the spice girls movie?

why oh why have i subjected myself to such torture? this film is an odd mixture of an abomination and difficulty to stop watching.

i'm confused. i need to think.


I NEED TO REVISEEEE.

see you later.

two days until kristledineeeee!!

but seriously, i am more excited for it than i was last year..

this time last year i was on the verge of misplacing my emotions, BUT NOW, i appear to have located them.

YOU SHOULD SEE OUR CHRISTMAS TREEEEEE.

imagine the pile of presents under your tree, and now imagine there are seven people buying six presents each + any presents we haven't yet managed to deliver to friends :D

BIIIG PILEE.

and and and, there is this MASSSIVE present, and and it is FOR ME.

i really want to know what it is.

and then i am curious as to what emmy and geo and jack have got me :)
i tried really hard on their presents, thought was put in :D

enough with the excitable nature..

i do have a real purpose, you know.

and here it is.
today, i spent the day revising ionic and covalent bonding, atomic structures and the haber process. oh the joys of my life. but funnily enough, i rather enjoyed it :D
i might do this revising thing more often.
so therefore, i must write you all this lovely post, just to reduce my stressy work levels, so i can proceed and learn about ATOMS.:D

good reason to blog you shit, huh?


TOODLE PIP.


ps, i have started going on farmville again. LORD HELP ME.

one must always read the label of ones lubricant packet.

todays tale of an unfortunate nature has only one moral, as shown in the title.


HEEEEEED THIS WARNING OR SUFFER HEINOUS PAIN.

stop it, it's silly.

i don't like it when you laugh at me. to my face. as if you're above me.
it's different when it's you, though.

day number four without any school

i am beginning to find it tedious sitting inside all day, falling further and further behind on my work with each passing moment.
it is making me feel nothing short of wretched.

i was already behind anyway, so these days off haven't exactly helped.

GO AWAY YONDER SNOW.

there, i said it. i no longer enjoy your company.
although, i would like a pretty picture in it.

wearing only a dress and wellington boots.

yeah bitch.

on the second day of christmassss

my true love gave to meeeeee, another day off school.

it's pretty cold, i'm not gonna lie.

i got pissed mid-week last night. good on me.

meanwhile emmy japside walked all the way to my house in the snow. on her own.
i'm not exactly sure where the little bugger is now, but i'll perhaps find her soon...

er ner, i think i got very drunk last night and spilled all my goriest secrets.


NEVERMIND,

bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

ooooooooooh, i appear to have discovered your kryptonite, alexandra!

i think mebbeh i watch too much simpsons.
YES YES.
well then, here is a tragic tale of death and longing.
the longing part, belongs to a young woman by the name of brackie.
now, one may find it strange to address ones mother in such a way, but she is cool as my face, and therefore it is allowed.

it was a warm summers evening, and brackie needed to run a personal errand which is personal and so will not be shared with my humble listeners this evening. unless they know the password.

now, brackie, being a naive little treasure left her two precious daughters in charge of the lodgings.
the older of the two, naturally more dashing.
only one condition was a attached to our duty, we were to complete the washing and drying of the dishes, as we have not yet entered the century a la 21, and acquired a dishwasher.

naturally, the two daughters had much better things to do, but they agreed, regardless, fully in the intention of completing the set task.

SUDDENLY, A CHANGE OF EVENTS OCCURRED.

my, oh my. what is that box of a tele doing to me?
alvin and the chipmunks, that is what.

and so the two sisters settled down and watched the little screaming things on the tele for a good two hours, ignoring that gnawing feeling in the back of their minds that was the heinous growl of the looming pile of washing.

the two sisters, being somewhat immature, acquired a hyperactive disposition during those two hours.

after many a day, the time finally came for them to attack the vicious pile.

but, their hyperactivity overcame them, and they found themselves spontaneously attacking each other with the debris-stained towels.
the younger of the two obtained an allergic reaction to the pineapple juices lingering on the towel

and so, the first daughter was dead.

victorious, the remaining sister turned to take on the washing pile. but it was not there.
in it's place was a momentous washing line. it swooped down and took the child for it's own.
and so they were both dead.


THE END.

i wish i could speak german

don't you think it is a language of such beauty and elegance?
take the simple phrase, 'how are you' for example,
wie geht es Ihnen?

PURE BEAUTY.


goooooooo weeeeeeeee yonder shitty keyboard/snkbsfjgn[owdfgnidfbnmdf







toodly pip.

where art thou in my world, harry potter?

yes, i facebookly dumped jack over a harry potter argument. he deserved it.

i felt bad and took him back.

i am at jess's house, having just seen harry potter and the deathly hallows part one, my life seems somewhat more fulfilled than it once was.

my appetite has lowered LOADS. worrying, i'm just not hungry like i once was. all the time.

nevermind. come back appetite, I MISS YOU.

goodnight, fenrir.

oh dear.

and so we have it; i have told my mother the unthinkable.

her reaction to such news was somewhat hilarious, i don't think i could immitate her face if i tried.
she took it better than i expected, she was very comforting and motherly, bless her heart :)
i love my mummy :)

also, i no longer care who knows :)
poo.
oh, i bought a brez fest ticket, doodly doo.

i washed my hair at idiot o clock last night,and then i coudn't sleep cause my head was cold :(
and then i had an exam in the morning for which i was very very tired and therefore have failed it most probably.
oooh, i have started writing a novel. which no one can ever read, but it will make my fortune one day.

just in case anyone cares. which they don't :)

NIGHT.

mebbeh i am an artist.

no. alas, i cannot draw.
or paint.
or any other form of creative beauty.
but, mebbeh i will give up on the artist flow, and go with the writing.

and this is what i will do.

what a to do.

just need some time to get in the ZONE.

oh pissticks, i accidently missed my engish exam, this is disasterous as i am rather fond of that good old language.
i feel very bad, Miss Froggert looked genuinely really really upset that i didn't turn up for it.
sorry :( but i was ill. although people think i wasn't, i was :(
soooooooo, i did my other half to the exam, and i think it went really well, but but it won't count and this is a bad day.

darn it all.

BYE.

with the light of the t.v's buzzing in your eyes.

gosh, school is stupid.
i have a rivermead appointment tonight, golly, the silly woman made me cry last time.
but, if i'm honest, i'm kind of looking forward to it, helps me to get a lot off my chest :)
OOH, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW.
cheeky.
mother dearest is terrified by the prospect of my turning 16, she thinks that this age will put some sort of sexual pressure on me. bless her little cotton socks.
i told her, as if i am going to let any manboy push me around and tell me what to do :)
i don't think she has too much confidnece in me :)
nevermind.
anyway, buzzing my boobies off for tomorrow :)
i am having a party on friday and it will be epic and good and stuff. i hope.
i need to sort out a playlist, and if anyone dares to change my songs, they will pay with their dangly bits.

last night, i was the happietst i have been in absolutley ages, so i reckon it was a success :D

goodnight.,

essence of shit cat.

son of a bastard, why oh why? i mean, i'm cool with you attacking my arms all you wish, i'll allow you to scrath my legs if it doesn't impair my ability to walk, but WHY do you feel the need to scratch my nipple? bitch cat. it's over between us now.
meanwhile, with stinging arms, chest, belly and nipple, i embark on my day with a renewed sense of 'this day can't get any worse.' touch wood.
i should hope not either, as i am quite looking forward to tonight :)
i am going to a charity gig majigger, and everyones dressing up, and i'm looking forward to seeing what everyone looks like :)

i need to wash my hair, but i am afraid the colour will fade :(

hunger cramps, gotta go.

oh, how glorious

the sun is shining and the flowers have come out to play.
i have a new tea mug, and it is big and wonderous.

the day before yesterday, i uprooted and set foot in the hairdressers for the first time in around six months.
my hair was in a state such that dearest beelzebub would have rejected me; damaged and broken to the point of torture :)
sorry little hair follicules, your suffering is over now.
anyway, after the fantastical endurance of small talk and the sound of a snip snip snip for a wild two hours, i emerged from the hairdressers a new woman.
if i was accomplished enough to be allowed the title of 'woman'.
i correct myself, i am the same woman. just with a new and improved hair colour.
muahahahahahahaa, it is now a deep pink-ish purple-ish redd-ish colour.

i went to see good old father dearest just now, and he about feinted.
the way he described his feelings towards my new hair colour, i cannot recreate, but i can say thatit involved a lot of 'bloody hells' and 'oh fucks.'
so i would say it was an overall success.
i'm glad he doesn't regard my feelings greatly, if he did, i would surely be bigheaded.

tatafornow :)

when is a raven like a writing desk?

the night is oh, so young. where is my work ethic when i have this much time on my hands? i am really beginning to fall behind, but SH. no one knows ;D. i'm thinking maybe i should get a job over the christmas holidays, maybe i will go and work at the chinese with the bro. but who knows, ey?
on the desk in front of me is a miniature wind up granny with a zimmoframe, and cat sharpener in which you insert to pencil into it's anus to achieve full sharpnosity potential, a pokemon blue gameboy pocket game, a now 44 cd, and an ominous looking glasses case. how peculiar.
that's life i suppose.


until next time, fellows.