Read: [MageyDePink]'s entry for today.

I'm going mad.
Slowly, but surely, i'm being metaphorically driven along this metaphorical road. Metaphorically speaking, i'm trying to write something. With a metaphorical pencil. But, the road has suddenly developed a chronic case of bump-syndrome. And, recently, the bumps have been getting worse and worse, to the point of my pencil threatening to snap and all these scribbles flailing all over my page.

Does the metaphor make sense?

Here's another one.

When I yell at you, yes I can help it, no it's not my mental problem that's making me do it. If I yell at you, it's because i'm annoyed. Or pissed off. Or generally not happy with something you are doing.

Okay, so that wasn't really a metaphor. But it was entirely true, and entirely agreed with by none other than overdramatic Bob herself.

By the way, Bob takes drama. Bob is sometimes loud. She is often funny. This does not make her over dramatic.

Well... um... I went to the salon this afternoon.

I seriously needed some downtime after what I was putting up with after work, so I had my hair cut and tipped purple. It's above my shoulders and nice and choppy :) and now I don't have to brush it every two seconds for it not to look like...a...um... messy thing.

Yay for new hair. Now I want some shoes.

7, 8, 9

I'm so boooored.
Really speaking I should be doing some work or something. Ideally, right now, I should be doing something productive like reading a book, watching CB, or doing some work.
Am I doing anything anywhere related to any of these most excellent choices of obvious activity?

1, 0, 1, 1, good-bye!

I think entirely no. Somewhat sad that is.

Maybe i'll go and draw something, as I haven't drawn anything quarterly decent pressing a week and a half. Maybe i'll have a bath. Maybe i'll run a bath, and put some bubbles and a duck in it, and then leave it there to bedazzle the next person who walks in the bathroom.

It would be hard to take the bath out of the bathroom. I imagine it'd be attatched to just where it is with all kinds of pipes and plumbing, not to mention the grouting, and some nails that keep it from sliding around on the floor.

Maybe i'll go investigate bathroom plumbing. Maybe i'll learn Russianette Vocabulary, and annoy the hell out of everyone with my new lingo. Maybe i'll waste time sitting here poking all the keys will excessive force because i'm bored.

I got ID'd for the first time in my life (for a film, anyway) today in HMV.
I went to buy Kill Bill 2 and the guy goes "do you have any ID?" I said something like "Eh?" and he waved the box around my face and pointed out that it was an 18.

I told him I didn't carry ID around with me, and then he let me have it anyway. If he was going to let me have it anyway, why did he go and ask in the first place?

Oh yeah... I also got De-loused in the Comatorium, and I split my gum open with a cocktail stick. The former being the superb new album from the Mars Volta, the latter being really painful especially when trying to eat oranges.

AND I bought A Clockwork Orange (book, not film), cus i'm on a book roll, and that one is superfantasticwickedniftycool, and when I read it for too long, my brain adjusts to the dialect and I go downstairs and say strange things to everyone.

We went down the Dil to celebrate our results. Yum.

Here is my favourite [MageyDePink] quote of the evening:
Waiterman: Would you like some desserts? *waves menu*
People: No.
Bob: Nice try though.

We also went to buy drinks, and decided it would be funny to bring back a bottle for [nori] with the top still attatched. Hilarious at the time, I dunno why it was so funny now.

We walked down a creepy path... and then back up the creepy path, and then tried to ring Charlie to see if there was anything to do. But alas, for some reason he was bloody sleeping, so we went back to Noshis and slept.
And then we went to Stroud.
And then I went home.

I follow [MageyDePink] and write my results!
As follows, I managed;

A* -- RE!!! of all things
 A -- englishes
 B -- sciences, maths, german, tech, art
 C -- pe, ict

Man, I wish i'd revised. Oh wait... no I don't!
So... not great, but not exactly bad. What is bad, however, is that now I only have one week untill school starts *cries*

I think I overdid the shopping. I hate the mall, and I spent £100 in an hour or so, without really thinking about it. I still have no idea what I bought. My mum wouldn't let me spend anymore than £20 in hmv because she said I was being excessive with my money, and i'd regret it tomorrow when I remembered I don't really watch dvds, and that you can blag music off the internet/other people.

And I have no idea what's going on with the crazy hair dye. I've washed my hair twice, and it's still the same fucking shade of purple. It should technically be a quarter less... er... vibrant, now, and it's not. At all. Which worries me.
And makes me wonder what loreal put in their semi permenant hair dye... i've dyed my hair "permenantly" purple before, and that particular shade took about two washes to vanish completely. The longest dye has ever lasted in my hair was about eight washes, and that was permenant black stuff. This is purple. It came in a bright orange packet. It stains my bath when I get my hair wet.

Maybe it's because I dyed it at Noshi's house... *ponder*

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This is the dance of ilovegettingpaidweekly. The footwork origionates from this morning, when I found a bunch of money i'd put somewhere I thought i'd remember by accident, and the violent hand gestures origionate from earlier today when I got a phone call announcing me, Bob and Nosh are going to Bristol. Shopping. Tuesday, by which time i'll have been paid again (unless Grrce gets another suck up answer machine announcing we're not working)... anyway, I have money!

This is good for two reasons. One is that i've been horribly unmaterialistic for about two weeks now (i've been washing my hair with flowers, for gods sakes) (it actually acts as a deep conditioning, I found out) and need to take pleasure out of the fact that I have more money than fits comfortably in my wallet (onto the solo THAT goes ^_^) ... and I need more clothes.
I don't actually need any more clothes at all, but I want some because it's boring looking at the same stuff everyday. I find myself not wearing a pair of trousers out of the house for the sole reason that I bought them when I was 14, and I remember being 14, and I don't want to wear trousers I know my 14 year old self would've worn. It's like... wearing my sisters clothes. *shudder*

I just ate a galaxy icecream bar thing. That was disgusting. It was all mushy and sticky and gross, and I didn't like it and i'm never eating another one. I'm only doing this (eating galaxy icecreams) to myself because I don't have any pickle, and the shopping won't come for another two days. There're no chilli seeds left. I ask you... what kind of a house doesn't keep am extra emergency stock of chilli seeds?

I think i'm going to buy a new phone.

Oh... wait, I was going to blow all my money on clothes! Okay, sod that, i'll blag a 3310 off that guy my dad knows. Or... I could just use my old one. Or... I could get a new sim card, because I lost that with the phone *smacks self* Okay, I could blag a phone and buy a sim card. Or blag both. Or attempt to. *strokes imaginary goatee*

This is also the dance of Iwantmylifesambitionsunglasses, and Ibetthere'sapairintheGalleriessomewhere.

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EE!

My sister bought me an ashtray home from her holiday. My sister bought me an ASHTRAY home from her holiday. Oh well. So much for thinking Nat is oblivious.

Today, I played football. I played frisbee. I went swimming, and I fell over a dog. I had ice put down my back, and I did all of this in the fucking sunshine between 1 and 5 this afternoon. Why do I go out. Why do I do it?
I also had fun spraying myself with factor 60, then sticking stuff all over me.

My aunt asked my mum if I was ill. That's nice, isn't it. Just because I don't have a fucking sun tan, I look ill. I suppose maybe the lack of sleep is making me look a bit crap, but still. I don't look that bad. Right? Right...? *runs to the mirror*

...Ookay i'm lying, there is no mirror. I'm just sort of imagining my face. It's rosy and healthy looking for someone who has no tan.
Hahaha, I woke up and looked like i've been smoking pot for the last two days. My eyes are all bloodshot and it's funny. Maybe that's why she thought I was ill. I don't know if they still are bloodshot, because I haven't looked in a mirror since this morning some time.

I want some banana yellow lipstick. I have the orange stuff, now I want bright yellow. Because lipstick is cool. Especially banana yellow.

I'm so fucking bored!
I nearly didn't go to bed again, but at 2am or there abouts started to get really really paranoid, and seeing stupid things everywhere (like bob scaring the shit out of me... "Oh my god, there's people in the living room! ... Oh, no, it's just the chair,") (*O_O*)... and now i'm not tired, but my eyes feel horrible and I look shitty.

Pantera aren't cheering me up, and i've eaten too much weird food. Nothing staple like bread or cheese, just an entire jar of sandwich pickle and some vinegar. Now i'm really bored, and my sister's coming home in about an hour and it was fun her not being here.
Grr.

Uhhh... I have nothing to do.
I feel like whining, and soddemy to me if i'm going to waste the oppertunity and not post in my public journal about the woes of life when I have the chance.

I just spent the last two hours sitting in the rain, getting really wet, and hairy (too many black cats) and ruining a decent set of clothes. And I don't know how to work the washing machine (okay, that's a lie. I just can't be bothered to remember how to work the washing machine) tumble dryer thing, and I have a week and only one wardrobe and three draws of clothes.
At least I wasn't wearing shoes. Because shoes are bitches (like pikachu... forget that ^_^) and take ages to dry.

Diary! What have I done in the last week that's worth mentioning?
Well.
There's that party that I spent a total of 40 minutes on the phone getting invited to... and didn't go to.
There's that whole thing with that place I waste my life at that's trying very hard to destroy my social and party lives, and is actually doing a good job in succeeding (note to self; congratulate Sally).
There's that thing where someone had a free house, and I killed a snail and painted it (grunge-snail lives on!) (grunge, cus, grunge colours, you know?) (i'm still sorry I killed you)... and got half way through painting a naked man for [MageyDePink] when we were interrupted. Which brings us to...
That thing at Andys house.

That was my whole week. Kind of. Sort of. I did get a new album... kind of actually I found one i'd forgotten I had (The Union Underground, an Education in Rebellion) and have been annoying the neighbours with such for the last.. uh, day or so (what time is it?!?!?). And I also realised that time is wrong and so are clocks, and it's all just a big plot to trick people in to thinking ... that clocks are right?

Now i've written a fuckload and Bob is back. So I have something to do other than talk to myself.

HAHAHAHA!
Organized crime!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*coughs and goes back to pretending to be someone else*

ALSO...

Well, joy.
I've just been informed that i'm not working on Saturday. This = no money this week. This = me having to find money for shopping elsewhere. This = annoyed me, and THAT = pitifully shrinking bank account.

I should just get a new job. But where else am I going to get paid anything to throw oranges, listen to loud music, socialise and complain about the lack of stuff to do?
WHERE?

Last night was spent in a green tent. Much like the colour of elftown, actually. I slept in a tent! With [nori] and [MageyDePink]. This makes me rugged and outdoorsey.

...Except it was in a garden... but we live in the country, farmer land-like, and there was rain and stuff. And we got attacked! By a soggy, hairy beast. Named 'Chief. Isn't that rugged and outdoorsey?

Now we've been on the computer, and cooking, and cleaning, and getting lost, and losing people, and playing the flute and brushing our hair. I think we're one step closer to taking over the world. Give us a few years! Watch out Gloo-cestershyre.

i'm

I went to see Franz Ferdinand and the Firey Furnaces. That was superbly fantasmic.

I also got thoroughly wasted at Georges house. We don't talk about that ^_^;;

My mum bought a new treadmill. That's the important thing. I like treadmills, and I like this treadmill.
Yum :)

I came to sit by the computer with a pile of 9 apples. Now there are two left, because when I get jittery or nervous I have to have something to chew.

[MageyDePink] is the biggest cahoot in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. If I had to pick a FUNNY person, it'd be her. She gets the FUNNY award.

My day was really shit, and now i'm choking on my 7th apple cus I can't stop laughing. Tomorrow i'll have a six pack of STEEL. This is how FABULOUS Pinky is, and I don't even have a Physics lesson to laugh about it in because she has DRAMA.

Bwa ha ha ha. I love laughing. I love pissing people off, and then watching them. Hahahahaha! What would I do if I wasn't such a loser?
I'm having so much fun, I might just have to fall out of a window.