This title makes it sound like I'm angry. I'm not. But lets just rewind to yesterday, quite frankly because it was more fun then.
So...We went to see Insidious at the cinema!!!!!!!!!!!!! We went all the way to Gloucester! I can't remember how long it took, but the train had a leak. A creepy leak. Like, a water leak. And it dripped. Ella's foot got wet.
I feel really bad for you guys! The entire story is pretty much hilarious, but I'm too tired to bother putting detail in- you'll find out why.
So, basically we all got rejected for it because Adam and James didn't have ID. Not that everyone else did. They just looked young. Ella and I brought ID. I ended up showing the guy my ID for no reason. I was like "I have ID!...Wanna see it?"..."Wait! No! You can't see it! I hate my photo! Nooooooo!.....Actually I don't really know you, so it's okay. Take it, take it now!". Yeah. So instead we all watched Hanna. Which is pretty amazing. Like bang bang shooty shooty deady deady!!!
I'm going to quote it now: "I think when I'm older I might be a lesbian...But I'd only hold hands and I think I'd end up marrying a man." Mwahahahahahaha.
We went to Tescos and Ella and I bought monsters. Emily didn't buy me any popcorn in return for my graphics work :( But I stole some from Jamie so I was fine. I did actually buy a 36p packet of midget gems. Tesco Value. Tesco Value is such good value!
The whole way through the film I was more hyper than a mentally ill cat with a rocket up it's... bottom. When we got to this really long running scene at the end I was running with the characters to make myself feel more like I was in the scene. I love Hanna. I really do.
Anyhoo, then we went to subway. Then it rained. Then we started running to the train station. Then this old dude asked Jamie for change. Then Emily shouted "We have to catch our train!" at him. Then we ran for a reasonably long distance in the rain to the train (I know that rhymes, it's cool). We ran up the stairs. That was mildly annoying, because my shoes nearly fell off.
When we reached the top I explained to everyone how I was mildly annoyed by my fuzzy tongue. The fuzzy tongue is the reason I don't run. Whenever I run everywhere my tongue gets fuzzy. I don't get out of breath or anything. Just fuzzy.
So yeah, some stuff happened and then we got to Hereford. Catherine Shaw was there - she's Emily's bezzie. I don't really remember what I said, but I slapped myself quite hard in the face several times.
At Ella's house we talked to Jamie for a bit and then he left. And then we went upstairs, put Kickass on and promptly ignored it in favour of building a fort. It was a pretty awesome fort.
Basically, Ella, Emily and I stayed up until half-four bitching about people (Yes, probably you...JK definetely :P...No seriously it was mostly about life in general...but if you're really annoying you probably got a mention.). Yeah. And then we all got up at eight. Emily's not good at getting up. Ooh I feel dizzy. I'm going to leave now I can feel my hold on impeccable grammar and spelling slipping.
Have anice life mr monsters. I love your families cat and the way your say ne mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Saturday 14 May 2011
Tuesday 10 May 2011
Other Stuff I Forgot And Today
Before I forget, Emma was kind enough to lend me Sally the squirrel in order to make maths bearable, both yesterday and today. It didn't work, but it was a good effort on her part :P
Nothing too interesting happened today. I made mr Chapman a mug shaped coffee cake, which he seemed to enjoy. Um... R.E. was a rave. Biology... Don't remember. Same applies to maths. Wait, I do remember not being a massive fail in maths.
Oooh, oooh! Got my english result back! Once again, I shall not publish it for fear of offence, but I liked it. I hope everyone else got the results they were hoping for. I was especially pleased seeing as I was dead scared I would epically fail. I was seriously having a panic attack before hand. I actually had a panic attack for most of English. Ella, Emma and Beth clearly found this hilarious. I was literally in hysterics. People should pay my panic attacks more attention. What if I die???
That was school. At home I watched SALT the movie. It's is A. Mazing. The ending kinda pissed me off though. It's so blaze (That's blaz-ay, I just don't have an e with an accent). I'm not sure if I mean that. It just doesn't tie the knots I want tying. If there's never a sequel then I'll have to condemn it as a bad movie. There's just too much build up to leave someone hanging like that. The whole movie was great, full of action - just riveting. Right up until the final scene. Or what should of been the final scene. That finale should have been followed with one calm scene and a nice ending involving very mild anger.
Also watched some ghost whisperer. Because I am sad like that. There's a reason I didn't blog during the holidays- I have no life to blog about.
Okay, that's a lie, tons of weird and amusing things happened during the holidays. Still.
Night guys!
Nothing too interesting happened today. I made mr Chapman a mug shaped coffee cake, which he seemed to enjoy. Um... R.E. was a rave. Biology... Don't remember. Same applies to maths. Wait, I do remember not being a massive fail in maths.
Oooh, oooh! Got my english result back! Once again, I shall not publish it for fear of offence, but I liked it. I hope everyone else got the results they were hoping for. I was especially pleased seeing as I was dead scared I would epically fail. I was seriously having a panic attack before hand. I actually had a panic attack for most of English. Ella, Emma and Beth clearly found this hilarious. I was literally in hysterics. People should pay my panic attacks more attention. What if I die???
That was school. At home I watched SALT the movie. It's is A. Mazing. The ending kinda pissed me off though. It's so blaze (That's blaz-ay, I just don't have an e with an accent). I'm not sure if I mean that. It just doesn't tie the knots I want tying. If there's never a sequel then I'll have to condemn it as a bad movie. There's just too much build up to leave someone hanging like that. The whole movie was great, full of action - just riveting. Right up until the final scene. Or what should of been the final scene. That finale should have been followed with one calm scene and a nice ending involving very mild anger.
Also watched some ghost whisperer. Because I am sad like that. There's a reason I didn't blog during the holidays- I have no life to blog about.
Okay, that's a lie, tons of weird and amusing things happened during the holidays. Still.
Night guys!
Monday 9 May 2011
Did I Mention?
Okay, I realised that I've left a couple of things out.
Last Thursday, Emma, Ella, Beth and I all sang a load of disney songs. Our p.e. teacher not only overheard but questioned our reasoning. It's official that she thinks we're mad.
Later on I played tennis with two rackets and sang at the same time. Okay, I generally acted like a loon. That's my life.
Bumbottles.
Off I go then. I'll tell you if I think of anything else :)
Last Thursday, Emma, Ella, Beth and I all sang a load of disney songs. Our p.e. teacher not only overheard but questioned our reasoning. It's official that she thinks we're mad.
Later on I played tennis with two rackets and sang at the same time. Okay, I generally acted like a loon. That's my life.
Bumbottles.
Off I go then. I'll tell you if I think of anything else :)
I Love My Life
Like your average person, I have my ups and downs (Okay, the ups are way higher than everyone else's but still...). Despite this, I find life totally enjoyable at this point in time.
I'm not going to lie, this may have something to do with the fact that I have just eaten a bit of cake, and have the promise of icing in the future. Who doesn't get cheered up by that news?
Today was normal for me. Somehow slightly more and slightly less eventful than normal. I don't really know where to start. I think I'll start from the beginning (I know, boring. What can I say?)
Physics. First period on a monday. I would like to notify readers that I was perfectly on time this morning, even if my hair was a little sticky-uppy. I fixed it, so we'll pretend it didn't happen. Okay, fine, I'm lying. My hair is always a little sticky-uppy. In any case, I was on time and therefore tired. I kept myself up last night thinking about how many houses could fit on a road and making up songs about falling over.
Back to Physics. Cool lesson. We got to measure everyone's arms. Turns out I have an average size arm. I like this. Ka Oi has teeny weeny arms. Mwahahahaha. Amy was in our group. She is way cool. A teensy bit sarcastic, but she has the quality I look for in every person I know and have the potential to be friends with. She gets my jokes. So yeah, we spent the lesson seeing who was most powerful. I am ashamed to say I didn't win. If only I tried harder. Will's story of his power failure massively scared me.
So, Mr Cinderey says "blah blah blah blah blah- Imogen?" and I randomly speak until something that could be the right answer comes out of my mouth (phrasing everything with a lilt in my voice which makes statements into questions. e.g. "centimetres?"). That was fine. However, my success must have made Mr Cinderey become over-confident in my answering skills. 5 minutes later he is talking about power and BAM! He says "And his arm is eighty-five centimetres long (Ikr, long arm)... The alarm bells are ringing again..." (This is his reference to not measuring distance in centimetres, but in metres) "Imogen?" And I look at him. And then I say "Aaaaah!" and blank him.
So that was Physics. Next was English. Mrs Griffith wasn't there and I didn't do much other than read poems out in a Bristolian accent and the hyperventilate from amusement, so we'll just skip that right out.
P.E! As always, the highlight of the day! How I long for the days when I have P.E. I am not even joking. First though:
I am a teensy bit annoyed.
I mean, first my cake was taken (Okay it was a cake idea, but not only was my theme stolen but I was also made to feel like I had a lack of ability to make cake) and THEN there's what happened in p.e. I'm not really mad at you though. Just a little exasperated.
We were doing the relay in p.e. (Something I actually quite enjoy). I was in a team with Charlotte Hart, Becky Dodd-Cox and Emily Pearce. Now, this is not a team I expect the best from. I cam into this team realising two members were slackers and one was a refuser. This is fine with me. Some people just don't appreciate p.e. These often coincide with those who dislike exercise.
Charlotte outright refused to run. She agreed to walk though. I expected her to just sit on the floor and throw daisies at people. In all honesty, I was mildly proud of her non-effort that involved walking a quarter of the hundred metres she had to go. Let me just remind you that each of us had signed up for a hundred metre sprint.
She got a quarter of the way there. By now the teacher is bored. She yells for me to go anyway. So I do. I start 'sprinting'. I'll be honest, more like fast run. I am currently panicking, as not only has everyone else left, but my relay partner is not where she is supposed to be.
I continue flailing. I mean, running. My speed, in my opinion is quite good. My form, however...
I reach the place where Emily should be. All of the other seconds are now standing around there looking a little tired and mostly relieved they don't have to do anything else. I shout out "I am so confused! I'm panicking, seriously panicking!" and just continue running. I am too dedicated. I need to be more hateful. I also made one of the weirder faces I own in my collection.
In the end, I ran about two hundred metres and then jog/hopped another hundred to where the teacher was. Reason for this? Emily randomly decided to stand ten feet from Becky and call this her area of running. I don't entirely blame her, I also blame Becky, who clearly found this too amusing to point out she was supposed to be on the opposite side of the track.
So that was p.e. Contrary to popular belief, I was actually mildly okay with this. I kind of like running. Don't quote me on that. I prefer cake.
Maths. I can sum that up in two sentences- I saw Jack asleep on his desk. Then I drew individual pictures on my hand.- I'm wrong, I need another one. (The drawing on my hand took deliberated thinking and intense concentration; when I looked up I had only managed to waste ten minutes of my life) That's maths for you. I feel no further explanation is needed, but I will add that I am taught by mr Bo-, I mean Pollock.
Chemistry. I'm vaguely certain that it interested me, but I blanked out whatever happened. Must've been a fun, yet mentally scarring, lesson. XD
I have now got a cake for mr Chapman's 60th birthday tomorrow. It's coffee flavour in the shape of a coffee mug, took two hours to make, and is quite good if I say so myself (which I do).
Getting bored now. I have a yearbook for my year eleven mateys. Right now Amy has it (Write faster, fool!). I will be purchasing an HD video camera with photo options of 8mp for photos and videos to go with it...Yes Ella, we shall have the filming equipment, it is time to paint Will green!
I'm gonna go now. Have a nice night. You should hope you're my friend- if you are then there's some disaster cake from attempt number 1 you may be able to get hold of. Bear in mind that the reason for disaster is that it had to be mug shaped, not that there is something wrong with the cake, and that this one doesn't really taste of coffee... At all...
Nighty night ;)
I'm not going to lie, this may have something to do with the fact that I have just eaten a bit of cake, and have the promise of icing in the future. Who doesn't get cheered up by that news?
Today was normal for me. Somehow slightly more and slightly less eventful than normal. I don't really know where to start. I think I'll start from the beginning (I know, boring. What can I say?)
Physics. First period on a monday. I would like to notify readers that I was perfectly on time this morning, even if my hair was a little sticky-uppy. I fixed it, so we'll pretend it didn't happen. Okay, fine, I'm lying. My hair is always a little sticky-uppy. In any case, I was on time and therefore tired. I kept myself up last night thinking about how many houses could fit on a road and making up songs about falling over.
Back to Physics. Cool lesson. We got to measure everyone's arms. Turns out I have an average size arm. I like this. Ka Oi has teeny weeny arms. Mwahahahaha. Amy was in our group. She is way cool. A teensy bit sarcastic, but she has the quality I look for in every person I know and have the potential to be friends with. She gets my jokes. So yeah, we spent the lesson seeing who was most powerful. I am ashamed to say I didn't win. If only I tried harder. Will's story of his power failure massively scared me.
So, Mr Cinderey says "blah blah blah blah blah- Imogen?" and I randomly speak until something that could be the right answer comes out of my mouth (phrasing everything with a lilt in my voice which makes statements into questions. e.g. "centimetres?"). That was fine. However, my success must have made Mr Cinderey become over-confident in my answering skills. 5 minutes later he is talking about power and BAM! He says "And his arm is eighty-five centimetres long (Ikr, long arm)... The alarm bells are ringing again..." (This is his reference to not measuring distance in centimetres, but in metres) "Imogen?" And I look at him. And then I say "Aaaaah!" and blank him.
So that was Physics. Next was English. Mrs Griffith wasn't there and I didn't do much other than read poems out in a Bristolian accent and the hyperventilate from amusement, so we'll just skip that right out.
P.E! As always, the highlight of the day! How I long for the days when I have P.E. I am not even joking. First though:
I am a teensy bit annoyed.
I mean, first my cake was taken (Okay it was a cake idea, but not only was my theme stolen but I was also made to feel like I had a lack of ability to make cake) and THEN there's what happened in p.e. I'm not really mad at you though. Just a little exasperated.
We were doing the relay in p.e. (Something I actually quite enjoy). I was in a team with Charlotte Hart, Becky Dodd-Cox and Emily Pearce. Now, this is not a team I expect the best from. I cam into this team realising two members were slackers and one was a refuser. This is fine with me. Some people just don't appreciate p.e. These often coincide with those who dislike exercise.
Charlotte outright refused to run. She agreed to walk though. I expected her to just sit on the floor and throw daisies at people. In all honesty, I was mildly proud of her non-effort that involved walking a quarter of the hundred metres she had to go. Let me just remind you that each of us had signed up for a hundred metre sprint.
She got a quarter of the way there. By now the teacher is bored. She yells for me to go anyway. So I do. I start 'sprinting'. I'll be honest, more like fast run. I am currently panicking, as not only has everyone else left, but my relay partner is not where she is supposed to be.
I continue flailing. I mean, running. My speed, in my opinion is quite good. My form, however...
I reach the place where Emily should be. All of the other seconds are now standing around there looking a little tired and mostly relieved they don't have to do anything else. I shout out "I am so confused! I'm panicking, seriously panicking!" and just continue running. I am too dedicated. I need to be more hateful. I also made one of the weirder faces I own in my collection.
In the end, I ran about two hundred metres and then jog/hopped another hundred to where the teacher was. Reason for this? Emily randomly decided to stand ten feet from Becky and call this her area of running. I don't entirely blame her, I also blame Becky, who clearly found this too amusing to point out she was supposed to be on the opposite side of the track.
So that was p.e. Contrary to popular belief, I was actually mildly okay with this. I kind of like running. Don't quote me on that. I prefer cake.
Maths. I can sum that up in two sentences- I saw Jack asleep on his desk. Then I drew individual pictures on my hand.- I'm wrong, I need another one. (The drawing on my hand took deliberated thinking and intense concentration; when I looked up I had only managed to waste ten minutes of my life) That's maths for you. I feel no further explanation is needed, but I will add that I am taught by mr Bo-, I mean Pollock.
Chemistry. I'm vaguely certain that it interested me, but I blanked out whatever happened. Must've been a fun, yet mentally scarring, lesson. XD
I have now got a cake for mr Chapman's 60th birthday tomorrow. It's coffee flavour in the shape of a coffee mug, took two hours to make, and is quite good if I say so myself (which I do).
Getting bored now. I have a yearbook for my year eleven mateys. Right now Amy has it (Write faster, fool!). I will be purchasing an HD video camera with photo options of 8mp for photos and videos to go with it...Yes Ella, we shall have the filming equipment, it is time to paint Will green!
I'm gonna go now. Have a nice night. You should hope you're my friend- if you are then there's some disaster cake from attempt number 1 you may be able to get hold of. Bear in mind that the reason for disaster is that it had to be mug shaped, not that there is something wrong with the cake, and that this one doesn't really taste of coffee... At all...
Nighty night ;)
Thursday 5 May 2011
I Have Mislaid My Sanity
Totally lying. If anyone has some spare sanity, please send it to me. I was born without it. A shame, but not something that has crippled me for life. Much.
God I hate Times New Roman font. It makes me want to stab people. A lot. Which I suppose is a bad thing to publish online. Oh well, what harm can it do? (If I have been arrested tomorrow, please give my drawing of a leprechaun to my cat, Oddie, as he is the only one who will truly appreciate it.)
I've gotten into this terrible habit of singing a few words from a song to a tune vaguely similar to it and then continue with "boo ba boo"s. It's rather annoying, I imagine. I wouldn't know. Also can't stop my foot from tapping. I seriously only just noticed I was doing it. Maybe I shouldn't have had those drinks containing caffiene? AAAAH! PHONE ATTACK!!! I AM FREAKING OUT!!! Phew. It's okay. I covered my ears until it stopped ringing. Major save.
Sorry, I just abandoned you for a bit. Not that you noticed- you're inanimate! (Cue crazy eyes + grin followed by me slowly turning horizontal until I fall off the chair)
I could continue, but I can't much be arsed.
The answer to the question everyone's asking is too big for the minds of mice. Don't ask me for a mix tape, you'll get a cow. OMG I totally love the song 'War(What is it good for?)'. It's my total fave. Nothing in the world beats it. I am going to be singing it all day tomoz.
I can't really play the piano. I really feel like some fruit and nut. Shame I'd have to get up to get it. I'm too lazy for that.
Tennis was SO fun. I love tennis. It's my fave. I don't remember that p.e. teachers name, but she now officially thinks I am very strange. She noticed me singing not just once, not twice, but at least three times. I can't bring myself to be ashamed.
I played with two rackets at one point. I wasn't too bad if I say so myself (which I do...not) Okay, fine. I sucked. But at least I sucked in a cool way.
I like baskets. I am officially writing over three pages in Anna's yearbook just to beat Lucy. I LOVE MY FRIENDS. AND MY... House.
Hahaha my german exchange watched House. You know, the american TV program? No? Who cares! I might at one point in my life own some gummi bears!!!!!!!!
Have a nice night. Avoid cocaine overdoses. Babies and tramps too. Not stray dogs though. They're nice unless they have rabies.
Bye bye ;) xx
God I hate Times New Roman font. It makes me want to stab people. A lot. Which I suppose is a bad thing to publish online. Oh well, what harm can it do? (If I have been arrested tomorrow, please give my drawing of a leprechaun to my cat, Oddie, as he is the only one who will truly appreciate it.)
I've gotten into this terrible habit of singing a few words from a song to a tune vaguely similar to it and then continue with "boo ba boo"s. It's rather annoying, I imagine. I wouldn't know. Also can't stop my foot from tapping. I seriously only just noticed I was doing it. Maybe I shouldn't have had those drinks containing caffiene? AAAAH! PHONE ATTACK!!! I AM FREAKING OUT!!! Phew. It's okay. I covered my ears until it stopped ringing. Major save.
Sorry, I just abandoned you for a bit. Not that you noticed- you're inanimate! (Cue crazy eyes + grin followed by me slowly turning horizontal until I fall off the chair)
I could continue, but I can't much be arsed.
The answer to the question everyone's asking is too big for the minds of mice. Don't ask me for a mix tape, you'll get a cow. OMG I totally love the song 'War(What is it good for?)'. It's my total fave. Nothing in the world beats it. I am going to be singing it all day tomoz.
I can't really play the piano. I really feel like some fruit and nut. Shame I'd have to get up to get it. I'm too lazy for that.
Tennis was SO fun. I love tennis. It's my fave. I don't remember that p.e. teachers name, but she now officially thinks I am very strange. She noticed me singing not just once, not twice, but at least three times. I can't bring myself to be ashamed.
I played with two rackets at one point. I wasn't too bad if I say so myself (which I do...not) Okay, fine. I sucked. But at least I sucked in a cool way.
I like baskets. I am officially writing over three pages in Anna's yearbook just to beat Lucy. I LOVE MY FRIENDS. AND MY... House.
Hahaha my german exchange watched House. You know, the american TV program? No? Who cares! I might at one point in my life own some gummi bears!!!!!!!!
Have a nice night. Avoid cocaine overdoses. Babies and tramps too. Not stray dogs though. They're nice unless they have rabies.
Bye bye ;) xx
Wednesday 4 May 2011
Bondage and other ordinary things
So, William. Here I am, looking like a fool, writing about bondage. I'll be honest, I don't have much experience in this area. Even if I did used to occasionally tie myself to the bed as a child simply to prove I could escape. What can I say? My sister wasn't much company. I suppose that's a testament to what Will was saying. There isn't enough bondage in the world.
Now, I can't say that I definetely agree with that but, having seen very little (no) bondage in my lifetime, I have to be honest. It is certainly restricted. I don't have too much to say on the subject I'm afraid, what with the thrums of bonjovi running through my speakers. Bonjovi is distracting. At lunchtime today, Anna asked me to hold on to her, and I burst out singing 'Livin' on a Prayer'. Fortunately, both she and Naha joined in. The rest of the room full of year 11s thought us a little odd. Still. The point is that Bonjovi is all-consuming- and therefore not something to listen to when multi-tasking.
I went to the mayfair today. Ella and I shared a mahoosive bag of candy-floss. I was probably hyper the whole time. I also had a McDonalds happy meal :'). And then I sat in the car and nearly went to sleep with my major sugar come down. If Will is reading this he probably just laughed at the word 'come'. Even if I did 'spell it wrong'.
People kept staring at me when I was sitting on the floor with Will and Ella's bags. Tbf, Idc. Suck it. And my amazing text language. Up your bottoms. That's right. I am starting. Are you talking to me? I will put my facial features in your personal space area!
I'm quite cold, despite the fact it's summer. My house is always cold :/ Especially my bedroom. Not that I'm in my bedroom. My pc gets no Wi-Fi :(
Never did I think I would look forward to school. I mean, I have HUMUNGOUS amounts of homework to do. (Don't care if I spelled humungous wrong). That's what the weekend is for. Just kidding. That's what the twenty minutes before school starts are for XD
I don't like to hugely show-off, but I am super pleased with my Science results. I told my parents I would be getting them today yesterday. They still haven't asked. Either they've forgotten, or they're afraid that my R.E. result wasn't a one off and that I'm a real fail. Maybe on friday I'll get my English back too. Anyone reading this probably already knows what I got, so I won't bother writing it. I still don't really believe it anyway. Wouldn't want to publish it only to find out later that I'm actually a retard and the markers were messing with me for a social experiment.
Soz. I'm accidently becoming boring. Side-effect of sugar come-down. More sugar in my body, more interesting I am. At least, kind of. It's like that thing with gremlins (Don't let them drink alcohol before 6). So long as I don't have anything too sugary I remain at an acceptable weird rating of about eight. As soon as I get the sugar I reach the 9-10 area. Sugar come-down brings me down to a 6 and puts me up to a 4 on the mildly depressing scale.
So, I guess I'm nearly finished. In all fairness my banana is nowhere near full enough to sustain your Suzuki.
It's my life it's now or never. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive. Words of Queen. I love Queen. Not the Queen. Not that I have anything against her. I just don't love her. You can't get arrested for not loving the queen can you? Sozzard queeny, love you really. Especially your yellow dress. I saw you in something similar the year before last for your christmas speech. Positively dashing.
I called tights "Tree socks" today. To be totally fair, it was in German, and the German word for tree and leg are similar. Baum and Beim. Okay, fine. Not that similar. Personally I quite like the idea of calling them "Tree socks." Of course, we could just call them tights if we knew the German word for tights.
The cord of my study phone hangs down and wraps around the lamp. It looks like it's strangling it. That's quite mean. I should have a word with it. I should have smelt like strawberry jam today. This I like. Not that I'm too fond of strawberry jam. Not that I don't like it. I'm fine with strawberry jam. I just rarely eat it. In fact, it's quite delicious.
I feel like I should develope strange eating habits to go with my personality. When I was a child I used to make chilly puree toasties. Chilly puree, cheese and occasionally tomato ketchup. I enjoy chips and milkshake greatly, even if I rarely have a milkshake to dip them in. If I dipped my chips in my milkshake in the presence of my dad he would go ballistic. Ballistic means powered by gunpowder or something similar. Let me look it up. It is the science of mechanics that deal with projectiles (i.e. bullets, missiles and such). Therefore someone who has 'gone ballistic' has turned into a gun. I suppose it refers to the fact that they might throw something. I don't like people throwing things at me.
Bored now. Probs gonna finish. I do still have my mini shopping trolley.
p.s. I am very mildly annoyed with Jack and Emily for not coming to town. Ly really :)
p.p.s. Tomorrow we have p.e. Tennis. 'Me throwing the ball at Ella. "The ball is my mum Ella." I throw it so that it lightly taps her shoulder. "My mum is hitting on you."
Now, I can't say that I definetely agree with that but, having seen very little (no) bondage in my lifetime, I have to be honest. It is certainly restricted. I don't have too much to say on the subject I'm afraid, what with the thrums of bonjovi running through my speakers. Bonjovi is distracting. At lunchtime today, Anna asked me to hold on to her, and I burst out singing 'Livin' on a Prayer'. Fortunately, both she and Naha joined in. The rest of the room full of year 11s thought us a little odd. Still. The point is that Bonjovi is all-consuming- and therefore not something to listen to when multi-tasking.
I went to the mayfair today. Ella and I shared a mahoosive bag of candy-floss. I was probably hyper the whole time. I also had a McDonalds happy meal :'). And then I sat in the car and nearly went to sleep with my major sugar come down. If Will is reading this he probably just laughed at the word 'come'. Even if I did 'spell it wrong'.
People kept staring at me when I was sitting on the floor with Will and Ella's bags. Tbf, Idc. Suck it. And my amazing text language. Up your bottoms. That's right. I am starting. Are you talking to me? I will put my facial features in your personal space area!
I'm quite cold, despite the fact it's summer. My house is always cold :/ Especially my bedroom. Not that I'm in my bedroom. My pc gets no Wi-Fi :(
Never did I think I would look forward to school. I mean, I have HUMUNGOUS amounts of homework to do. (Don't care if I spelled humungous wrong). That's what the weekend is for. Just kidding. That's what the twenty minutes before school starts are for XD
I don't like to hugely show-off, but I am super pleased with my Science results. I told my parents I would be getting them today yesterday. They still haven't asked. Either they've forgotten, or they're afraid that my R.E. result wasn't a one off and that I'm a real fail. Maybe on friday I'll get my English back too. Anyone reading this probably already knows what I got, so I won't bother writing it. I still don't really believe it anyway. Wouldn't want to publish it only to find out later that I'm actually a retard and the markers were messing with me for a social experiment.
Soz. I'm accidently becoming boring. Side-effect of sugar come-down. More sugar in my body, more interesting I am. At least, kind of. It's like that thing with gremlins (Don't let them drink alcohol before 6). So long as I don't have anything too sugary I remain at an acceptable weird rating of about eight. As soon as I get the sugar I reach the 9-10 area. Sugar come-down brings me down to a 6 and puts me up to a 4 on the mildly depressing scale.
So, I guess I'm nearly finished. In all fairness my banana is nowhere near full enough to sustain your Suzuki.
It's my life it's now or never. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive. Words of Queen. I love Queen. Not the Queen. Not that I have anything against her. I just don't love her. You can't get arrested for not loving the queen can you? Sozzard queeny, love you really. Especially your yellow dress. I saw you in something similar the year before last for your christmas speech. Positively dashing.
I called tights "Tree socks" today. To be totally fair, it was in German, and the German word for tree and leg are similar. Baum and Beim. Okay, fine. Not that similar. Personally I quite like the idea of calling them "Tree socks." Of course, we could just call them tights if we knew the German word for tights.
The cord of my study phone hangs down and wraps around the lamp. It looks like it's strangling it. That's quite mean. I should have a word with it. I should have smelt like strawberry jam today. This I like. Not that I'm too fond of strawberry jam. Not that I don't like it. I'm fine with strawberry jam. I just rarely eat it. In fact, it's quite delicious.
I feel like I should develope strange eating habits to go with my personality. When I was a child I used to make chilly puree toasties. Chilly puree, cheese and occasionally tomato ketchup. I enjoy chips and milkshake greatly, even if I rarely have a milkshake to dip them in. If I dipped my chips in my milkshake in the presence of my dad he would go ballistic. Ballistic means powered by gunpowder or something similar. Let me look it up. It is the science of mechanics that deal with projectiles (i.e. bullets, missiles and such). Therefore someone who has 'gone ballistic' has turned into a gun. I suppose it refers to the fact that they might throw something. I don't like people throwing things at me.
Bored now. Probs gonna finish. I do still have my mini shopping trolley.
p.s. I am very mildly annoyed with Jack and Emily for not coming to town. Ly really :)
p.p.s. Tomorrow we have p.e. Tennis. 'Me throwing the ball at Ella. "The ball is my mum Ella." I throw it so that it lightly taps her shoulder. "My mum is hitting on you."
Monday 2 May 2011
First Official Post Will Appear Wednesday
An antidisestablishmentarianismist was once surprised when a duck shouted "bamboozle!" at him.
The end.
bamboozle. Antidisestablishmentarianismist.
bamboozle. Antidisestablishmentarianismist.
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