"And all the angels they'll be singing ah la la la ah la la la I la la la la love you."
"And nothings going to stop me but divine intervention."
"I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend."
"But you don't fold, you don't fade, you've got everything you need."
"Live high, live mighty, live righteously, takin' it easy, live high, live mighty, live righteously."
"What a fool I'd be to start complaining now."
"If it's a broken part, replace it but, if it's a broken arm then brace it, if it's a broken heart then face it."
"Every motion is closer to touching the coyotes sing when the feast on your loving."
"Are my manners misinterpreted words or only human?"
"Gimme gimme that high five."
"Well all I really wanna do is love you."
"Hey, what a beautiful mess this is, it's like picking up trash in dresses."
I'm in love with Jason Mraz; or his songs anyway. He writes very interesting lyrics. They make you think, make you laugh, make your blush, make you sing, make you dance, make you steal things.
Yes yes. Good person. Good songs. Love love.
23 May 2009
Like Leaves In The Wind Floating Free
We finished school yesterday, can you believe it? Let me tell you about it, it's a wonderful story. This tale comes in three parts.
Part One: Half Day
Waking up at 6:15am isn't the time I usually get up my yesterday's early morning excitement was too much. Somehow I managed to get ready, all dolled up, by quarter past seven which meant I had time to go on facebook. Oh yeah, nevermind about leaving school so long as I can check facebook before I leave...how sad.
To be honest, I don't really remember the first part of yesterday. I have random bursts of memories but other then that it's all a bit of a haze. Not because I drank or anything stupid but because I had such a busy day.
I remember walking down to collect my folder and my shoes making such a racket that I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. Also I remember her saying that I hadn't decided on my A Levels which I had. Oh, and also the year 7's singing "Love Story" to us; that was sweet.
I remember the words "Have Courage".
I remember the tears afterwards that would not stop falling from everyone else's eyes. I remember not crying. I remember being too happy to cry.
I remember hugging my form tutor and the feeling of accomplishment.
I remember my graphics teacher's grin when we took photos of him; he has the most adorable smile for a middle to old aged man.
But it doesn't matter what I do and don't remember, I have the whole day captures in photographs. I think I'm going to print those properly; everyone looked so beautiful.
Part Two: Penne a Pollo Zaffarano
By the second half of the day it was midday; lunch time. Lunch time for us meant a booked table and the very open, fresh and friendly Prezzo. The seven of us entered the restaurant still all dressed to kill with a table booked for all of us.
A couple don't really order their own food, usually their parents to. I thank my mother for forcing me to order my own food since a young age as now I have no problem with it. So, playing father with my partner sat next to me playing mother, we ordered our food plus two jugs of water as the first one wasn't enough for all of us.
With a food demolished and the bill paid it was time to meet with everyone else in town. But there was a problem; it was windy outside. Why oh why must it be winding when I was wearing such a girly skirt? And why hadn't I worn better underwear? Now thanks to the blasted wind and the many many hills in town, the group were allowed a preview of my very embarrassing red pants with ducks patterned on them. Greeaaattt.
Thankfully there was a clothes shop opposite where we were meeting with allowed me to dash in with a friend and buy a pair of denim shorts - and boy were they short. After changing into them in the book shop toilets I resembled someone who is pretty much the complete opposite to me. Someone who wears see-through heels and their best friend is a pole. To rid this image, I whipped of my heels and danced around town with everyone in a vest top and denim short-shorts. I had gone from formal female to beach babe in a matter of minutes. Excellent.
Sadly, I felt a little out of place then as I was the only one not in formal wear in our group. This didn't matter though, I'd rather that then to have my skirt blow up every few seconds and letting everyone in town see my undies. Not a good look.
Once we had all regrouped, we headed down to the beach as we had heard about some sort of party going on even though it didn't start until 7pm and it was only 3pm. After sitting on one beach for a while we decided a change of scene would be good. Altogether we jumped aboard the noddy train and were carried back to the beach most of us usually go to. On the way we screamed and waved wildly at any innocent pedestrian we saw at the beach in the hopes that they would wave back to us; and many did - especially the oldies. We also decided that swearing on the noddy train should be punishable by death as the vehicle was so innocent and "such a mockingbird".
When we reached our destination we found ourselves going to somewhere that we weren't really sure of. As the train stopped, we all clambered off thinking this was the end of the line. This was not the case however and the train drove off just minutes after we got off. This left us stuck in our formal wear (or beach wear in my case) trying to figure out how to get to our homes. In the end we decided to separate and meet up again at the pier at 6:30pm. This was originally a grand idea, the only problem was that we had to walk back. I ended walking with the person who was "mother" at the restaurant and so mother and father walked home, barefoot, in the boiling hot sun.
Now let me explain, since the moment I took my shoes off in town, to the moment I got home, I did not wear any shoes or socks. You may be wondering why. Well the pain that my heel would have caused was nothing compared to the burns I received on the bottoms on my feet - but that's not to say that walking home barefoot didn't hurt.
Walking along the clifftop was fine for a while until we were met with pebbly cement. Why on earth would you make cement pebbly? It's not a good idea for grip, it just hurts. So mother and father hobbled along the pavement at about 1 mph complaining about how painful and cruel the world was but still refusing to put on their shoes as they were too terrified of the pain they would cause too. As mother left to go down her road to her house, father had to solider on to her home. I searched for every little piece of shade I could find on the road as a safe-haven that didn't work. The parts of path that were in the shade were hot enough but the parts in the sun gave 3rd degree burns to the soles of your feet. Walking like some kind of cowboy, I managed to shuffle my way towards home. When my feet touched the cold porch floor it was like heaven on my feet.
Shoving my feet into the bathtub of hot water and bubbles also helped with the pain. Somehow, I had managed to cut little bits of the top of my feet as well as get burn blisters on the bottom of my feet. I had to literally scrub my feet to get through the layer of dirt that covered them, quite disgusting actually.
Part Three: Chips and Rocky Road
It was time for another costume change before I brave walking outside again. This time it was leggings, a long shirt and a new purple cardigan with sensible and very very comfortable shoes - oh, and socks. Putting on my socks was the best feeling in the world. They instantly comforted my poor aching feet and protected them from anymore pain that I could possibly inflict on them. My poor feet.
After failing to meet up with the "mother" of this "mother and father" couple that had been created in the restaurant, I made my way down to the pier on my own arriving 10 minutes late but somehow just on time to see everyone else arrive. Everyone had changed and still all looked wonderful in their usual gear. It was back to normal on the outside but something was definitely different on the inside.
Once everyone had arrived we decided to make our way down to where everyone was supposedly meeting. As we came closer to a group that we thought was our lot, we decided to cook up a plan in case we didn't fancy joining them so we wouldn't have to make that embarrassing journey towards everyone from the promenade down to the beach to find out once your only a couple of metres away that you don't really want to be around the people who are there and then turn slowly and leave whilst everyone laughed. Our plan was that we would walk past and wave if we knew them but didn't really want to stay. This way we wouldn't seem rude by completely ignoring them but also it wouldn't cost us any embarrassment of the shameful walk. Strangely, the group we saw first were no way the people we were thinking of finding seeing as they were 20-odd so we just carried on.
After traipsing up and down for about half an hour, I admittedly began to get very annoyed. All the indecision's and walking was getting to me. All I wanted to do was sit down on the beach somewhere and enjoy the time with the people I actually care about. I certainly did not want to go round trying to find a so-called "party" when there was obviously no-one there and the people who were going to be at the party weren't exactly friends, so what was the point? Eventually we sat and refused to move anymore. People who had also been looking for this "party" came along and sat for a while but soon left thinking that they were close to the "real party". To be honest I was happy to stay were I was without the alcohol, loud music and chavvy people to make our gathering a party. I'm such an old woman. ("SHUT UP")
At around 8:30pm everyone was beginning to get a bit hungry again so mother and father went on a hunt for chips. We went of promising the group we'd be back in roughly half an hour with food and drinks and not to move. Oh, and tell anyone who we did not like to go away seeing as we could say that to them now that we've finished school.
The adventure to get chips began in Somerfield where we bought two 1.5L bottles for a pound (bargain!) and a tub of rocky road cakes. We then moved onto the chip shop to buy 3 portions of chips which we thought would feed the ten or more people who were there with us. Whilst waiting for the chips, we realised that we didn't want anyone who wasn't with our group to eat any of our food. Because of this we phoned the group and told them to move away from anyone and meet us by the loos as "we'd be there soon". After getting the chips, we had to make another dash into Somerfield to buy ketchup and salt. Two more bargains, the ketchup being just 45p for a bottle and the salt something silly like 14p. Brilliant.
Once we reached the beach again, we caught people just about to leave as they had to get home again. Bummer we thought, no way are we going to finish the chips with only 5 of us left. Oh how wrong we were. One of us (she will remain un-named like the rest of the lot) managed to eat a whole portion to herself whereas the other 2 portions were shared between 2 people. What a greedy animal (although "mother" had said in the chip shop that the beast counted as 3 people when food is concerned). Once the hungry one had finished she left explaining that she wanted to get home before it was dark. This left mother, father and their last two children to stay on the beach until it was dark - just so the father could cross it off her list of stuff to do in the summer. Once documenting this with a photograph, they made their way home again.
The two "children" were being picked up which went that the "mother and father" had to walk home in the dark together. This wasn't too bad as they had each other and were streetwise about the dangers of nighttime - this isn't to say they weren't terrified though. As they lived a few streets away from each other, the pair had to separate after the spine-chilling Woodland Walk. Father told mother to get her keys out and scratch anyone in the face who dared approach her and also to phone one another if they got scared.
And father neared her house, she got a phone call from mother as she was scared and wanted someone to talk to. Luckily both were perfectly fine and managed to reach their houses safely before 10pm which left enough time for "father" have another bath to soak her feet. Overall, a ridiculously fantastic day.
One day, three parts, two hundred and sixty-six photos and a life time supply of happy memories. Thank you everyone who made my time at Avonbourne so amazing. I love you all.
Avonbourne Leavers 04-09
Part One: Half Day
Waking up at 6:15am isn't the time I usually get up my yesterday's early morning excitement was too much. Somehow I managed to get ready, all dolled up, by quarter past seven which meant I had time to go on facebook. Oh yeah, nevermind about leaving school so long as I can check facebook before I leave...how sad.
To be honest, I don't really remember the first part of yesterday. I have random bursts of memories but other then that it's all a bit of a haze. Not because I drank or anything stupid but because I had such a busy day.
I remember walking down to collect my folder and my shoes making such a racket that I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. Also I remember her saying that I hadn't decided on my A Levels which I had. Oh, and also the year 7's singing "Love Story" to us; that was sweet.
I remember the words "Have Courage".
I remember the tears afterwards that would not stop falling from everyone else's eyes. I remember not crying. I remember being too happy to cry.
I remember hugging my form tutor and the feeling of accomplishment.
I remember my graphics teacher's grin when we took photos of him; he has the most adorable smile for a middle to old aged man.
But it doesn't matter what I do and don't remember, I have the whole day captures in photographs. I think I'm going to print those properly; everyone looked so beautiful.
Part Two: Penne a Pollo Zaffarano
By the second half of the day it was midday; lunch time. Lunch time for us meant a booked table and the very open, fresh and friendly Prezzo. The seven of us entered the restaurant still all dressed to kill with a table booked for all of us.
A couple don't really order their own food, usually their parents to. I thank my mother for forcing me to order my own food since a young age as now I have no problem with it. So, playing father with my partner sat next to me playing mother, we ordered our food plus two jugs of water as the first one wasn't enough for all of us.
With a food demolished and the bill paid it was time to meet with everyone else in town. But there was a problem; it was windy outside. Why oh why must it be winding when I was wearing such a girly skirt? And why hadn't I worn better underwear? Now thanks to the blasted wind and the many many hills in town, the group were allowed a preview of my very embarrassing red pants with ducks patterned on them. Greeaaattt.
Thankfully there was a clothes shop opposite where we were meeting with allowed me to dash in with a friend and buy a pair of denim shorts - and boy were they short. After changing into them in the book shop toilets I resembled someone who is pretty much the complete opposite to me. Someone who wears see-through heels and their best friend is a pole. To rid this image, I whipped of my heels and danced around town with everyone in a vest top and denim short-shorts. I had gone from formal female to beach babe in a matter of minutes. Excellent.
Sadly, I felt a little out of place then as I was the only one not in formal wear in our group. This didn't matter though, I'd rather that then to have my skirt blow up every few seconds and letting everyone in town see my undies. Not a good look.
Once we had all regrouped, we headed down to the beach as we had heard about some sort of party going on even though it didn't start until 7pm and it was only 3pm. After sitting on one beach for a while we decided a change of scene would be good. Altogether we jumped aboard the noddy train and were carried back to the beach most of us usually go to. On the way we screamed and waved wildly at any innocent pedestrian we saw at the beach in the hopes that they would wave back to us; and many did - especially the oldies. We also decided that swearing on the noddy train should be punishable by death as the vehicle was so innocent and "such a mockingbird".
When we reached our destination we found ourselves going to somewhere that we weren't really sure of. As the train stopped, we all clambered off thinking this was the end of the line. This was not the case however and the train drove off just minutes after we got off. This left us stuck in our formal wear (or beach wear in my case) trying to figure out how to get to our homes. In the end we decided to separate and meet up again at the pier at 6:30pm. This was originally a grand idea, the only problem was that we had to walk back. I ended walking with the person who was "mother" at the restaurant and so mother and father walked home, barefoot, in the boiling hot sun.
Now let me explain, since the moment I took my shoes off in town, to the moment I got home, I did not wear any shoes or socks. You may be wondering why. Well the pain that my heel would have caused was nothing compared to the burns I received on the bottoms on my feet - but that's not to say that walking home barefoot didn't hurt.
Walking along the clifftop was fine for a while until we were met with pebbly cement. Why on earth would you make cement pebbly? It's not a good idea for grip, it just hurts. So mother and father hobbled along the pavement at about 1 mph complaining about how painful and cruel the world was but still refusing to put on their shoes as they were too terrified of the pain they would cause too. As mother left to go down her road to her house, father had to solider on to her home. I searched for every little piece of shade I could find on the road as a safe-haven that didn't work. The parts of path that were in the shade were hot enough but the parts in the sun gave 3rd degree burns to the soles of your feet. Walking like some kind of cowboy, I managed to shuffle my way towards home. When my feet touched the cold porch floor it was like heaven on my feet.
Shoving my feet into the bathtub of hot water and bubbles also helped with the pain. Somehow, I had managed to cut little bits of the top of my feet as well as get burn blisters on the bottom of my feet. I had to literally scrub my feet to get through the layer of dirt that covered them, quite disgusting actually.
Part Three: Chips and Rocky Road
It was time for another costume change before I brave walking outside again. This time it was leggings, a long shirt and a new purple cardigan with sensible and very very comfortable shoes - oh, and socks. Putting on my socks was the best feeling in the world. They instantly comforted my poor aching feet and protected them from anymore pain that I could possibly inflict on them. My poor feet.
After failing to meet up with the "mother" of this "mother and father" couple that had been created in the restaurant, I made my way down to the pier on my own arriving 10 minutes late but somehow just on time to see everyone else arrive. Everyone had changed and still all looked wonderful in their usual gear. It was back to normal on the outside but something was definitely different on the inside.
Once everyone had arrived we decided to make our way down to where everyone was supposedly meeting. As we came closer to a group that we thought was our lot, we decided to cook up a plan in case we didn't fancy joining them so we wouldn't have to make that embarrassing journey towards everyone from the promenade down to the beach to find out once your only a couple of metres away that you don't really want to be around the people who are there and then turn slowly and leave whilst everyone laughed. Our plan was that we would walk past and wave if we knew them but didn't really want to stay. This way we wouldn't seem rude by completely ignoring them but also it wouldn't cost us any embarrassment of the shameful walk. Strangely, the group we saw first were no way the people we were thinking of finding seeing as they were 20-odd so we just carried on.
After traipsing up and down for about half an hour, I admittedly began to get very annoyed. All the indecision's and walking was getting to me. All I wanted to do was sit down on the beach somewhere and enjoy the time with the people I actually care about. I certainly did not want to go round trying to find a so-called "party" when there was obviously no-one there and the people who were going to be at the party weren't exactly friends, so what was the point? Eventually we sat and refused to move anymore. People who had also been looking for this "party" came along and sat for a while but soon left thinking that they were close to the "real party". To be honest I was happy to stay were I was without the alcohol, loud music and chavvy people to make our gathering a party. I'm such an old woman. ("SHUT UP")
At around 8:30pm everyone was beginning to get a bit hungry again so mother and father went on a hunt for chips. We went of promising the group we'd be back in roughly half an hour with food and drinks and not to move. Oh, and tell anyone who we did not like to go away seeing as we could say that to them now that we've finished school.
The adventure to get chips began in Somerfield where we bought two 1.5L bottles for a pound (bargain!) and a tub of rocky road cakes. We then moved onto the chip shop to buy 3 portions of chips which we thought would feed the ten or more people who were there with us. Whilst waiting for the chips, we realised that we didn't want anyone who wasn't with our group to eat any of our food. Because of this we phoned the group and told them to move away from anyone and meet us by the loos as "we'd be there soon". After getting the chips, we had to make another dash into Somerfield to buy ketchup and salt. Two more bargains, the ketchup being just 45p for a bottle and the salt something silly like 14p. Brilliant.
Once we reached the beach again, we caught people just about to leave as they had to get home again. Bummer we thought, no way are we going to finish the chips with only 5 of us left. Oh how wrong we were. One of us (she will remain un-named like the rest of the lot) managed to eat a whole portion to herself whereas the other 2 portions were shared between 2 people. What a greedy animal (although "mother" had said in the chip shop that the beast counted as 3 people when food is concerned). Once the hungry one had finished she left explaining that she wanted to get home before it was dark. This left mother, father and their last two children to stay on the beach until it was dark - just so the father could cross it off her list of stuff to do in the summer. Once documenting this with a photograph, they made their way home again.
The two "children" were being picked up which went that the "mother and father" had to walk home in the dark together. This wasn't too bad as they had each other and were streetwise about the dangers of nighttime - this isn't to say they weren't terrified though. As they lived a few streets away from each other, the pair had to separate after the spine-chilling Woodland Walk. Father told mother to get her keys out and scratch anyone in the face who dared approach her and also to phone one another if they got scared.
And father neared her house, she got a phone call from mother as she was scared and wanted someone to talk to. Luckily both were perfectly fine and managed to reach their houses safely before 10pm which left enough time for "father" have another bath to soak her feet. Overall, a ridiculously fantastic day.
One day, three parts, two hundred and sixty-six photos and a life time supply of happy memories. Thank you everyone who made my time at Avonbourne so amazing. I love you all.
Avonbourne Leavers 04-09
8 May 2009
Oh Such Torturous Things
I'm so happy more people are blogging. It's such a revolution. Well probably not but I think it is. That makes no sense but I'm so tired I really don't give a damn. Oh, happy mood gone. Sorry.
I really really detest exams at the moment and we haven't even started them yet. I have a drama exam on Monday (obviously it's not just me but you get what I mean) and I really don't want it. It's really nerve-racking but perhaps that's because our drama is pretty much crap and it's too late to change it now. Shame. We could do so much better.
A guy just walked past my house with the most shocking red head I've ever seen. Now usually when you say that it's an exaggeration but I'm not kidding, it was literally like a tangerine. Poor bloke, I bet he gets bullied sometimes. I don't understand why, I mean personally I love ginger hair because usually the people are quite interesting but I'm contradicting myself now.
Awwh, there's a little old lady walking past now with a nice head of grey curly hair - sort of like you can tell she's just had it done. Her purple/grey floral coat looks rather cozy too. She looks like a proper granny. Oh how a love old people.
Pervert.
It's the weekend already, can you believe it? We only had 4 days working this week - good ol' bank holidays.
Sadly, I have to go now; my teeth need brushing. Yum yum.
I really really detest exams at the moment and we haven't even started them yet. I have a drama exam on Monday (obviously it's not just me but you get what I mean) and I really don't want it. It's really nerve-racking but perhaps that's because our drama is pretty much crap and it's too late to change it now. Shame. We could do so much better.
A guy just walked past my house with the most shocking red head I've ever seen. Now usually when you say that it's an exaggeration but I'm not kidding, it was literally like a tangerine. Poor bloke, I bet he gets bullied sometimes. I don't understand why, I mean personally I love ginger hair because usually the people are quite interesting but I'm contradicting myself now.
Awwh, there's a little old lady walking past now with a nice head of grey curly hair - sort of like you can tell she's just had it done. Her purple/grey floral coat looks rather cozy too. She looks like a proper granny. Oh how a love old people.
Pervert.
It's the weekend already, can you believe it? We only had 4 days working this week - good ol' bank holidays.
Sadly, I have to go now; my teeth need brushing. Yum yum.
5 May 2009
I Just Want To Bottle The Sun
Do you ever find that people re-use phrases just a little too much? There's two floating around at the moment. First, the opening to many people's letters of goodbye, "well what can I say?". I'm not saying it's wrong to say it but it's a bit of a silly question. Not only are you going to answer the question in the letter but you are going to do so in detail. Please do not write this in my leaver's book, it'll only upset me as I may think you have nothing to say to me. How sad.
The second phrase is one that gets used so much it has lost it's meaning; "that's hilarious". Fair enough if that situation is hilarious but when someone has lost their pen or similar and you announce to the class that it is "actually hilarious", well, it's not. Please shush.
I can see the moon again so I haven't closed the curtains; why on earth would I want to shut away such a pretty thing? It's a shame I can't see the stars. I need to go to a field in the forest for that. Maybe later, it's a little chilly right now.
I feel like singing I'm in such a good mood! I think it may have been from speaking online and the happiness has just leaked though the interwebs. Oh how I love it.
I need more summer songs, any suggestions?
The second phrase is one that gets used so much it has lost it's meaning; "that's hilarious". Fair enough if that situation is hilarious but when someone has lost their pen or similar and you announce to the class that it is "actually hilarious", well, it's not. Please shush.
I can see the moon again so I haven't closed the curtains; why on earth would I want to shut away such a pretty thing? It's a shame I can't see the stars. I need to go to a field in the forest for that. Maybe later, it's a little chilly right now.
I feel like singing I'm in such a good mood! I think it may have been from speaking online and the happiness has just leaked though the interwebs. Oh how I love it.
I need more summer songs, any suggestions?
4 May 2009
In Silence
I believe a congratulations is in order. Dearest Pinkie, I know you don't read this but congratulations on your subscriber count - I'm so happy for you! If you do not have a clue who I'm talking about, have a nosey at this: http://www.youtube.com/user/alexfralexmelonwax.
Revision must bee the most boring thing to pass the time with and I only started today. I now have parts of my walls absolutely covered in Judaism and biology notes in the hope that I'll remember them all. Fun times.
Business and drama exam next week. Then math, English lit, biology and business again the week after. Oh how exciting my life is becoming!
I think my current addiction to Pokemon Pearl (yeah, I have the less-popular one) has made everything else more technical. Let me explain, as I was falling asleep last night a thought came to me that I was not falling asleep but waiting for sleep to load. Also, when I was writing out revision notes with the felt tips I bought recently I imagined what it would be like to have to buy new ink similar to printer ink for pens instead rather then just buying new pens. Then I thought how expensive the pen ink would be. Or how cheap a printer could be if you reversed that though and you had to buy a new printer instead of new ink cartridges. You see what I mean? It's not a good sign.
Revision must bee the most boring thing to pass the time with and I only started today. I now have parts of my walls absolutely covered in Judaism and biology notes in the hope that I'll remember them all. Fun times.
Business and drama exam next week. Then math, English lit, biology and business again the week after. Oh how exciting my life is becoming!
I think my current addiction to Pokemon Pearl (yeah, I have the less-popular one) has made everything else more technical. Let me explain, as I was falling asleep last night a thought came to me that I was not falling asleep but waiting for sleep to load. Also, when I was writing out revision notes with the felt tips I bought recently I imagined what it would be like to have to buy new ink similar to printer ink for pens instead rather then just buying new pens. Then I thought how expensive the pen ink would be. Or how cheap a printer could be if you reversed that though and you had to buy a new printer instead of new ink cartridges. You see what I mean? It's not a good sign.
3 May 2009
Jitterbug.
All aboard the fail boat. I forgot to blog - I mean, I remembered but didn't have enough time. I only got back at 3am this morning (of course this morning otherwise I wouldn't have written "am"). Babysitting is going to kill my exams but it pays well so I can't complain.
I have the words cosmic and cancer written faintly on my wrist. I love the word cosmic, it's a very sparkly word. I think we should all start saying it more often so instead of saying "yeah that was good" or "cool!" we could all start saying things like "that trip was cosmic" or "your new nose is cosmic". A all new word for something positive. It's very 70's though isn't it? But who cares, the 70's were fun, right?
Cancer on the other hand is the complete opposite of cosmic. It is the most un-cosmic word out there in my eyes. It's a haunting infection that takes over an innocent person. It's a cough after the "last" cigarette. It's a bullied child. It's the very model of the new-age plague. I also feel for those whose star sign is cancer. Not only is it a deathly word but the sign for it is a crab. For those with a twisted mind, this isn't a good symbol.
I have the line "The very model of a model of a mother" from Simon Armitage's Homecoming stuck in my head. This reminds me of Fight Club and how he describes insomnia as "a copy of a copy of a copy". I love repetition, it makes everything so much more believable.
Did you know that if you whisper a lie to someone they are more likely to believe it? Try it.
I have the words cosmic and cancer written faintly on my wrist. I love the word cosmic, it's a very sparkly word. I think we should all start saying it more often so instead of saying "yeah that was good" or "cool!" we could all start saying things like "that trip was cosmic" or "your new nose is cosmic". A all new word for something positive. It's very 70's though isn't it? But who cares, the 70's were fun, right?
Cancer on the other hand is the complete opposite of cosmic. It is the most un-cosmic word out there in my eyes. It's a haunting infection that takes over an innocent person. It's a cough after the "last" cigarette. It's a bullied child. It's the very model of the new-age plague. I also feel for those whose star sign is cancer. Not only is it a deathly word but the sign for it is a crab. For those with a twisted mind, this isn't a good symbol.
I have the line "The very model of a model of a mother" from Simon Armitage's Homecoming stuck in my head. This reminds me of Fight Club and how he describes insomnia as "a copy of a copy of a copy". I love repetition, it makes everything so much more believable.
Did you know that if you whisper a lie to someone they are more likely to believe it? Try it.
1 May 2009
I Want To Get Away, Yeah.
This tea doesn't taste very nice, I think there's full fat milk in it and it really does make a difference. I had such a good day today; it's been one of those times when everything just seems to be going your way and everything's positive. Plus the fact that I fangirled over Ron Weasley but let's not go into that.
It's the first of May today but too late to "pinch/punch" you. Instead, I've decided to make a commitment. Every day this month I'm going to blog. Every single day for 31 days; I doubt many people will read it but hey ho. I got the idea from YouTube, it's originally called VEDA (Vlog Every Day April) but seeing as I don't really vlog and I missed April, I'll blog in May instead. What a rebel.
I just had an idea fora photograph. Maybe I'll take it and put it up here for you to see. But probably not. Maybe I'll put it on deviantART...or maybe not.
Have you ever thought of what you would be like if you were the opposite of yourself? I would smoke, I would have a shaved head, I would be a boy, I would drink, I would party all night, I would hate most music, I would be tall, I would be known by everyone, I would wear black, baggy clothes, I would never laugh, I would be good at science, I wouldn't blog, I would have taken music for GCSE, I would be in a band. I know exactly who I would be like. Thank the holy cow I'm not the opposite of me. I would hate that. Or would I? I'm confusing myself.
I've watched Fight Club twice in twenty four hours. I love it and not because of Brad Pitt. The storyline is so clever and well thought out. And the twist at the end! Pure brilliance. It's gold wrapped up in a film reel.
Shopping, babysitting, no party, bed. My tomorrow will be a bright one...
It's the first of May today but too late to "pinch/punch" you. Instead, I've decided to make a commitment. Every day this month I'm going to blog. Every single day for 31 days; I doubt many people will read it but hey ho. I got the idea from YouTube, it's originally called VEDA (Vlog Every Day April) but seeing as I don't really vlog and I missed April, I'll blog in May instead. What a rebel.
I just had an idea fora photograph. Maybe I'll take it and put it up here for you to see. But probably not. Maybe I'll put it on deviantART...or maybe not.
Have you ever thought of what you would be like if you were the opposite of yourself? I would smoke, I would have a shaved head, I would be a boy, I would drink, I would party all night, I would hate most music, I would be tall, I would be known by everyone, I would wear black, baggy clothes, I would never laugh, I would be good at science, I wouldn't blog, I would have taken music for GCSE, I would be in a band. I know exactly who I would be like. Thank the holy cow I'm not the opposite of me. I would hate that. Or would I? I'm confusing myself.
I've watched Fight Club twice in twenty four hours. I love it and not because of Brad Pitt. The storyline is so clever and well thought out. And the twist at the end! Pure brilliance. It's gold wrapped up in a film reel.
Shopping, babysitting, no party, bed. My tomorrow will be a bright one...
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