tad sunburnt, if on occassion, it's fairly sunny. Sensitive skinn (N). Although I do go a nice brown the next day ;D
And the main reason I haven't really blogged much, is due to a severe lack of inspiration. But now I'm pretty much brimming with the stuff ! :D I have the return of Dais, a really crap internet, moseys round town with Archi, my hate of technology, obsession with Facebook and a fear of Turkish stalkers.
The hate of technology is because when I took a few videos of me and Daisy in Hollycroft, when I put them on my laptop they got rotated to the wrong angle. So from about 9pm last night till 3am, then from when I woke up this morning for a few hours, I have been trying to find a programme to successfully rotate them WITHOUT having them sped up to 8 times the normal speed. Tricky.
Annnddd I have a Turkish stalker type thing. I'm not quite sure how I've aquired him to be honest. There I was happily chatting to Tom and uploading videos and sorting photos out on Facebook, then up he pops. Now he wants to see another photo of me.. Although apparently English guys are blind and stupid xD I like the fact he thinks I'm pretty. How shallow. BLEH ! But despite that, it really is an irritation, in fact Cameron McD-B advised I tell him to eff off in Turkish xD tempting.. Very tempting ;D
Things are all good with Joshua the raving lesbian though, although his girlfriend's gone away and he's kinda moochy, poor thing ): Cameron McD-B's also feeling alot better which is gooood :D andd Sebastian's been talking to me again. Is it bad that it makes me stupidly happy ? :\
Gah I like it (':
I'm really into Go:Audio at the minute, ALOT. Not only are they buff, their music is pretty decent. Not only is it rock and indie, it's good for manically dancing like a fool to. And yoga :S although that MIGHT just be me.. Oh well (':
God, I can't believe this holiday's almost over ! It's odd really. 6th form's going to be so different, so many people aren't going to be there, especially my darling Archibold.. Stefaniak's going to miss her as well, I can tell how she sees me next to Jake and just thinks, "that should be Daisy taking the piss out of my hair with Rozz.." Hahaaaa, she's going to come to hate me over these 2 years ;D
Ohh dear, I'd better dash, I have to be up at like 9am tomorrow :| WHY DID I SAY 11 WAS OKAY ?!?!
My bad.
Latersss
x
Basically she abandoned me for a week and left me to the disaster of Hinckley and the ameoba. Although it DID mean that my room looks worryingly, yet at the same time pleasantly tidy ! It's take me roughly 14 years to get it to the state it is today. I've abused it ever since the age of 2 when I started to totter on my podgy legs. Arwh. Cute image ? Crazy hair, crazy looking toddler in SCARY clothes. The fashion of the 90s for toddlers was evil, it really was. In fact I found a few photos of me and my brother when we were younger. My brother actually looks adorable, opposed to the Jesus/hippy look he sports nowadays. Ah well, he's 150 miles away at uni ^.^
Back to Archibold. SHE RETURNED TO MY BOSSOM ON SUNDAY !!! xD My lord I was happy, (': t'was tears of joy when I saw her. I could have even hugged her ! But sadly I had a toothbrush in my mouth and didn't really fancy getting stabbed in the throat. GAH !
We had an epic day of trundling about Hinckley, letting the tards know that the queen tard and brothel owner had arrived back on the retard scene. T'was immense. Melon played a main role in the arrival thing.. And then hilarious videos followed in Hollycroft park. An area of Hinckley that will no longer be free from me and Dais, we found it rather pleasant and intriguing with the band playing show tunes. Fun stuff ! Nowhere is safe I tell you. We stormed London a few weeks back and I think they're still recovering xD at least I am, I kept tripping up (':
I'm also seeing her tomorrow (': I just hope that my front door wants to like me and let me lock it. We spent about 10 minutes trying to lock the flaming thing on Sunday. T'was not good at all.
My internet's been playing up a heck of alot as well, hence the lack of posts, bit hard to type on when every 5 minutes Tiscali likes to turn our internet off. SADISTS. Ahem. Yoga's been taking over my life.. Ish. I've discovered that it's rather nice to do it outside, inside it feels a tad.. resticted. It also means I get a tad sunburnt, if on occassion, it's fairly sunny. Sensitive skinn (N). Although I do go a nice brown the next day ;D
And the main reason I haven't really blogged much, is due to a severe lack of inspiration. But now I'm pretty much brimming with the stuff ! :D I have the return of Dais, a really crap internet, moseys round town with Archi, my hate of technology, obsession with Facebook and a fear of Turkish stalkers.
The hate of technology is because when I took a few videos of me and Daisy in Hollycroft, when I put them on my laptop they got rotated to the wrong angle. So from about 9pm last night till 3am, then from when I woke up this morning for a few hours, I have been trying to find a programme to successfully rotate them WITHOUT having them sped up to 8 times the normal speed. Tricky.
Annnddd I have a Turkish stalker type thing. I'm not quite sure how I've aquired him to be honest. There I was happily chatting to Tom and uploading videos and sorting photos out on Facebook, then up he pops. Now he wants to see another photo of me.. Although apparently English guys are blind and stupid xD I like the fact he thinks I'm pretty. How shallow. BLEH ! But despite that, it really is an irritation, in fact Cameron McD-B advised I tell him to eff off in Turkish xD tempting.. Very tempting ;D
Things are all good with Joshua the raving lesbian though, although his girlfriend's gone away and he's kinda moochy, poor thing ): Cameron McD-B's also feeling alot better which is gooood :D andd Sebastian's been talking to me again. Is it bad that it makes me stupidly happy ? :\
Gah I like it (':
I'm really into Go:Audio at the minute, ALOT. Not only are they buff, their music is pretty decent. Not only is it rock and indie, it's good for manically dancing like a fool to. And yoga :S although that MIGHT just be me.. Oh well (':
God, I can't believe this holiday's almost over ! It's odd really. 6th form's going to be so different, so many people aren't going to be there, especially my darling Archibold.. Stefaniak's going to miss her as well, I can tell how she sees me next to Jake and just thinks, "that should be Daisy taking the piss out of my hair with Rozz.." Hahaaaa, she's going to come to hate me over these 2 years ;D
Ohh dear, I'd better dash, I have to be up at like 9am tomorrow :| WHY DID I SAY 11 WAS OKAY ?!?!
My bad.
Latersss
x
Thursday 6 August 2009
oh how mooody.
this post was actually supposed to be typed up last night, but my ipod proved useless when it comes to writing to my blogs, so meh.
basically it was about half 1 in the morning and little old me was sitting on my bed gazing mysticly out my bedroom window.
the moon was really bright, well, the reflection that it gave of the sun was. technicalities. psch.
and it was kinda cloudy and the clouds were moving across the moon and it looked really mysterious and moody and ahhhh (':
listening to Joshua Radin - rather be with you rather helped deepen the atmosphereee.
I was also talking to Joshua, t'was a good conversation until he went all odd, "don't say never.. do you understand ?"
understand what ?! :S
Gahh, oh well (':
'tis all for now my lovelies
tatty bye
x
basically it was about half 1 in the morning and little old me was sitting on my bed gazing mysticly out my bedroom window.
the moon was really bright, well, the reflection that it gave of the sun was. technicalities. psch.
and it was kinda cloudy and the clouds were moving across the moon and it looked really mysterious and moody and ahhhh (':
listening to Joshua Radin - rather be with you rather helped deepen the atmosphereee.
I was also talking to Joshua, t'was a good conversation until he went all odd, "don't say never.. do you understand ?"
understand what ?! :S
Gahh, oh well (':
'tis all for now my lovelies
tatty bye
x
Wednesday 5 August 2009
boopy doo da di dooDAAAAA.
haaaa, i'm bored. and Joshua said "brb" like half an hour ago now -.- maybe that's a tad of an exageration but blehhhh. who's to knowww ?
i have rather neglected my darling blogs lately. i feel rather ashamed and sorrowful. you, my darling readers, who are all presumably mental.. have been deprived of my manic ramblings and my usual 5 posts a day. oh i do pity you.
but yesss, with the new yoga doing, loudly OHHMMing and shorter haired Rozz is baaaack (': she also has an even shittier internet. not sure if that's possible, but it darn well seems it to be frankk. she has also discovered she has spent and unnaturally long time on bebo since Sebastian Gourge (HA.) Reene mailed her on there. and she's also questioning why in the name of arse she's talking in the third person.
shut UP Rozz.
hmm, brushing teeth time. i'm getting a complex about brushing my teeth. haaaaa. that must be a fun one to talk about to a therapist. i might consider itt (':
mmm, minty freshness ;D and holy lord my hair really is rather short. this is short for me, so it is actually still fairly long. gah. you lot are so darn picky. got some of that dry shampoo stuff actually. not half bad. smells loverly.. i think. the fumes knocked me out for a bit ;D
and Joshua has returned ! good lord... ! and i'm bored of this song, Rob Thomas, did you come from the caribbean ?! where's itunes.. AHAAA ! i love windows 7 ^.^
ohh, in the car on the way back from badminton (LOTS of old people, but rather amusing 'cause i'm pretty good and beat my mom most the time xD) my mom decided to tell me her plan for me and a family friends son, Gareth. he's about 6 years older than me, and she decided to tell me that she though that as soon as i'd finished uni, got a decent degree, a good brain, and a pretty face, then i should get with him.
hmm. thanks mom.
in fairness he is a great guy, but i really doubt he'd want someone he's known since she was a screaming baby with a full head of manic red hair who tried to hit her brother with a brick when she was about 4, got addicted to caffine at the age of 5, and who accidentally whacked him in the nuts with a pillow VERY hard when she was 12. my moms main reason is that he's going to get a massive inheritance.. how shallow mother.
i could lassoo the owner of starbucks and get free coffee for all eternity.. now THERE'S a decent plan xD
ahaaaa, whoever said yoga was calming, evidentally never did the stuff that's in my moms book. although granted, her book is from several centuries ago. something like 1980... it hurts. alot. i mean it is my own fault for doing ONLY the excersises that help shed weight, but my stomach hurts like billio !
wow my hair's short. i think i should dye it a really nice red. my moms opinion isn't exactly positive though, basically if i DID dye it, she would go ballistic.
fantastic !! ;D
woops. i really shouldn't sneeze when my mom's trying to sleep. bad idea Rozz...
latersss (':
x
i have rather neglected my darling blogs lately. i feel rather ashamed and sorrowful. you, my darling readers, who are all presumably mental.. have been deprived of my manic ramblings and my usual 5 posts a day. oh i do pity you.
but yesss, with the new yoga doing, loudly OHHMMing and shorter haired Rozz is baaaack (': she also has an even shittier internet. not sure if that's possible, but it darn well seems it to be frankk. she has also discovered she has spent and unnaturally long time on bebo since Sebastian Gourge (HA.) Reene mailed her on there. and she's also questioning why in the name of arse she's talking in the third person.
shut UP Rozz.
hmm, brushing teeth time. i'm getting a complex about brushing my teeth. haaaaa. that must be a fun one to talk about to a therapist. i might consider itt (':
mmm, minty freshness ;D and holy lord my hair really is rather short. this is short for me, so it is actually still fairly long. gah. you lot are so darn picky. got some of that dry shampoo stuff actually. not half bad. smells loverly.. i think. the fumes knocked me out for a bit ;D
and Joshua has returned ! good lord... ! and i'm bored of this song, Rob Thomas, did you come from the caribbean ?! where's itunes.. AHAAA ! i love windows 7 ^.^
ohh, in the car on the way back from badminton (LOTS of old people, but rather amusing 'cause i'm pretty good and beat my mom most the time xD) my mom decided to tell me her plan for me and a family friends son, Gareth. he's about 6 years older than me, and she decided to tell me that she though that as soon as i'd finished uni, got a decent degree, a good brain, and a pretty face, then i should get with him.
hmm. thanks mom.
in fairness he is a great guy, but i really doubt he'd want someone he's known since she was a screaming baby with a full head of manic red hair who tried to hit her brother with a brick when she was about 4, got addicted to caffine at the age of 5, and who accidentally whacked him in the nuts with a pillow VERY hard when she was 12. my moms main reason is that he's going to get a massive inheritance.. how shallow mother.
i could lassoo the owner of starbucks and get free coffee for all eternity.. now THERE'S a decent plan xD
ahaaaa, whoever said yoga was calming, evidentally never did the stuff that's in my moms book. although granted, her book is from several centuries ago. something like 1980... it hurts. alot. i mean it is my own fault for doing ONLY the excersises that help shed weight, but my stomach hurts like billio !
wow my hair's short. i think i should dye it a really nice red. my moms opinion isn't exactly positive though, basically if i DID dye it, she would go ballistic.
fantastic !! ;D
woops. i really shouldn't sneeze when my mom's trying to sleep. bad idea Rozz...
latersss (':
x
Sunday 2 August 2009
with hands held high to a sky so blue..
the ocean opens up to swallow you..
just though i'd recite a bit of Linkin Park for you all (': i was watching the flight of a flutterby when the song came reverberating through my ear drums and pounding into my head. wouldn't it be nice to live as a butterfly for just one day.. ? they look so delicate and prettyyyy..
yes, i was intrigued on my walk today. i only really went on a walk because i had a disaster of a meal with my moms friends who are, tbh, fairly arrogant, and my grandypops and my mom. i mean my grandad's lovely, but i just wasn't in the mood for the know it all polava today, especially seeing as i only went to bed at 3am and had to try and get up at 11. then i didn't know what the eff i was supposed to wear. ARGH !
the only word that can fully describe today, is disaster. unmitigated disaster.
i mean i could deal with the horrendus meal. but then, after attempting yoga which was actually pretty amusing and kinda calming.. i liiiiike it (': Joshua decided to send me a text telling me that we're actually NOT going to meet in august. i mean, AS IF ?!
and it's all because of his bloody girlfriend. i mean i feel bad for calling her a bloody girlfriend, but it's so utterly effing pathetic. basically she thinks he's going to like me, simply because he did over a bloody YEAR ago. dear God. give me strength. i'm seriously not that likeable, what does she think i'm going to do for effs sake ?! bewitch him ?!
if only i had magic powers..
so yeah, i'm a tad miffed to say the least. plus my arms are still aching like billio from yesterday and i'm severely doubting the standard of JCC's 6th form. arghh. not good. i wanted to stay rediculously happy...
and i want a hug ): a frigging big'n.
i want someone to cheer me up. or at least try. gah. i'm so needy. i need a therapist. no. actually. i just need to do more yoga. and for some unknown reason i keep putting full stops. i'm annoying myself. i'm begining to read this like a telegram. the things you used to get about a million years ago.
GAHH !!!!!!!
ohhhhh darn. hmm, The Stone Roses. old but ever so gooood (': i can't even remember who sent me a song that got me hooked on them.. i need to thank them. ohh well.
haaaa, i've just realised something, today has been the only day when i've actually remembered to clean my piercing as much as i should. i tend to forget or say to myself i'll do it later, then never do because i either forget, or plain can't be bothered. usually because i remember at about 2am and i don't have the energy to be frankkkk..
hmm, i'm going to try and cheer myself up by OHHHMMMMMMing very loudly and annoyingly while blasting out a mix of Royworld, Metro Station, Hinder, Hoobastank and Paramoreee.. roll on monday ehhh ?
latersss
x
just though i'd recite a bit of Linkin Park for you all (': i was watching the flight of a flutterby when the song came reverberating through my ear drums and pounding into my head. wouldn't it be nice to live as a butterfly for just one day.. ? they look so delicate and prettyyyy..
yes, i was intrigued on my walk today. i only really went on a walk because i had a disaster of a meal with my moms friends who are, tbh, fairly arrogant, and my grandypops and my mom. i mean my grandad's lovely, but i just wasn't in the mood for the know it all polava today, especially seeing as i only went to bed at 3am and had to try and get up at 11. then i didn't know what the eff i was supposed to wear. ARGH !
the only word that can fully describe today, is disaster. unmitigated disaster.
i mean i could deal with the horrendus meal. but then, after attempting yoga which was actually pretty amusing and kinda calming.. i liiiiike it (': Joshua decided to send me a text telling me that we're actually NOT going to meet in august. i mean, AS IF ?!
and it's all because of his bloody girlfriend. i mean i feel bad for calling her a bloody girlfriend, but it's so utterly effing pathetic. basically she thinks he's going to like me, simply because he did over a bloody YEAR ago. dear God. give me strength. i'm seriously not that likeable, what does she think i'm going to do for effs sake ?! bewitch him ?!
if only i had magic powers..
so yeah, i'm a tad miffed to say the least. plus my arms are still aching like billio from yesterday and i'm severely doubting the standard of JCC's 6th form. arghh. not good. i wanted to stay rediculously happy...
and i want a hug ): a frigging big'n.
i want someone to cheer me up. or at least try. gah. i'm so needy. i need a therapist. no. actually. i just need to do more yoga. and for some unknown reason i keep putting full stops. i'm annoying myself. i'm begining to read this like a telegram. the things you used to get about a million years ago.
GAHH !!!!!!!
ohhhhh darn. hmm, The Stone Roses. old but ever so gooood (': i can't even remember who sent me a song that got me hooked on them.. i need to thank them. ohh well.
haaaa, i've just realised something, today has been the only day when i've actually remembered to clean my piercing as much as i should. i tend to forget or say to myself i'll do it later, then never do because i either forget, or plain can't be bothered. usually because i remember at about 2am and i don't have the energy to be frankkkk..
hmm, i'm going to try and cheer myself up by OHHHMMMMMMing very loudly and annoyingly while blasting out a mix of Royworld, Metro Station, Hinder, Hoobastank and Paramoreee.. roll on monday ehhh ?
latersss
x
what is this feeling.. ?
so sudden and new. can it be true ? i'm happy.. i'm actually happy. for the first time in so so long i'm happy !! (': i mean i'm not completely happy, there are a few things in life that have to be sorted. but i'm happy !!! i'm happy. wow. is it bad that it feels like a brand new emotion ?! oh god !
yeah. i'm happy (':
in fact, i'm feeling rather mellow.. which is happy. meh. i like the word ^.^ i have plans to go out this weeeeek and i'm hoping Cameron's a happy fellow (:
i've found that i'm getting closer to moving on from Sebastian. which at the same time as being a relief is rather odd. it's twisted and complicated. i like talking to him as a friend. if he was nearer and everything, maybe things would be different.. you can't change the impossible though. maybe it's something i've come to accept (:
damn. this post is neither ranty, funny, hyperactive, witty, amusing, depressing, or uber excitable. bugger it. i'm feeling mellow and deep. leave me alone. i can't be amusing all the time. i'd go mad ! that's not a hint to point out i'm already am btw.. i am well aware of my mental state -.-
whoa my hair's a mess xD i should so go out with my mom, grandypops and moms besties like this for the meal tomorrow. mmm, hot waiters anyone ?
woops. shouldn't have done that. my sneezes are well renowned for being rediculously loud and extravagent. in my mock stats exam, i sneezed so loudly my paper almost blew off the table if i hadn't of catched it (': so yeah, sneezing at 02:45 with my mom asleep in the next room and when i'm supposed to be asleep, not blogging like a thing possessed isn't the wisest move.
gah.
sod itt ehhh (':
cold coffee. bleh. just not the same ): mmm.. yoga. OHHHMMMM. i am actually starting it by the wayy, it's not some kind of sham. i am adament that i shall start parading round with my bottom in the air and my feet stuck to the back of my knees. yes. i shall look hot. when i hobble into a resataraunt and all i can say is "i do yoga." haaaa. i wanna try that now.
hmm, Joshuananaaaaaa has left me and gone to sleepy boos. in fact he left me ages ago.
i miss the tart )':
nightnight i thinkk, sleepy boos call (':
x
yeah. i'm happy (':
in fact, i'm feeling rather mellow.. which is happy. meh. i like the word ^.^ i have plans to go out this weeeeek and i'm hoping Cameron's a happy fellow (:
i've found that i'm getting closer to moving on from Sebastian. which at the same time as being a relief is rather odd. it's twisted and complicated. i like talking to him as a friend. if he was nearer and everything, maybe things would be different.. you can't change the impossible though. maybe it's something i've come to accept (:
damn. this post is neither ranty, funny, hyperactive, witty, amusing, depressing, or uber excitable. bugger it. i'm feeling mellow and deep. leave me alone. i can't be amusing all the time. i'd go mad ! that's not a hint to point out i'm already am btw.. i am well aware of my mental state -.-
whoa my hair's a mess xD i should so go out with my mom, grandypops and moms besties like this for the meal tomorrow. mmm, hot waiters anyone ?
woops. shouldn't have done that. my sneezes are well renowned for being rediculously loud and extravagent. in my mock stats exam, i sneezed so loudly my paper almost blew off the table if i hadn't of catched it (': so yeah, sneezing at 02:45 with my mom asleep in the next room and when i'm supposed to be asleep, not blogging like a thing possessed isn't the wisest move.
gah.
sod itt ehhh (':
cold coffee. bleh. just not the same ): mmm.. yoga. OHHHMMMM. i am actually starting it by the wayy, it's not some kind of sham. i am adament that i shall start parading round with my bottom in the air and my feet stuck to the back of my knees. yes. i shall look hot. when i hobble into a resataraunt and all i can say is "i do yoga." haaaa. i wanna try that now.
hmm, Joshuananaaaaaa has left me and gone to sleepy boos. in fact he left me ages ago.
i miss the tart )':
nightnight i thinkk, sleepy boos call (':
x
Thursday 30 July 2009
bugger it.
i'm not feeling malicious or unkind or stressed or stroppy. i'm just care free. why should i care what people think of me. THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND YOU TWIT.
mm, flash back to psychoville and mister lomax.. poor guy.. he's blind and likes fiddling with beany toys.
hahaaaa. i called myself a tiwit when i wrote that ^.^ oh god. easy amusement. who knew i could be so daft. typical response.. "your mom." correct actually.. myself and my darling mother have established that we are in fact the family of freaks. as my family is actually pretty much just me and my mom. it's nice actually. i always thought that having your parents split up would be a really upsetting process, primarily because your kinda stuck in the middle. but actually i never had that problem.
okay, so maybe that sounds bad. i didn't care that my parents marriage had failed. it's not really like that. it's the fact that my father was a vindictive twat whose hobbys included shouting at me for no reason, hitting me, and called me an ungrateful bitch.
oh who doesn't love home truths ?!
so yeah. now he lives next door and my brother still lurveessss him. but all my dads side of the family hate me. especially his sister. just because i learnt from a young age that sarcasm is a beautiful thing and that just because i had more wit, it was no reason to be evil to me. having said that his family hates me, his older brother is rather awesome and still sends me the odd bit of money for christmas (: he's about the only reasonable person to come from that gene bank.
gah !
ranting baby (':
i feel like a free woman. once again. i feel like stripping down and running manically up and down my road. in the dark. and the rain. and it's a main road. hmm. would be funny. if there was photographic evidence i would cry. with laughter.
but in realistic terms i don't think i'd have the nerve unfortunately.. maybe when i'm older, wiser, at university, and look hot. that sounds like a plan (':
hmm.. first time i'm going to be ashamed to say this in a blog.. but brb..
7 minutes laterrr..
and i'm alive :D and back. with a wonderfully cleaan fringe ^.^ and my ear kinda hurts, i clamped it a tad too hard with the lotion stuff to make sure it doesn't go majorly gammy and kill me. i wouldn't really appreciate it tbh. and oooo, ROYWORLD xD *dances on bed in jammies*
i have an urge to watch tonights Psychoville. i mean i actually watched it on TV for once, opposed to my addiction to it on bbc iplayer. but i just want to watch it again. it ended rather obscurely. everything seems to make clowns out to be evil actually. if you've seen Psychoville you know what happens with the clowns. then in IT the IT looked like a clown.. so discriminating !
but very good.. (':
and i have to say thank yoouuuu to Cameron McD-B for uploading a load of photos onto my blogs because my internet's being a twat with PMT. and he just loves me so i can reward the adorable nerd with promises of hugs ^.^
hugs are 'maazinnngg (':
hmm, hellooo psychoville <3 so utterly disturbing you are, yet so good. my mother looked at me in horror as she sat watching the last episode with me earlier. teeheeee. poor woman, i feel rather mean. i will make her happy by promising to clean the house some day, tottering round, armed with a vacuum and a duster and my beloved ipod :D
HINDER (':
x
mm, flash back to psychoville and mister lomax.. poor guy.. he's blind and likes fiddling with beany toys.
hahaaaa. i called myself a tiwit when i wrote that ^.^ oh god. easy amusement. who knew i could be so daft. typical response.. "your mom." correct actually.. myself and my darling mother have established that we are in fact the family of freaks. as my family is actually pretty much just me and my mom. it's nice actually. i always thought that having your parents split up would be a really upsetting process, primarily because your kinda stuck in the middle. but actually i never had that problem.
okay, so maybe that sounds bad. i didn't care that my parents marriage had failed. it's not really like that. it's the fact that my father was a vindictive twat whose hobbys included shouting at me for no reason, hitting me, and called me an ungrateful bitch.
oh who doesn't love home truths ?!
so yeah. now he lives next door and my brother still lurveessss him. but all my dads side of the family hate me. especially his sister. just because i learnt from a young age that sarcasm is a beautiful thing and that just because i had more wit, it was no reason to be evil to me. having said that his family hates me, his older brother is rather awesome and still sends me the odd bit of money for christmas (: he's about the only reasonable person to come from that gene bank.
gah !
ranting baby (':
i feel like a free woman. once again. i feel like stripping down and running manically up and down my road. in the dark. and the rain. and it's a main road. hmm. would be funny. if there was photographic evidence i would cry. with laughter.
but in realistic terms i don't think i'd have the nerve unfortunately.. maybe when i'm older, wiser, at university, and look hot. that sounds like a plan (':
hmm.. first time i'm going to be ashamed to say this in a blog.. but brb..
7 minutes laterrr..
and i'm alive :D and back. with a wonderfully cleaan fringe ^.^ and my ear kinda hurts, i clamped it a tad too hard with the lotion stuff to make sure it doesn't go majorly gammy and kill me. i wouldn't really appreciate it tbh. and oooo, ROYWORLD xD *dances on bed in jammies*
i have an urge to watch tonights Psychoville. i mean i actually watched it on TV for once, opposed to my addiction to it on bbc iplayer. but i just want to watch it again. it ended rather obscurely. everything seems to make clowns out to be evil actually. if you've seen Psychoville you know what happens with the clowns. then in IT the IT looked like a clown.. so discriminating !
but very good.. (':
and i have to say thank yoouuuu to Cameron McD-B for uploading a load of photos onto my blogs because my internet's being a twat with PMT. and he just loves me so i can reward the adorable nerd with promises of hugs ^.^
hugs are 'maazinnngg (':
hmm, hellooo psychoville <3 so utterly disturbing you are, yet so good. my mother looked at me in horror as she sat watching the last episode with me earlier. teeheeee. poor woman, i feel rather mean. i will make her happy by promising to clean the house some day, tottering round, armed with a vacuum and a duster and my beloved ipod :D
HINDER (':
x
Wednesday 29 July 2009
oh damn..
just realised it was a really bad idea to keep this song on.. Akon - Beautiful. i mean i really like the song, okay so it's not by the greatest artist i know of and it's stupidly popular, but bleh. but basically it reminds me of having Sebastian on my bed cuddling me.. makes me feel a tad.. lonely. and reminisant )':
i really need to pull myself together over the whole Sebastian malarky tbh. i know 'tis tiresome and repeatative and utterly pathetic but i can't help myself.. i need to accept that i'm over emotional, over sensitive, and generally an idiot for trying to claw back the past. fool Rozz. bloody fool. now get over yourself. and him, and whatever else you feel like really.
GAH !
to be honest i was actually kinda dreading today.. it was planned that i was going to see Nic.. god only knows why really, maybe i'm desperate. although after my half mental, half blog post pep chat yesterday, i don't think i am. especially as i'd decided that i didn't actually want to see him, so was praying that he'd decide not to come or by some miracle, he'd got amnesia and forgotten i actually existed. i mean i guess he's an alright type of bloke in general, but i don't think i particuarly enjoy his company.
and yes, i know i'm an idiot. but, thank the lord, i think he was feeling merciful this morning actually, i decided to tell him not to bother coming over because i wasn't really in the mood for company, and it was raining. alot.
in fact it meant i could bumble off to asda to get the coco rocks for tomorrow when i allow daisy to suffer mild cardiac arrest as she witnesses my tidy and clean room. trust me, she WILL have a heart attack when she sees it. so yes. she gets that bundle of joy and i get to rape her with my education of Psychoville. i lovee the programme, although granted, it's completely twisted and obscure, it is actually fairly good i reckon (:
back to my point, i ambled to asda which is about a 45 minute walk from my house, and i mission walk there. it was absolutely sheeting down all the way there, AND all the way back. i was rather cheerful on the way and most the way back. but then i got annoyed at being utterly wet through and my shoes were rubbing and the box of coco rocks was all damp and begining to fall apart. almost. i somehow saved it. and i got all mopey because i was aware i looked like a drowned tramp and then my mind wandered to.. yeah, been to the depressing bit at the top. don't really wanna go back there.
then i decided to have a bottle of pear cider seeing as i haven't consumed any for ages, and then mom had a go at me for it. i'm 16 for god's sake ! and i've never abused alcohol.. my mother has such little faith in me. gah. then google frickin' accounts had a strop at me >.<
arghhhhhh. i think that's enough ranting for now, i hardly want to spread negativity. not good really. and anyway, metro station's playing. 'tis sex to my ears. and i mean good sex, like very very good sex. i need to stop talking about sex. ARGH !! shut up Rozz ):
tooodlessss
x
i really need to pull myself together over the whole Sebastian malarky tbh. i know 'tis tiresome and repeatative and utterly pathetic but i can't help myself.. i need to accept that i'm over emotional, over sensitive, and generally an idiot for trying to claw back the past. fool Rozz. bloody fool. now get over yourself. and him, and whatever else you feel like really.
GAH !
to be honest i was actually kinda dreading today.. it was planned that i was going to see Nic.. god only knows why really, maybe i'm desperate. although after my half mental, half blog post pep chat yesterday, i don't think i am. especially as i'd decided that i didn't actually want to see him, so was praying that he'd decide not to come or by some miracle, he'd got amnesia and forgotten i actually existed. i mean i guess he's an alright type of bloke in general, but i don't think i particuarly enjoy his company.
and yes, i know i'm an idiot. but, thank the lord, i think he was feeling merciful this morning actually, i decided to tell him not to bother coming over because i wasn't really in the mood for company, and it was raining. alot.
in fact it meant i could bumble off to asda to get the coco rocks for tomorrow when i allow daisy to suffer mild cardiac arrest as she witnesses my tidy and clean room. trust me, she WILL have a heart attack when she sees it. so yes. she gets that bundle of joy and i get to rape her with my education of Psychoville. i lovee the programme, although granted, it's completely twisted and obscure, it is actually fairly good i reckon (:
back to my point, i ambled to asda which is about a 45 minute walk from my house, and i mission walk there. it was absolutely sheeting down all the way there, AND all the way back. i was rather cheerful on the way and most the way back. but then i got annoyed at being utterly wet through and my shoes were rubbing and the box of coco rocks was all damp and begining to fall apart. almost. i somehow saved it. and i got all mopey because i was aware i looked like a drowned tramp and then my mind wandered to.. yeah, been to the depressing bit at the top. don't really wanna go back there.
then i decided to have a bottle of pear cider seeing as i haven't consumed any for ages, and then mom had a go at me for it. i'm 16 for god's sake ! and i've never abused alcohol.. my mother has such little faith in me. gah. then google frickin' accounts had a strop at me >.<
arghhhhhh. i think that's enough ranting for now, i hardly want to spread negativity. not good really. and anyway, metro station's playing. 'tis sex to my ears. and i mean good sex, like very very good sex. i need to stop talking about sex. ARGH !! shut up Rozz ):
tooodlessss
x
just a quickie..
hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa at the title (': ohh, i'm so easily amused ^.^
just to let you bloggers know.. one part of my fringe has turned into a uber adorable little curl and i find it really sweet and now i look and feel marginally cute opposed to the time when i got scribbled on when i knocked myself unconscious round Daisy's once, and her and her lesbo decided to draw all over me..
thanks alot you guys -.-
they're SUPPOSED to be my "friends." gah.
not bloody likely.. i woke up and thought i was a man :|
i have photographic evidence..
teeheeee, t'was amusing though, if not slightly frightening..
and i just read one of Rhian's blog and i feel quite touched ^.^
she mentioned mee ! MEE !! and my brain child of a blog.. the brothel one ^.^
i feel a tear of proud joy slipping from my eye...
ahh (':
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