Slightly Whimsical.

'One Hundred Thank- yous' - le'LOVE Blogging Event.

2012-03-09T09:52:00.004Z

Samantha over at le'LOVE is conducting a blogger event to celebrate her hundredth post, and I am participating, because blogger events are awesomely fun/ give me something to write. And keep in with the number one hundred, the theme is 'One Hundred Thank- yous'. Now this theme is rather vague so I reckon that I could write about a lot of different things.

I pondered for a while before writing this, what my post would be about. Perhaps I could acknowledge my follower, or collect one hundred random people quotes on what they're thankful for, both of these are epic however I don't have enough followers, and for the latter, unfortunately I haven't enough time on my hands.

Thus I decided to write simply what I'm thankful for, not from a specific person or entity and not in order;

I'm grateful to my mum as she's wise and amazing. She carries on optimistically, even though she has a lot to deal with.
I'm grateful just to be alive. Life can be pretty difficult but it can also be totally brilliant.
I'm grateful to have food to eat and somewhere to live, because I know that many people do not, and I know what it is like to not be wealthy in monetary terms.
I'm grateful that I have books and I'm a good writer, as I think that not enough people understand the sheer joy or despair a story or poem can incite in you, and the passion you experience when writing.
I'm grateful that I have an education, because having knowledge means you have power.
I'm really thankful for all of the people who actually care about me and love me despite knowing me quite well, or perhaps sometimes not knowing me at all.
For my health.
For not living in a country that has obligatory military service.
For being brought up with an open mind.
For those who attempt to make a positive difference in the world.
I'm grateful to the people I care about being alive.
To all the people who have helped me.
For the inevitability of death, even though I'm frightened of it. It can be really sad, but it gives life more meaning.
For other people in the blogophere, for inspiring me and making me laugh.
That my family seem to recover from any tragedy thrown in their way.
To have a constant supply of clean, running water.
For having free thought, and occasionally free speech.
I'm grateful just for being me, although sometimes this can seem like a really bad thing.
For all of those people who go through their days and cheer people up, for example an easy smile in the street, or a gift from somebody you don't know.
Technology
For living in this era, even though previous era's seem like they'd be great to live in, I wouldn't want to get cholera or worry about getting executed for coughing or something like that.
That I know that I can learn from my mistakes, and that the past doesn't define me.
That I can walk, and therefore dance.
That I can hear music, or see amazing things, like beaches.
I'm grateful that I waited before dating at twelve because everyone else did. And that my relationship is truly meaningful, and that Tom is so fantastic.
That I can be happy with my own company.
For the strength I have gathered through the years to help me tackle genuinely awful situations.
For the good people on this earth.
Knowing that I need to make the most of what I've, and to look for my own opportunities.
For forgiveness.
Knowing that I shouldn't feel the weight of the world on my shoulders and that it causes unnecessary stress and worrying, even at times it seems like everything is going wrong.
That I can see the beauty in things.
To myself, for finally accepting change and that the world isn't always out to get me
For the appreciation of others
That I know I can help make a difference to people and their lives
I'm thankful for even those who have doubted me, as although it sometimes make me feel like crap, it also makes me more determined to succeed
That I don't have to worry about other people's definitions of success anymore. To succeed is to be happy.
Inexpensive holidays, because even those can be good if you let them
Love and other emotions
Weather. The sun is incredible, and even rain can be awesome - it washes things away and makes a really lush sound
Animals and the natural world
Bustling cities full of diversity, like Bristol (UK)
Good conversation
The occasional lazy day, and the chance to slow down
Sex
Sleep
New days
Stars
Hot Chocolate, coffee and tea
Brilliant media that manage to defy the mainstream in so many creative ways
Being a bit geeky
Receiving gifts and giving them too
Having the ability to laugh
Painkillers. Because my head hurts right now.
Bethesda, because they make truly brilliant games. And also Rayman and Crash Bandicoot, just because.
The availability of entertainment, so I don't have to be bored.
Earphones, so no one has to listen to one another's music if they don't want to. And also for blocking out the world.
Small change that eventually amounts to something larger.
Static electricity. For fun times. Also electricity in general.
The invention of bouncy castles.
Memory sticks, for their endless usefulness in desperate situations when you've got that deadline but the work can't be emailed or printed.
Bathrooms
My body - it's the only place I have to live.
I'm thankful for imagination.
Farming. Preferably organic.
Clouds. And the random shapes you can infer from them "Oh gosh! It's a dinosaur! In the sky! In fluffy form!"
For the air that we breathe. Especially when it is unpolluted.
Teddy bears when you were younger, for fending off your fears.
Glitter. Because it's really pretty and hangs around for ages making everything else glittery.
I'm grateful for independent shops that aren't part of conglomerates - you can get such unique things! Re - Psycho's on Gloucester Road in Bristol is one of my favourites as it has loads of vintage clothing.
I'm happy to know that I'm allowed to still be really needy and immature sometimes because I've not grown up yet. And that I'm able to hide this if I wanted to.
To the Suffragettes for kicking things off.
Colours
Fingers - without them it would be difficult to do things.
Animal Conservation groups
Amnesty International
Powerful people who do good.
'Normal' people, who aren't celebs, yet go through terrible things and still pull through.
I'm thankful that I have motivation. I didn't used to, which made things really crap
For councillors and psychiatrists and stuff. I don't get how they hear all of that horrible stuff from people and not feel like the weight of the world is on their shoulders. Or at least don't show it. Actually, I wonder if they get more inspired to help people... I don't know.
For all of this stuff above times two.
I'm thankful that I learnt to ride a bike, because that was pretty fun.
For the 'find on this page' function because it helps me to know if I'm just repeating myself. It's also useful for researching a specific thing.
Alarm clocks.
News that isn't regulated by the government, and tell the whole story.
Youtube
Walkthroughs for when I get stuck in games. Seriously, if you do the Cinaha mine quest in Skyrim - DON'T MINE THE ORE. Because I did, and now I can't go Marakath ever again because when I get arrested I can't serve my time and so I'm stuck there indefinitely. Trying to kill the guards doesn't help.
Wide open spaces that haven't yet been turned into office blocks or landfill sites.
I'm thankful that I found out that bio fuels are a scourge of our world and shouldn't be used. Ever.
For Lush cosmetics and their lovely, friendly staff. For good customer service in general.
For people who are polite and considerate and don't bump into you even though they're giants in comparison to your own height.
I'm grateful for other people who hate the same things that I do. Like reality T.V or manufactured boy bands.
I'm grateful that books aren't regulated and have age ratings on them.
I'm grateful for receiving birthday presents, even if they're small, because I don't really mind that much.
I'm thankful for this blogging event, because otherwise I would find it difficult to say that I'm grateful for all of this stuff. Also because it made me realise a few things.
Trees.
For having a few family members that are around.
To one of my best friends for greatly helping me to improve my confidence.
That this list is almost over, because I'm running out of things.
That I can be thankful for stuff.

So there you go. One hundred things. Phew.

P.S - I just read a post by Joe The Peacock and yes, I know that you think I'm a douche for writing this. I think you're great to be honest, but fuck off on this particular occasion.

International Women's Day

2012-03-08T13:20:00.006Z

We've come a long way, baby.

Today is international women's day, the theme - connection and inspiration for the future. Everybody knows what feminism is, yet some girls are still posting slutty pictures of themselves online or developing eating disorders. Or a miriad of other things. This might be down to low confidence, misinformation... who knows? It's also to do with subjective experience and therefore we can't generalise it to just one thing, like the media or patriachy. We can't just wholly blame men either, for an easy answer.

All we know is we need equality and we need support for those who simply don't have any self - belief, or are forced into things that they don't want to do... for example, many young women have resorted to prostitution and stripping in order to pay for university fees. Do you really think that this is right?

We're bombarded with these images of 'a perfect woman' or have to put up with jokes about living in the kitchen, or whatever. But you have to rise above this, perhaps change it. You need to empower yourself, you need to create yourself. People should address these important issues. Properly. There should be change. But chances are, there won't be any chages, people won't address these issues (although it doesn't mean they shouldn't). So do what you need, take what you want, for yourself. And for others too, if you can.

Don't pay attention to the wolf whistling or look at the media and think you have to BE a certian way to be successful. Look at all of those powerful people out there -

Marylin Monroe, Alice Walker, Angela Carter, Cerrie Burnell, Juliana Rotich, Arlene Blum, Venus Williams, Annie Lennox, Hawa Abdi, Aung San Suu Kyi, Margeret Thatcher, Princess Diana, Jayshree Satpute, Carol Bartz, Cindy Sherman, Stella McCartney, Anne Frank, Margret Chan! And those are just some famous examples. There are thousands of women and girls who go through horrible things everyday and still have the power to pull through, and I'm speaking from experience.

If you don't know any of these women I urge you to research them, learn from them. Look at yourself and create your own happiness, change the world, be your own person. You HAVE the CHOICE.

Another exmple -Audrey Hepburn.
Yes, a talented
performer and a style icon.

But also a human rights campainer.

And boys? Again, there are hundreds of amazing men out there - Nick Vujicic and Stephen Hawking are just two who spring to mind right now.

So my message to all of those females out there who are in a bad place; you. are. brilliant.

The Girl. The Boy. And The Laptop Problem.

2012-03-04T21:40:00.000Z

So Tom and I are sat here side by side, laptops on laps, and I lean over slightly for a kiss. And my laptop decides it wants in, so it slides sideways as I lean and hits Tom's laptop.

So its all a bit awkward, really.

Anyway he does this whole tutorial demonstration thingy on how to lean the top part of your body and not your legs.

Anyways, after a while of looking at Harry Potter related things/ anime/ games. Tom decides to lean in this time, and makes a point of demonstrating that his laptop isn't leaning with him. Anyway, we both imagine that without his training on how to make your laptop remain stationary it would look a little like this;

So be careful with your technology + leaning method.

And I know what you're thinking now - 'daufuq did I just read?' right? Well maybe. Anyway it's late so whatever.

OMG THEY FIXED THE POSTING PROBLEM, NOW I CAN POST WHAT I WANTED TO DAYS AGO. I'M SO EXCITED.

2012-02-28T10:13:00.001Z

As you can guess, I was unable to post for a few days, but now I can. Yay. Also feel free to assume I'm shouting at you, because I might be, but not in an agressive or hostile way.

I'm going to share with you several things which you may or may not like depending on who you are but feel loved because it's all for you baby. Even if you don't want it. Annndd that sounds creepy. Oops.

Firstly I am going to give you a recipe.

In Japan there are three kinds of noodles; ramen, soba and udon. Udon noodles are thick, white, chewy yet smooth and are made using wheat flour and salted water. You can find them in most oriental supermarkets, and you will usually find them fresh, dried or frozen, but fresh is the best because you can just chuck them into the pan and they'll cook quickly. But don't overcook them. Also don't buy the ones with flavoring packets because the udon quality will be compromised. This dish is quite common but really awesome.

Ingredients for Yaki Udon.

Sesame Oil (for the frying)
An onion, chopped up somehow
A bell pepper, sliced
Cabbage also chopped
Carrot thinly sliced
Small strips of dried seaweed
Udon noodles
Tofu/ Shrimp/ Pork/ Chicken is optional
Rice wine
Bean Sprouts
Shitake Mushrooms, sliced
A little bit of Ginger (not too much or it'll buuurrrrnnn)
Black pepper

Method

Heat up a wok or frying pan with the sesame oil
Throw in the mushrooms, cabbage, carrot, bell pepper, bean sprouts, ginger and onion
Fry until somewhat cooked
Add in black pepper and optional protein
Chuck the noodles in and fry in with the other stuff
Add rice wine
Continue frying until everything is cooked
Put in a bowl, place seaweed over the top for garnish and enjoy!

UDON IS AWESOME. This isn't my image by the way.

The next thing I have to share with you is some music. At the moment I'm loving Goyote, Florence and the Machine and Biffy Clyro, so go check them out. Hope you enjoyed this post guys.

The snow! The snow is coming!

2012-02-03T10:04:00.002Z

Forgive me for acting so immature but - SNNNOOOOWWWWW! At the weekend... Hopefully. Unlike Megan, I love the snow. I love too look at it, to play around it it. Snow is awesome. Well, at least when I don't turn into an ice cube.

That's probably the worst part about snow. Except maybe the food shortage in Ukraine at the moment...

On another note, I went to IKEA the other day with my mum (yay) and I really like the idea of moving into my own place with Tom in the near future. It would be really great you know? Choosing the decor, having parties, getting privacy, that kind of thing.

The reason I was off of school on Monday was not just to go to IKEA and the oriental supermarket, but to start getting - DUN DUN DUN - my braces. My mouth hurts all the time and I haven't even got them yet. But I was thinking, there's a psychological theory which states that if you associate a bad experience with something, then you'll omit a certain behaviour, however, I am associating pain with eating, so I ought to not be eating at all. But I still do. Weird.

Busy Week!!

2012-01-20T09:59:00.000Z

I apologise for not frequenting this blog recently with my wit, talent and beauty (sarcasm hand) but I've been super. I've had exams and birthdays and coursework. And I come today, to present you with a photo of me...

...As a leopard! Enjoy thinking of plausible reasons for this!

So I guess the big topic recently is SOPA and PIPA. I think they should go away. Also, I like stuff.

"Saint" Jerome was a jerk!

2012-01-12T12:32:00.002Z

So recently I've been studying Chaucer's The Wife of Bath in school, and I've had to look at some contextual stuff because that's what smarties do, right?

~~Especially when they don't understand what the heck is going on.~~

Anyway, I was reading this essay just now and had to express my passionate hatred of Saint Jerome. He single handedly created anti-feminism...well pretty much, he wasn't that original, but he just made all of that crap more popular. His writings are so callous and evil! Grr.

Misogynists suck (maybe literally)

He basically translated the Bible so it could be more widely read, except he decided to expand on certain points within it, for example in Genesis 39, Joseph is being seduced by Potiphar's wife right? The original Hebrew text narrates the story in this great non - judgemental way. The woman says "Lie with me" and then it says "He refused." But then Jerome the Jerk came along and changed it to "By no means agreeing to this wicked deed." And it gets so much worse.

Jerome had this group of matrons from Rome in his entourage and he liked one named Paula the best because she ABANDONED HER CHILDREN. I mean SERIOUSLY DUDE? He also wrote this "erotic" (by which I mean perverted and slightly paedophile-y) letter to this teenage girl, warning her of the sins of sexuality and saying that she was God's wife. Of course this lead to lots of prejudice and discrimination in the future, all because he had a bad childhood. Everyone experiences hardships, not everyone becomes a (supposedly) woman hating jerk.

This is one of the reasons I'm not very religious. Or at least, not Christian.

What I find absolutely hilarious and very awesome is that The Wife in Wife of Bath did exactly what Jerome did (choosing quotes according to what he wanted for his argument) except to support multiple marriages (which Jerome condemned) and to ignore the "perfection" or virginity. It's all very controversial stuff. Take that jerk!

Sorry, I just had to vent... No offence to people who like Jerome, Religion or Christianity, I don't hate you, - it's your choice after all. In fact Tom (most amazing guy in the world) is his own sort of Christian, and a meat eater, and I'm totally cool with both of those things. I'm pro choice, that means that I don't care if you choose to hate this post, and I won't try to push my opinions onto you, because that would be pretty hypocritical.

In other news, the weather is getting better and sunnier - yay summer :D

Finders Keepers

2012-01-11T11:05:00.000Z

Well, I follow a bunch of artsy blogs, and they were talking about this website thing called pintrest... anyways, look at the awesome things I found on there.

Santa Strawberries!!

I actually love impractical clothes like this, so beautiful

How yummy does that thing look?! I think I might make it on
valentines day...

This is totally amazing but also really simple. Basically, you
flick glow paint on the inside of a jar :D

Wouldn't it be great if the moss were actually pink?

This one is easily a favorite, I love books, and I love stairs?
Well, stairs are great - they get you up high.

Happy New Years Wishes

2012-01-10T10:40:00.000Z

So… happy new year I guess! Sorry I've been away for so long, I've been pretty busy with Christmas and school work and stuff so I haven't been able to get near a computer for long enough to blog something. My new years resolutions are pretty generic, you know, the same old excersise every day, be kinder, get good grades et cetera. One thing that isn't so generic however is that I've decided to try and cycle from London to Paris.

Yeah… I know. I don't have a fully working bike and I've never cycled more than 5 miles. And this is going to be 230 miles... I GET IT. So I'm probably screwed…but it's okay, it's not a resolution, it's just something I'm planning to do… unless an exam gets in the way. I just think it would be good on my CV and pretty…Awesome! I want to see Paris! At least a little bit of it anyway. It's gonna take a lot of work… I don't even live in London.

What do you think of my slightly whimsical absolutely mental plan for this summer?

Final Day of BlogFestivus!

2011-12-12T12:22:00.000Z

Yes, I know I missed out yesterday's post. I didn't have access to a computer or... something. I also forgot. Sorry about that. Today is the final day of BlogFestivus and as I missed yesterday's post it'll be a DOUBLE WHAMMY! Yay. ~~What is a whammy?~~

"On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers Piping
Ten lords a- leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a -milking
Seven swans a- swimming
Six geese a- laying
FIVE GOOOOLLLLLDDDD RIINNNGGGGSSSSS!
Four calling birds
Three french hens
Two turtle doves
Annnnddd a partridggeeee in a peeaaarrrr treeeeee!"

...Phew.

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The din of the drum's tattoo engraves a death march into my skull. The vocal pipes of the audience are exhausted from cheering too loudly. Do I give in, succumb to what they believe is fate? Or do I fight?

The latter seems preferable. After all, we follow a doctrine, not of the Apostles ‘Creed, but of our own. We will stand by it 'till death. My mind begins to twist around some kind of strategy, calm is the key however - Tasheeva taught me that. They think that they are sending me out as a warning to all others like me. The message won't work as they hope; it'll only make us stronger.

I have almost reached my execution tower. The vultures circle above it, but the eagles watch vigilantly from afar.

It is not my time to die.

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Yay! I completed something!

Blogfestivus Day Ten!

2011-12-10T13:33:00.000Z

"On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten lords a- leaping
Or something like that"

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Leoric slipped into the stony chamber, the dim lighting slightly illuminates his silvery skin. His nine followers bow in his presence. The hundred year old thrall brings him a goblet of blood.

"Thank you, I am glad to see you remain faithful worm" He said in dulcet tones. The others laughed cruelly.

"Is it not time, my lord?" Asked one of them excitedly. Jackson was always Leoric's favourite, so...childish, so much potential.

"Yes, yes it is" He replied, sinking down into his throne, purely made of the clothes of his victims and surrounded with jewels and riches. He waved his hand vaguely, signalling the beginning.

"First we have Marie Williams, she is a peasant girl or something" The girl hung limply, propped up by two thralls, her dark hair hung around her face, her skin dirty.

"She'll do."

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Blogfestivus! You CAN can-can!

2011-12-09T11:11:00.000Z

"On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine Ladies Dancing..
Et cetera"

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Madame Renette took a long draw from her cigarette as she watched her ladies do the can -can for the hundredth time.

"No no no. Do eet again" She cried "You do it all wrong! More energy, veet veet"

The ladies with huge frocks, with garters on their legs and feathers in their hair sighed as they got back into their formation. The upbeat music began to repeat so they strained their muscles and sweated every last drop of sweat until it was perfect. Perfect for the performance of a lifetime. There would be special visitors in Le Bar Rouge tonight and the finest gentlemen have the finest money.

Don’t get these women wrong however, they would never expose themselves too much, just enough to get the hearts of the males racing and to annoy the other unattractive or boring females, of course.

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Blogfestivus Day Eight maids a - milking... This could become a euphamism if you wanted it to xP

2011-12-08T11:40:00.000Z

"On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight maids a- milking
Seven Swans a- swimming
Six geese a- laying
FIVE GOLD RINGS!
Four calling birds
Three french hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree"

Why would you give people to your true love? Is it a form of slavery? Weird.

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Hot steam poured into my face. The brass pans banged together in a hideous tattoo.

"Gloria! Yon get ova' here!"

"Right ma!" I cried back with gusto. After placing the dead boar onto the counter for somebody else to treat, I rushed to the pantry.

"What ya do with the milk?" She asked, looking agitated "The mahsta wants it for him babby"

"Um... I don't.. I... I 'fink we used it for tha' puddin' yesterday" I replied, adopting her way of speaking. I’m not really her daughter you see… We maids treat each other as kin.

"Well go get some moa!" She cried.

I sighed with exasperation and headed out into the yard to find a cow or some other milk bearing beast. However there were already eight maids out there milking the animals, for me I guess ‘cause I’m the youngest. Odd though.

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Hmmm... 144 words isn't much.

Seven Magical Swans - Blogfestivus time!

2011-12-07T12:46:00.000Z

"On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree"

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The swans at this gargantuan high school flit past me, quacking at my appearance. Dishevelled, sodden ugly duckling, the new member of the flock present and standing by. I shuffle down the wide corridors, unblinkingly amazed at the French decor and the spotlighted art, spotlighted being a synonym for expensive or pretentious or beautiful. I smoothly open the heavy wooden door to my first class - music.

At first I try to walk like the swans, the girls who fit in so well at the school for the rich, but those strides back to shuffles, mere limps of strides. The teacher welcomes me with a cold smile and a wave to the direction of my seat. I stare at the floor all the way along the dark road of judgement to my chair. I realise that my partner is a princess. Oh joy.

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Sorry this is so lame.

In ways of apology;

BlogFestivus Day Six!! Geese? :S

2011-12-06T10:16:00.000Z

"On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six geese a laying
FIVE GOLD RINNGGSS
Four calling birds
Three french hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree"

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The bazaar buzzes as if a living organism, moving as one. Each and every person has a different task, there are buyers and sellers initially and then you create smaller categories - the shouters, the runners, the jostlers. The stalls are piled high with goods – opium, fabric, food -

The sun disappeared and the darkness closed in. People began to fall onto the ground, writhing with pain, until they began to burn and scream.

I rushed into one of the small buildings for some kind of sanctuary, then stopped dead in the most beautiful shop of all, brimming with hundreds of lanterns, trinkets, everything, anything.

And five geese laying golden eggs. Little did I know that when I would cram one into my gaping mouth a month later, in a barren wasteland, that I would gain the powers I needed to save the world.

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Weird right? I was kind of inspired by this German Market I went to last night in Bristol where they had like roasted nuts and stuff. It's getting Christmass..ier guys!

Blogfestivus - FIVE GOLD RINNGGGSS!

2011-12-05T12:12:00.000Z

Why is it that whenever I'm tired, I always have to say to myself - "suuurree watch Misfits and Father Ted until 12 pm - It's funny! Even though you had little sleep last night, you'll be fiinnee at school tomorrow!"

Oh why can't it ever be true?

"On the fitfh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
FIVE GOLD RINNGSSS!
Four calling birds,
three french hens,
two turtle doves,
and a partridge in a pear tree"

...A bit demanding isn't it?

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Under the spotlights and the display, my prizes glisten and wink at me. A magpie, a magpie searching for the ultimate bounty. Light gleamed across the lens of my night glasses as I look around in the dark room, watching out for the lasers and alarms - my truest foe. But I've come prepared for this. This will be my finest hour, and I will finally be able to buy what I'm longing for. Like a greedy ninja cat, I tip toe and dance aound the lazers with agility, I pick the locks like an expert, I place my plunder carefully in the ironic money sign sack. And I leave without a trace. My heart fills with glee and my hubris is shining. I wring my tiny, bony hands and slink off into the night.

I can finally feed myself.

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Almost at the halfway mark! :D

Ichi, ni, san, CHI - Four calling birds? Blogfestivus :)

2011-12-04T13:43:00.000Z

Hey. So today I'm going to be writing about how SOME ANNOYING 'BIRDS' kept Tom and I up all last night... but in a more dramatic way... And also how grateful I am for my tea and honey toast this morning.

"On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree"

... What is with all these birds?

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Snow drifted outside under the dim street lights.

Two beings tossed and turns under cover of the night.

There is only one question prevailing in our minds.

Where is the sleepy bandage that binds?

A bandage that works as an amulet of hope.

A bandage that allows the weary to cope.

It is early in the winters morn, very early indeed

To those calling birds, stop squawking we plead.

But there was no way the dreamers could dream

For their irritating chatters and songs hailed from the lofty beams

We tossed and turned until we could take no more

So pretty soon they heard a tap tap tapping on their door

The door creaked

The cold made us shiver

And we ask quite politely

That you come hither, whilst we whisper in your ears

"Shut the FUCK up."

And their squawking was no more.

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A shout out to Tom for helping me with this poem :D

Until next time guys.

BlogFestivus Day 3 - Trois Poulet Francais >:D

2011-12-03T12:31:00.000Z

Hi! My blogger account is playing up and keeps randomly signing me out so I'm gonna make this quick.

"On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree"

...What the hell do you do with hens? Practise french whilst taking their eggs? A qui qui, qui qui qui qui. NON.

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In the fog of dawn, a rooster cried out. Why can't it ever shut up? I think hazily, opening my citrine eyes. I stand up and ruffle my fiery feathers and I'm the only one left. The other two have been taken by foxes in the night, the kitsune. What? You thought I was French? I'm Japanese you bitch. My life is a lie. I remember when I was a chick, all small and cute. The world was perfect. But then I got separated from my mother, shipped off and given to a vegetarian! So luckily, I won't get eaten. But I'll never have children; never know the delight of watching them grow...

Wait? What's that noise? That cracking sound, a chirpy chirp? They missed an egg!

They left me an egg!

I will name her... Seiko. She will always be MY Seiko!

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Okay so a slightly weird and coffee fuled contribution today... Um, have a great weekend!

BlogFestivuis Day Duex; Turtle - Dove Hybrids

2011-12-02T13:36:00.000Z

Good afternoon...or morning or evening or whatever time it is, wherever YOU are! I'm having a pretty great day today and hopefully you are too. If not then let me cheer you up (sarcasm hand) by introducing my second blogfestivus post - *in a breathy, fake excitement voice* yayyy. Okay, that's enough excitement for me to keep up any longer. Oh, also I realised this morning as I was looking at all of the other awesome blogfestivus posts (participants at the bottom of this) that I'm only supposed to write 144 words because 12 x 12 = 144. So oops! I'm not going to re-edit my last post because there isn't a lot I can edit out.

Sorry about that. I'll adhere to this rule from now on. Rigggght NOW.

"On the second day of christmas, my true love gave to me

two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree"

... in a way, this repitition implies a re-gift. Boo"

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I must run, run far away where they cannot find me. It's so very impure. Please God don't let them find me. I need help.

"Must commit, must commit…"

I DO commit. I commit to thy Lord, my work. Our mission. It... it is THE most important thing. I swear on my dog collar that I put it first. Please don't punish me Lord, please don't punish, I didn't even think about it okay?

Need to stop. I gasp for air. Short. Sharp. Breath of life. Breath of nurture. Breath of love. No, no love. Not for me…

A priest in love – who’d of thought, huh? Who’d of thought…

I see them. They’re stalking me. I’m their prey. I will be the food of Satan. I scream so hard my lungs will burst.

The turtle doves descend on me. I let them.

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Don't forget to check out all of the other blogfestivus elves!

Blogdramedy (writing challenge instigator)
Fix it or Deal
Shouts from the Abyss Stevil
All My Answers
Tori Nelson
A Few Clowns Short
Grouchy Mom
Rewind Revise
The Original Bean
My life: a constant work in progress
Becoming Bitter
PamBamBam
Clan of the Cave Hair
Words that Rhyme with Purple
Mad Hatters
A Daft Scots Lass
Random Says
Susan Forte PR
Slightly Whimsical (that's me!)
Trail Blazer 1

No christmas spirit? BlogFestivus Time! With pringles. Lots of salty 'nom' pringles.

2011-12-01T13:07:00.000Z

Hey! Sorry I haven't been around for a while, I know how much it bugs me when my favourite blogs don't update very often. Not that I'm trying to be narcissistic or anything...

So, it's December, I have no money to buy prezzies, it's cold but there's no snow yet annd I finally watched Marley and Me last night and it was SAD. Legitimately. I almost cried.

He's so cute!

Anyway, to get in the Christmas spirit I will be doing BlogFestivus. Basically, you have to write 12 stories or posts over 12 days. 144 words based on the 12 days of Christmas song. As in FIVE GOLD RIINNNGGSS!

"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...a partridge in a pear tree"

... What the frag is a partridge?

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Snowflakes glittered iridescently before my nose; I crossed my eyes to look at them

and my vision became distorted, blurred. Huddling deeper into my jacket, I crave warmth and redemption but no redemption will come for me, the redemption is gone. The hope is gone. This desolate wasteland is my home, and a home for any other unlucky godforsaken thing still alive on this planet. I would laugh at my pessimism, but my face has frozen.

Long gone are the days when I had somebody around, before the apocalypse, before the drug abuse, before I changed my name, my hair. I fumble in my pocket for the last remnant of my former life and I pull out a tiny clockwork bird, a partridge - ambiguous but cool all the same. It was given to me on a date, oh... years ago, years ago today as it happens. It’s why I’m waiting.

We saw what was coming; we remembered what had happened last time. So we agreed. To meet at the same place every Christmas day, at the same time, in the same spot we'd had our date, no matter what. At a cafe. It’s pretty much just rubble now. But the pear tree beside it still remains.

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Happy Blogfestivus!

For an even better week

2011-11-17T12:10:00.000Z

Remember remember the 5th of November.... Ka-Blammo!

2011-11-07T11:53:00.000Z

Yes. Yes that was a reference to batman in relation to bonfire night. Hope you enjoyed it. (To be honest - I know nothing of batman except Adam West's version is great if not highly comical and very sexist). On bonfire night my immediate family and some of Tom's family gathered - squeee! I was nervous, but it was actually FINE. Actually, better than fine, fantastic, so yay :)

This photo could be used to describe how great
Saturday night was. Seriously, it was awesome.

We had NIBBLES. Nibbles are yum (there were tiny cheesecakes and spring rolls!) and there was alcohol. We played music like The Ace of Spades, Buck Rodgers, I like to MOVE IT MOVE IT and the Zutons. And there were fireworks! I love fireworks, although modern 'health and saftey' regulations leave something to be desired after the display. So much so in fact, that some of us resorted to having battles using those little wooden sticks you use for skewering food...

Although many people mock Guy Fawkes by celebrating bonfire night, I'd rather celebrate his rebellion -because 1605 as we all know was a rebellious time (sarcasm hand). I am glad that a bunch of people didn't die though... *sigh* This is contradiction at its finest.

Updates:

As its november, its also NaNoWriMo, so good luck to all those participating.
Countdown to Skyrim: 4 days!
I love sparkly shoes at the moment.
Finally found a veggie cooking show.
It's almost time for the ground to be beautifully covered in snow.

Honey I'm home! Happy Haloween.

2011-10-31T10:49:00.000Z

My week in Cornwall is over... Boo. Yes, it was cold and wet and windy and we were in a smelly caravan but it was fun, I was with family for the first time in a while, and yes, it was a welcome distraction from normal, everyday life (which includes school, of course). I also went in the ocean in late October...without a wetsuit - a new record for me!

Yes. Yes I am.

~~Yay narcissism!~~

When I got home there was a miniature welcome party though, which Tom had thoughtfully organised. He made food and there were party poppers and balloons and everything! And - a companion cube! That he made! Isn't that awesome?!

"The Enrichment Center reminds you that the Weighted Companion Cube will never threaten to stab you and, in fact, cannot speak. In the event that the Weighted Companion Cube does speak, the Enrichment Center urges you to disregard its advice." - GlaDOS.

If you don't know what a companion cube is, shame on you! Go and play Portal 1 and 2. The new ones. Or google it, whatever. Yeah.

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Today is Halloween! A synonym for commercialism! Yeah! In previous years I didn't really participate in Halloween because for the previous reason, but I've decided to fu*k it all and dress up as a witch for today. I look epic... I think.Tom looks more epic; he is wearing a gas mask and a trench coat. Scary.

Happy Haloween!

Sunday! Was yesterday...

2011-10-17T12:36:00.000+01:00

Three cheers for lazy days! Hip hip hoor... oh fu*k it. Yes, yesterday I did sleep for most of the day, sorry for anyone who was busy that day. Be jealous. I felt I deserved somewhat stunted hibernation anyways;

a. Because I've been working very hard recently

b. I'm like an owl and I stay up late.

c. Also, I wanted to stay in bed, it was warm and very inviting... It hypnotised me :P

This brings me to my next subject, in which I will attempt to rule over you in a kind of arrogant way; you MUST watch exceptional The Illusionist if you haven't already. I looked it up on IMDB (look at me being all technical!) and grabbed a synopsis;

"Eisenheim is a magician in early 1900's Vienna, who falls in love with a woman well above his social standing. When she becomes engaged to a Crown Prince, Eisenheim uses his powers to free her and undermine the stability of the royal house of Vienna."

It had a good cast, great acting, stunning mise-en-scene and a brilliant narrative. I'm not going to spoil the twist for you either. It is quite easy to work out right towards the end but until then the writer pulls you into the emotions of the characters and in doing so makes you hate them, but you'll be laughing when it's revealed.

Another one to watch is Memoirs of A Geisha. It's an adaption of a complicated book by Arthur Golden written in 1997. This is film is also criticised but it looks spectacular and won three Oscars... so yay. :)

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While I was sleeping, I was missing an 'important' blogger event... or at least something that I wanted to participate in because I have re-occurring problems with writers block when it comes to blogging. Anyways, yesterday was Blog Action Day and the theme this year was food as it coincides with World Food Day. Instead of writing about how this is a timeless subject matter, the tragedy of famine and poverty, and about how some governments are a bit useless, I'm going to write about the joy of cooking and share a recipe with you as I'm usually a bit depressing when it comes to writing.

As many of you may have comprehended over these past few months, I am a lacto-ovo vegetarian, in other words - I don't eat animal flesh or its derivatives. I'm not totally strict and I try to keep realistic, for example, I still use leather. This is because using plastic is more harmful to the environment than leather, as leather is a relatively natural occurrance. Therefore, using leather bags and shoes means that they will last longer and I don't have to keep re-supplying myself with plastic commodities. The main reasons for my becoming a vegetarian (other than the enviroment) are because I don't like the idea that animals are raised as cheaply as possible to commit to the demands of society's eating habits, this normally means that they are maltreated in some way. Additionally, I don't want to put something dead into my mouth, it seems a bit impure and weird when you think about it. But I'm not gonna preach to you.

Cooking to me brings together people, be they from different families or cultures, and it's also pretty fun. This is a recipie I've made a few times before that my mum taught me a while back. I don't know the exact amounts by the way, I'm a bit useless and just chuck it all in. If you worry that you wouldn't enjoy a meal without meat, don't worry, because my mum does eat meat and she quite likes it. So yeah, here it is;

Luinguini with Mozzarella and Tomatoes

You will need -

Garlic Cloves (Choose how many according to taste)
Many tomatoes (Choose amount on how many people you're serving)
Olive Oil
Crumbled Bread
Luinguini (A kind of flattened spaghetti)
Dried Oregano
Fresh Basil
A few balls of mozerella cheese, sliced into cirles.

Method;

Place the tomatoes into a large oven dish, cover in some olive oil and add in chopped garlic.
Bake the tomatoes in the oven at a considerable amount of heat (code for 'I don't know how hot its meant to be'), until the skins have gone a bit shrivelly
Mash the tomatoes, but don't whack them too hard because their innards can squirt into your face. And it will hurt.
Grab a frying pan and a utensil of your choice, put some more olive oil in the pan and crumble in the bread, keep checking up on the bread because if it burns a cat wearing a tux will haunt you. That would be... not good. (I'm lying about the cat thing. If they burn it'll taste terrible).
Once they are fried, add the dried oregano and put into a dish for later.
Boil the linguini on a high heat unitl it's all bubbly (that indicates that it's cooked).
Mix the linguini, the tomatoes, the crunchy bread crumbs and the basil into the baking tray.
Slice the mozerella (try not to eat it raw, because you won't have enough left after) and cover the food in the dish with it.
Put in the oven until the mozerella is brown.

E Voilia! Congratulations! Dig in, give it to a homeless person, throw it at your neigbors' car, whatever.

This isn't what it looks like, but I didn't take
a photo of mine before we ate it. Nom anyway.

I'm so bored I may actually have to do some work soon, also, I must declare that I like eating this mint... it is very sugary.

2011-10-10T12:13:00.000+01:00

In this free lesson, I am sat in the warm comfort of the school library, bored out of my skull. I've been onto my favorite websites (for example; http://www.tasteofawesome.com/.). In addition to that I've read all of the blogs I follow that have anything up worth reading. I am currently blogging so I know that inevitably soon, blogging will not be an option. So now I only have work left to do.

I'm scared. I like putting off work, especially when I'm tired and know its going to be a long and gruelling process. Why essays, why coursework? Why must you be so persistent in attempting to depress and stress me? Maybe I'll just look at online stores... Yeah, that seems like a good idea...

Oh! I'm going on holiday soon, I thought I must tell you, as many blogs I read declare after they've had a break that they've had a break. Meanwhile people are worrying that they've died or something. So guys, I appreciate the worrying, but to save you the trouble - In two weeks, I WILL be on holiday, so I WON'T be blogging for that time. I WILL PROBABLY NOT be dead. Probably.

Career depression and tuna tomatoes from a WTF? government. You can probably guess this will not be inspiring.

2011-10-06T12:41:00.000+01:00

At my school right now, almost EVERYONE is applying for university or whatever. Am I the ONLY ONE who is uncertain about what I want to do? Probably not... but at least they're doing something proactive about it and just making a decision without taking forever to ponder over it. I am considering a career in either writing or psychology. Originally I thought about doing a joint degree in both psychology and English, so I'd have some options. Then I got given an idea about training as a nurse in an university hospital whilst part time studying a psychology course, so I could get into mental health more easily. This is partly because I find the human condition fascinating, partly because writers don't earn anything unless they have a best seller and procure a movie franchise, a la J.K Rowling. But I don't know what to do! And now I'm depressed whenever I think about it. The rainy days don't particularly help either.

This is akin to England on nearly a daily basis.
Atmospheric, but bleeehh :P

Yesterday evening, whilst eating some yummy pasta before watching EPIC The Fades on BBC Three (watch it - you know you want to), both my mum and my sister thought it appropriate to tell me that GM tomatoes have fish genes in them to make them redder or juicier or something stupid. I looked at my pasta in disgust and apprehension, and then amazingly my mum was thoughtful enough to add that not all GM foods have been approved for public consumption in the UK and that even if they were, she would never buy them.

Relief rushed through me.

As a vegetarian, I have to worry about this ~~because I use hyperbole on a regular basis~~ because obviously I think it is 'impure'. Also because our current government is full of complete (pardon my language) DICKS and will probably end up approving all that genetically modified crap.
Yes GM foods can procure higher crop yields thus being more economical, yes they SOMETIMES reduce the need for pesticides, and yes, they can have higher nutrients and survive the extremities of weather. But the cons far outweigh these positives, for instance producing new allergens and diseases, reducing biodiversity, harming the environment and just being downright UNNATURAL.

So YAY! Organic stuff. And BOO! - organic stuff is expensive, and I am a typical skint student...OH GOSH. IT'S LIKE A CIRCLE OF HATE.

Shorter days of summer sun (Look, Look! Aliteration!)

2011-10-05T13:00:00.000+01:00

Imagine my delight when we had not one, not four, but four extra days of summer! Granted, it was an Indian summer and therefore I knew it wouldn't last for long and we'd have to resort back to devastating cold and gloomy grey clouds, but hey! It was awesome. It looks beautiful too. The leaves on the trees are all amazing golden fiery colours, but it's also sunny, so it kind of looks like the world's been burnt, yet in a good way... I decided that I wanted to use this to my advantage, so I hauled out my summer clothes, grabbed a bicycle and went on a 9 mile bike ride with Tom around the nature reserve ~~with added picnic benefits~~.

Wheeeee!

Despite my salt skin (ahem) and my almost fainting (I'm a weakling), it was really idylic. We spotted a foal and its mother dancing in the fields. Not literally - I'm trying to poetic okay!? It seems like a lot of other people had the same idea, which was slightly annoying as people in this town seem to be very hostile toward other people. In Freddie Mercury's famous words, it doesn't really matter. Like at all. I don't really care about what other random people think or do... unless I want them to like me. Also, I'm really aprehensive about october as the results from the Bridport Prize, a writing competition I entered recently, will be announced but I'm also exited and feeling super competitive about that, scary competitive.

Until next time readers, until next time ^^

AAHHHHH! Stuff! Music! Winter! Exclamaion mark! Friday! Who are you, Rebecca Black? This title actually has little to do with the post... I apologise for my ramblings, but I don't really have a set niche xP

2011-09-23T10:09:00.000+01:00

Three Blind Mice, possibly one of the WORST nursery rhymes ever, and we had to sing it in registration this morning, along with the rest of the music teacher's ghastly repertoire. Of course, I, and a lot of other people didn't bother joining in properly...because we're badass *sceptical hand*. Let me tell you, I'm so very glad I brought in my MP3 player. Seriously, it was a full on boarding school raise the spirits type thing...bleh.

Sorry Shrek guys, the song does not do you justice :(

In other news, it's autumn! I love the smell of autumn, don't you? Yeah, maybe not. I think the only negative thing about noticing the gorgeous colours of the leaves is also realising it will be getting very cold in the upcoming months. I do enjoy pumpkin surgery though, A/W fashion is awesome, and when it snows everything looks prettier. I might learn a pretty winter song on MY NEW GUITAR! Yeah, well it's not new, or necessarily mine, but Tom helped me to re-string it the other day and I can learn to play now, perhaps I'll upload a video at some point, only if you were to enjoy that. Or maybe I'll just sling it up anyway, I don't know.

I'm not actually in a bad mood, true story :)

2011-09-09T13:36:00.000+01:00

So a few weeks ago I found out something devastating. My home computer has broken. Now most people would be like; okay, go on one of the profiles and fix it, simple right? WRONG. We can't get onto any of the profiles. Which means I can't get to any of my files. Which means I've lost a load of my novels in progress. Great huh? I don't know if I'm just being ditsy or something, but I'm pretty sure that if the geeky computer fixer guys can't get on the profiles to fix anything, that there is NO HOPE. I don't know about you, but it seems pretty difficult to try and remember everything about something you've written. I can't. And, considering that I last looked at these over six months ago, I might, possibly find this a little difficult. Everyone was pretty bummed out, since I wasn't the only one loosing files and stuff. It's cool though, it's cool, it'll be okay, right? Right? Suuureee ^_^

Anything rubbish like that happen to anyone recently? I know it's not a big deal for people with ACTUAL problems, but since a few of us have actual problems, karma could give us a break right? Unless, we do deserve it but just don't realise it because we're contributing to global warming or something like that. I'm sure my old religious education syllabus said it had to be a personal...vendetta type thing to contribute to bad points on your karma list, in which case, why can't we get a break? People would be so much happier if karma went on holiday for a while. However, that would probably make karma have to inflict more harm/justice when karma came back, you know, to make up for it... so perhaps that little idea was just counter productive.

I'm sorry for this little rambling rant by the way, it's just that I have a free and I'm bored...

On another note, does anybody know how I can make a costume like this?

You see, I am just little bit geeky when it comes to Doctor Who and other brilliant phenomenons, as you may have noticed, my dear reader. Thus, I want to dress up as an Amy Pond Peg Doll from the recent 'Who episode Night Terrors (the part with the flats was filmed in Bristol - where I was born! - Squeeeee!). I know that the masks are made of clay and cover the entire head, but I'm not brilliant at making dresses and I really, really want one like that for a sixth form dress up day, which will occur at some point this year ~~to freak out the year sevens~~. My experience at sewing things is not vast, my most accomplished creation was when I was 12 and I cut out a teddy bear from a t-shirt with squinty O.o eyes, and then proceeded to stitch around that and some other material from the t-shirt to create a small teddy... I want to make one point clear a moment; I do somewhat have a life, I even went to a bar with some friends the other evening. As usual I was slightly socially awkward, as I often am, but it was a fantastic evening.

Oops, I've got to go now. Goodbye :)

I haven't written for almost the entire summer holiday... does this mean I've been busy? Nah, I've just been playing Xbox and... doing other things.

2011-09-05T13:14:00.000+01:00

Hello! I am sure that you'll all be please to know that I will not be writing another post about not writing posts! Yes! I know! - It's a miracle.

In other news...

OH OH! I passed my exams, i.e: I can go back to school this year! (And so can many others.., like Tom :D *). Furthermore, I may also be getting a job at an eco-friendly, veggie cosmetics store. Doctor Who is back on our screens, a new Elder Scrolls is out in November,et la pièce de résistance...

I may be getting braces.

At the age of seventeen, this is not going to be a good look. I'll seem so much more childish. I already have trouble convincing people that I am seventeen...itis due to my height mostly... in all seriousness - I'm like a hobbit, or a pixie, or a leprechaun. To conclude this quick update, I'll leave you with this.

* For those ill - informed readers; Tom is my boyfriend.

**My brain is currently asking why I am using so many exclamation marks... it seems crude.

Exasperated sigh

2011-08-05T15:17:00.000+01:00

I need to do one of three things;

1. Get a more interesting life, i.e - something someone else will want to read about
2. Write in a way that makes my life sound more interesting to a reader
3. Lie

Yes. Today I've got that problem. The problem that every writer or aspiring writer doesn't want. No, not hand cramp or disease... although I doubt anybody would want that.

Writers block *Dun dun duuuunnnnn*

Damn it.

I woke up this morning (after an awesome, yet irritatingly non vivid, Harry Potter dream) and thought - I haven't written a post for a really long time, considering I've actually been doing something with my life. We're two weeks into the summer holidays and I've attended a dance summer school, gone to Croyd beach, volunteered for Oxfam Hub and played xbox games with my boyfriend for three days running ~~amongst other things~~.* So I'm here at the library today to write a post... and I can't think of anything decent to write about apart from writing about writer's block, which doesn't count by the way, just like it doesn't count when somebody has a pretty face but an ugly personality... or you know, that's what logic would tell your brain. So I would want to tell writer's block, if it had a physical manifestation, probably as a zit or as a Stephanie Meyer novel, that it sucks and has no place in this world. I would throw a huge out of date square watermelon at it. I would hit it with a fly swatter or throw a shoe at it, or lob a water bottle in its general vicinity. Afterwards I would print out a list of writing exercises and read them out to the manifestation, seriously... that would be equivalent to an exorcism for that beast.

*I would have told you about these things but as I've already written, nobody else would find them hugely interesting. So I've resorted to rambling without really thinking - so I apologise profusely. Also, you'd think that I'm experiencing a lot of negative emotion right now but I'm actually quite a happy person at the moment. This is what writer's block can do to a person, it is extremley frustrating. I've just realised that this note is stupidly long so I'm going to just blindly publish this post and get it over with.

You know it, I know it; the Harry Potter finale has begun.

2011-07-15T12:44:00.000+01:00

I can recall the moment I picked up my first copy of The Philosopher's Stone, not really knowing what joy awaited me inside its new, crisp pages at the young and tender age I was. Upon reading the first paragraph, I was hooked. A couple of days later, I had finished it and was left wanting more, as I'm pretty sure many other readers had been. As the wonderful stories of the wizarding world became more and more popular, they turned into a phenomenon and sprouted an entire franchise as well as mass hysteria and excitement throughout its fans' hearts and souls.

And now? It's all over. Nobody dreamed it would ever happen, but all great things come to and end. Everyone is sad... and excited for the new movie... but that's not what this post is about.

I've got to mention; if you weren't part of this life changing movement, I feel a degree of anguish for you. If you didn't appreciate it, then fair enough, I suppose it's your choice after all. But these things, weren't just things.They helped to define not only your childhood, but you as you are today. They were life lessons, they were friendship. They were a sanctuary.
Update: I watched the Deathly Hallows Part Two last night with my sisters, (sporting a homemade dark mark and a pointy black hat to show my devotion) and it was magnificent.

"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home"

Summer Equals Dirty, Sexy Things Sceptical face and possible sarcasm hand

2011-07-01T11:49:00.000+01:00

I like musicals. I do. I'm sorry. But one musical I cannot stand to watch more than once a year is Grease The Musical, you know? The one with the then-young-but-still-quite-unatractive-in-my-view-John-Travolta? Well, guess what the theme is to a birthday party I have to go to tonight? (Hint: The answer is Grease The Musical)

Sometimes I wonder what I do to deserve this kind of thing.

It could be fun. It could be fun. However, the chances are i'll get those annoying and politically incorrect songs stuck in my head for days. I don't mind singing along and dressing up as a 50s throwback with a bunch of other people but once the party is over, the whole notion of this musical is over for the forseeable future.

WANT TO SEE MY COSTUME?!

And then to that I'm adding some standard denim capris. I figure most (female) people there will be dressing up as the Pink Ladies or that-girl-that-no-one-liked-but-then-she-conformed-and-people-liked-her. What was her name again? Yeah, anyway I thought I'd dress as an extra instead.

Ooh! I'm getting a bike! I'll be able to cycle places! I found out recently about this thing called the Bristol Bike Project (England Bristol not America Bristol.) You can buy second hand bikes and then fix them up for a relativley cheap price. As a form of recycling I feel this will be enviromentally and economically ... sound? It saves me a bus fare, reduces my carbon footprint and saves me from begging for a lift everywhere from my mother in addition to making me dream of nostalgia and idyllic scenes of cycling through a lush, green field on a summers day, and then noticing the novelty wearing off and just feeling like a pro active individual.

My weekend was awesome but my week wasn't great. I'm apologising again too... WATCH ME BEG! Dobby's sock! She's wearing flip flops!

2011-06-27T10:52:00.000+01:00

Hello! Sorry I haven't been posting recently, I'm back at school now and have a ton of work to do. Busy, busy, busy. They don't give us a break even after our exams are over. Damn fasict school... we're not even allowed to wear flip flops.

But I do anyway ~~because I am a rebel.~~

I'm writing this in school too; take that! Yeah... you could understand why I crossed out the above now. Anyways, I have to go soon for two hours of dance so this isn't going to be a long/insightful/interesting/funny post.

This cat is intelligent. Bye bye now.

Me, now with rusty eyes feature. MY PACKAGE ARRIVED! Doctor Who! Coffee fuelled post! Exclamation mark! Boobies!

2011-06-13T19:36:00.000+01:00

Did you hear!? My package arrived! I bought things from lush cosmetics and people tree. Yay! Things!

Anyone catch 'A Good Man Goes To War', the new Doctor Who episode? Spoiler alert to anybody who hasn't watched it yet by the way. RIVER SONG IS RAMY'S DAUGHTER! And her and the Doctor kissed... it seems a little strange. Kudos to Moffat, he's been planting little story 'seeds' even before he took Davies' position, possibly one of my favourite 'Who stories so far. I'm terribly sorry for my geekiness, if that is a word, but does anybody have any theories on who kills The Doctor? I think it will be River Song/ Melody. Remember that episode with the Silence and the astronaut? And how River Song couldn't hurt the astronaut? Perhaps she couldn't kill the astronaut because she couldn't kill a younger version of herself... I guess it would create some sort of paradox. Why would she kill The Doctor though? Maybe... she found out about him marrying Marylin Monroe?

I went to this youth group for the first time with my sister a couple of weeks ago... and lucky us - it was pizza night! It was quite enjoyable though. Talking to my sister on the bus ride was pretty good because I never really talk to her, and then she mentioned I have 'rusty eyes' because they're mostly blue, but as the get closer to the pupil, they go kind of orange-y brown. Also, it still strikes me as odd that the pupil is a small hole.

Anyway, do you know what I did?

Laughed. Because I can take a joke. People who can't take a joke will end up all sad and alone and... saggy. From of all that frowning. And age.

I hated doing the Duke of Edinburgh award so much, Im'a do it again! No. Really. I'm not kidding.

2011-06-09T19:31:00.000+01:00

Remember my first post? Where I wrote at the end 'no promises'? Yeah, that applies to this. I joined a DofE award group at my old school a year or so ago with my best pal Immi, thinking it would be a fantastic and simple addition to our resumes and our university applications. How wrong we were... about the easy part anyway. As wrong as getting a disease, but not quite as wrong as that... a disease with glitter? Actually, I think that may be worse. Sorry, my similes aren't the greatest today, I only got 2 hours sleep last night, THANK YOU SO MUCH ENERGY DRINK. Honestly, I drink coffee, and I did not know it would last so long, if that energy drink had a face then we'd be screwed.

Looks can kill. Looks can also give people happy feelings inside ~~and in their underwear~~. If I had drank that energy drink in the morning however...

It may have looked something like that. And a hot guy would have been showcasing it... just saying. Anyway, we failed the practice expedition so horrifically we were disqualified for that year. Yeah, it was that bad. It totally was NOT our fault. Okay, it more or less was.

We were due to arrive in the school car park at about 9:00 and Immi was about half an hour late, which didn't really matter because all of the supervisors were being silly and faffing about talking about unicorns and Darth Vader or something. Okay, they were checking bags. To be honest, this worried me. I've never been on a plane! I'm not used to people I don't know going in my bags! So many things were going through my head in that moment, for example;

What did I bring? Did I bring the right things? What the heck was I even SUPPOSED to bring? Oh no! They're walking over here! I brought soap! Do I need that! I don't need that, why did I bring it? We're supposed to abandon all cleanliness and hygiene on this trip! Did you bring a condom? They can hold up to a litre of water! What if you loose the bottle? Where will we be then, huh?! I'm wearing converse! Where are my walking boots!? I don't have any? Why didn't you remember to buy any? We're on a walking expedition for goodness sake!

And so on. However, it turned out to be fine. UNTIL they saw the converse. Can you guess what they did? Yeah. Probably not because it is weird but not as much as I am and it was odd and didn't even make sense!

And neither do some of these sentences...technically, neither would this one if you didn't have any context.

The guy, one of the supervisors... wait for it... called HIS WIFE. To ask for SHOES. FOR ME. That is illogical! I'm so vertically challenged and 'petite' that I would never fit into her shoes! Never! If I had an amount of money for every time somebody called me a hobbit or made some smart comment the I would be... well you know the cliché.

This post may be a bit too long. More later.

So yeah I'm staying up late because I'm stupid like that but I also care for the enviroment

2011-06-05T02:47:00.000+01:00

Yeah... posting. Wow. I guess I just felt guilty for my one follower. Or maybe I was up late and had nothing better to do except post or go to bed. Who knows?

Okay I'll stop now and actually write something ~~good~~ better but not that much better. Through following links from the blogs I follow (such as this one - http://sporkattack.blogspot.com/) I found this great new scheme organised by the Arbour Day Foundation to make blogs and websites carbon neutral by planting trees for them!

SO, I joined. I really do care about the environment and it makes me depressed to see videos of deforestation and the like. It's also one of the many reasons I became a vegetarian. So take note - nature IS important! Trees are beautiful and poetic! Things have souls! Yes! Things! We are powerful! We do not control the world, as humans, but we are just a part of it.

http://www.kaufda.de/umwelt/carbon-neutral/how-you-can-join/

I am still alive, just

2011-06-04T23:08:00.000+01:00

Sorry, one person who might read this occasionally, for not posting recently. There is a dark cloud over my head labelled 'exams = hell' at the moment at the same time as still trying to do other stuff... like have a social life? Something like that. Instead of my lame excuse, please accept the following picture as an apology

Look! It's somebody hiding their face! In shame for me!

Several Things I shall NEVER do because they are awkward and enjoy sucking out my soul (No, that was NOT a euphemism.)

2011-05-10T21:06:00.000+01:00

I will never;

Smoke. I know people have the choice to do certain things but this is just vile...in my opinion at least. WHY would somebody do that?! What? Is it supposed to be glamorous? Oh I want yellow nails, gross skin, not much disposable money and poor health by sucking on multitudes of sticks made of evil! .... * Sarcasm hand*

~~Start a rumour stating that Severus Snape sings 'I'm too sexy for my robes' whilst showering~~

Request bad music on the radio, for example, ~~Justine Beaver~~ Justin Bieber.

Reveal that I enjoy my boyfriend teasing me... to his face.

Stop being weird.

Bleach my hair.

Eat meat. Even though bacon smells good.

Go free climbing on a cliff... in a denim miniskirt again.

Play golf on the sun.

Dress up as a clown and go to a clown convention... because that is creepy.

Meet Albert Einstein.

Like David Cameron.

Understand the offside rule in football (English football by the way. Who plays FOOTball with their hands? Americans! Americans do have positives though. I'm kidding... but not really... I digress.) And if anybody says it's to do with being a female, I will CONSIDER doing this;

A Caption Contest for the Bored and Deprived of [...], i.e - Me.

2011-05-07T18:19:00.000+01:00

I am having a caption contest. Yes. I am feeling lazy today because I was up late again. Amuse me people of the internetz.

This is one of my two cats... Bill. Anyway, the winner of the caption contest gets a shout out in my next post and possibly a new subscriber (Gasp! I wonder which beautiful person that will be!). Sarcastic narcissism aside, leave YOUR caption suggestions in the comment box below.

The Evil Procrastination Fairy is REAL. Honest! Also, there is a good chance I'll blog about you if I know you.

2011-05-06T04:42:00.000+01:00

So here I am online. The evil procrastination fairy is stalking me... again. And I still haven't completed my coursework, which is due in later today. I'm listening to some excellent study music and I've been at it (no. not that! coursework, remember?) for about five hours already. Not to mention my May and June exams are looming over my head like a dark cloud of shame and hatred. So I thought I would take a break, i to the dot to the e - Procrastinate.

So what's going to be your subject today? I hear the single reader ask... Well today, I've decided to draw from my miniscule box of blog fodder and pull out my 'friend', a post about the plague that is ~~REBECCA BLACK~~... *dramatic music* actually, I don't really know. I shall ask someone.

Later, on Facebook chat:

Me: TTTOOOOMMMM! What don't I like?

Tom: Tomatoes.

Me: I like tomatoes.

Tom: Clouds. And me.

Me: I like those things. They are very lovley.

Tom: Those are the only things in the world.

Me: Oh. But I need to blog about something in a cynical, rude manner..y, rant type thing.

Tom: Why didn't you tell me it was for that?

Me: Meh. It seems like the only way to get people to read this thing...

Tom: Sand in your socks.

Me: Why would I wear socks to the beach?

Tom: I brought some sand home

Me: You did? *eyes light up in a childish and awe inspired kinda expression* ... MINI BEACH!

Tom: Not this time...

Me: No mini beach?

Tom: Sorry

A few minutes later ~~following a tiny segment in our converstion saying how many kisses I owe him~~....

Tom: Rainbows. Oh please be selling rainbows.

Me: They are metaphorical rainbows?

Tom: Who sells metaphorical rainbows?

Me: ... poets?...

And so on. As you can see I was fairly unsucsessful in finding a subject to hate. It saddens me; this had the potential to be a decent post.

Disclaimer

2011-05-02T11:11:00.000+01:00

I'm a seventeen year old girl living in England. Hello to thee. Bonjour. Konnichiwa. Et cetera. I realise telling you about my being a teen alone is not exactly the best way to go about things, igniting possibly hundreds of sterotypes, some of which are true admittedly. I am not (always) moody and cynical. I have not taken serious drugs. Nor am I the attention seeking girl who writes poetry just to seperate herself from her peers. Instead I am a regular teen who moans, who's mood changes more than regularly and is completley confused about her identity, amongst other things. Oh, and I also enjoy writing.

I'll write fictional stories, poetry and evidently, blog entries. I'm gonna be posting for no particular reason about any particular thing, therefore I really hope first impressions don't count as much as my psychology textbook says they do. Also, I think I did the blogging tutorial wrong (yes - I'm that lame. I was waiting for my acceptance letter from Hogwarts 'till I was fourteen.. I mean. I'm a mature respectable person who will be voting in the alternative vote refurendum soon). But it was a sucky (giggle) tutorial anyway.

No promises.

Slightly Whimsical.

'One Hundred Thank- yous' - le'LOVE Blogging Event.

International Women's Day

The Girl. The Boy. And The Laptop Problem.

OMG THEY FIXED THE POSTING PROBLEM, NOW I CAN POST WHAT I WANTED TO DAYS AGO. I'M SO EXCITED.

The snow! The snow is coming!

Busy Week!!

"Saint" Jerome was a jerk!

Finders Keepers

Happy New Years Wishes

Final Day of BlogFestivus!

Blogfestivus Day Ten!

Blogfestivus! You CAN can-can!

Blogfestivus Day Eight maids a - milking... This could become a euphamism if you wanted it to xP

Seven Magical Swans - Blogfestivus time!

BlogFestivus Day Six!! Geese? :S

Blogfestivus - FIVE GOLD RINNGGGSS!

Ichi, ni, san, CHI - Four calling birds? Blogfestivus :)

BlogFestivus Day 3 - Trois Poulet Francais >:D

BlogFestivuis Day Duex; Turtle - Dove Hybrids

No christmas spirit? BlogFestivus Time! With pringles. Lots of salty 'nom' pringles.

For an even better week

Remember remember the 5th of November.... Ka-Blammo!

Honey I'm home! Happy Haloween.

Sunday! Was yesterday...

I'm so bored I may actually have to do some work soon, also, I must declare that I like eating this mint... it is very sugary.

Career depression and tuna tomatoes from a WTF? government. You can probably guess this will not be inspiring.

Shorter days of summer sun (Look, Look! Aliteration!)

AAHHHHH! Stuff! Music! Winter! Exclamaion mark! Friday! Who are you, Rebecca Black? This title actually has little to do with the post... I apologise for my ramblings, but I don't really have a set niche xP

I'm not actually in a bad mood, true story :)

I haven't written for almost the entire summer holiday... does this mean I've been busy? Nah, I've just been playing Xbox and... doing other things.

*Exasperated sigh*

You know it, I know it; the Harry Potter finale has begun.

Summer Equals Dirty, Sexy Things *Sceptical face and possible sarcasm hand*

My weekend was awesome but my week wasn't great. I'm apologising again too... WATCH ME BEG! Dobby's sock! She's wearing flip flops!

Me, now with rusty eyes feature. MY PACKAGE ARRIVED! Doctor Who! Coffee fuelled post! Exclamation mark! Boobies!

I hated doing the Duke of Edinburgh award so much, Im'a do it again! No. Really. I'm not kidding.

So yeah I'm staying up late because I'm stupid like that but I also care for the enviroment

I am still alive, just

Several Things I shall NEVER do because they are awkward and enjoy sucking out my soul (No, that was NOT a euphemism.)

A Caption Contest for the Bored and Deprived of [...], i.e - Me.

The Evil Procrastination Fairy is REAL. Honest! Also, there is a good chance I'll blog about you if I know you.

Disclaimer

Exasperated sigh

Summer Equals Dirty, Sexy Things Sceptical face and possible sarcasm hand