Breakfast today: colselaw, coffee, and cheesecake.
Musical monday-day just took a distinctly 80's slant.
Once again, i'm really fucking bored.
If I was a profession I'd be: Terrorism (if you agree with it it's a bit controversial)
If I was a country I'd be: England (tempermental..
If I was a ocean or body of water I'd be: Shallow and annoyingly chilly
If I was a piece of candy I'd be: bad for your teeth
If I was a famous building or piece of architecture I'd be: St Pauls... it was supposed to be religious but somehow it just ended up a bit weird
If I was a store I'd be: Cult (bit of everything but not really)
If I was a brand of shoe I'd be: shoddy
If I was a bad habit I'd be: scab picking
If I was a ice cream flavour I'd be: neopolitan
If I was a disease I'd be: manflu
If I was a board game I'd be: non-dictionary scrabble
If I was a feeling I'd be: extreme irritablity
If I was a president I'd be: unable to please everyone
If I was a city I'd be: amsterdam... maybe rome
If I was a colour I'd be: green or grey or a warped yet interesting mixture of both
If I was a celebrity I'd be: ang. jolie
If I was a movie I'd be: resovoir dogs (satire... irony...)
If I was a brand of toothpaste: non-foamey
If I was a business I'd be: short on money, actually
If I was a currency I'd be: GBPS
If I were a month, I'd be: october... maybe september
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Tuesday (neon bay-bee)
If I were a time of day, I'd be: twighlight (most car crashes of the day happen about then)
If I were a planet, I'd be: pluto
If I were a direction, I'd be: west
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: interesting but not particularly functional
If I were a liquid, I'd be: marmite (obviously...)
If I were a tree, I'd be: barky
If I were a bird, I'd be: south for winter by now
If I were a tool, I'd be: a jack hammer
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: a narcissus
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: hurricane... not as exciting as a tornado, therefore less people like it
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a flute...
If I were an animal, I'd be: an abused cat, probably
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: radish
If I were a sound, I'd be: too loud
If I were an element, I'd be: air
If I were a car, I'd be: shiny
If I were a song, I'd be: uhh if I told you that you'd have to die
If I were a book, I'd be: Neverwhere
If I were a food, I'd be: sandwich pickle
If I were a material, I'd be: starchy
If I were a taste, I'd be: "different"
If I were a word, I'd be: Nonchalant
If I were a body part, I'd be: a collar bone
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: that one where you look away hoping people will take it as "i'm shy" rather than "your eye contact is freaking me out and i'm bored and you're ugly"
If I were a shape, I'd be: an irregular... thing with... a nine in it somewhere
If I were a number, I'd be: 9
My hand is officially swelled.
My fingers have turned into sausages!!!
...Okay, it's not that bad. But they've gone all puffy :(
My Mutti says i'm dehydrated, need sleep, don't go outside enough, and should take out all the coffee cups around the computer.
Yeah, I bet that'll fix my puffy sausage hand!
Nevermind.
Neverwhere!
Yay. Now I have to make Bob read it, and then all my friends (I only have two...) will have been INFECTED. And I can dance.
In other news, my schwestie has recently become obsessed with the Dresden Dolls. I need to learn to play the piano. Maybe I could trade in the treadmill on ebay...
RIP Dimebag, I guess.
Who the fuck goes to see a band just to shoot them?!
Stupid twat faced gunman.
The reports seem to agree that Vinnie is band member no 2 that is dead, but as no one knows for sure yet, I don't know what to say.
DEAD. God.
RIP Dimebag plus "unreleased band member".
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all;
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall;
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call;
To call Alice, when she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go;
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low;
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead;
And the white knight is talking backwards;
And the red queen's off with her head;
Remember what the dormouse said,
Feed your head, feed your head
*jefferson airplane*
*yum yum yum*
I have resorted to taking IQ tests to make myself feel better about not having the notes to do the mechanics homework.
If I tell Mrs W that I took a test that got me invited to that highiqsociety.
Hmm... maybe.
Urgh, ofsted starts tomorrow. Joy of all joys.
I hope Mrs Psycho W gets fired for her crap teaching.
I mean...
Turkish man: Hello
Me: Hello
Turkish man: how old are you?
Me: 17
Turkish man: :D have you got a boyfriend?
Me: Yes. No. Maybe.
Me: Have you?
Turkish man: ...
*some time later*
Same Turkish man: So you have webcam yet?
Me: Can you read?
Me: *block*
Are these people thick or what? Why do I keep getting messages asking me about my webcam? Why?
Even after I put a bloody sign up saying "Don't ask me for my webcam." ?
*sigh*
In other news, I shut my finger in a car door on the 6mm edge of a piece of MDF earlier.
It's numb and swollen now. My mum says it's going to cane like a motherbitch what I start to be able to feel it again.
It caned like a motherbitch when I did it. I yowled for five whole minutes (well... nearly that long). There's a chunk of skin missing from my swollen numb scaley finger.
Yes, I just called my finger scaley.
I think I have some psych. homework to do for Mrs Dumbface. I mean Mrs W. I really can't be bothered. It's not like she can read anyway, so she won't know if I hand her a printed sheet all about the russian revolution. She'll hand it back in a couple of days (or even minutes, right then) and tell me that that wasn't what she meant, get it right next time please.
I want my mp3 player. I'd fill it with msi and spend monday psych. listening to gee-tar ataris porn.
Currently ficcing.
muggle appreciation week is being application shared with bob over msn. How exciting!
I'm nearly done with this fucking art unit.
Okay, so i'm not, but now I have MDF. All I have to do is a few more pages of bookwork, get it up to 21, and then some end pieces. One is gonna be an abstract expression with traditional imagary in significant areas (Narcissus, who else), and one is gonna be some kind of echo as a reflection as a something or other.
There'll prolly be caves involved.
That will wrap this unit up as nice and 2D, which means I can do proper 3D for the Human Form unit, which means clay heads and wire frames.
2 weeks to go! I get to mark my own work over the weekend. I'm going to be incredibly harsh, so that whatever the actual markers give me will be either expected or a nice surprise.
I found a purple and orange top in my room.
I have never seen this item before. It's not my sisters. My mum wouldn't wear something that bright that isn't pink. I should hope it isn't my dads, as it's all girly looking. I've never seen it on any of my friends, either.
Well, maybe my room went shopping.
Last time I wasn't walking zur Schule:
Me: *texts Nosh, entire day in advance*
Nosh: *doesn't look at phone*
Bob: *calls* Okay, text ME next time.
This morning:
Me: *texts Bob*
Nosh: *calls* Are you walking?
Bob: Get well soon, feel bad 'cus you're leaving me in Englo!
It's like playing guess who, only different and with text messages.
I do feel better. This is probably because I haven't tried to do anything.
I only got up because Archers, being the pleasant good-natured friendly fluffball he is, scratched me in the eye and I had to get up to run after him screaming.
I have a puffy scratch thing. I look like a pirate that's really a girl who got scratched in the eye by her cat.
I'm going to paint something using violent oranges and black.
I found out that Leanne Battings middle name is Violet. Why the hell didn't we know this last year!?
I... spent all day... doing work...
I swear i'm only here until the printer finishes printing. It's only got about 7 more pages.
I think i'm gonna die of excessive brain activity. This is worse than exercize. Art makes me so hungry!
I love the people that think they know it all, and then try to make “well informed” points about it. I love them. I could collect them. If it was legal, I’d net them as they walked past on the street, and then keep them in boxes, occasionally lifting the lids to coo at them, and ask them for their opinions on complex issues (euthanasia, politics, squash), write down their responses, and use them for humorous MSN nicks.
Thinking like this does have it’s down points.
It is actually very illegal to collect people (even brainless dorks who’s sole purpose screams ‘novelty wrap me!’).
That does make me sad sometimes, but being a general optimist, I try and work my way around it with thoughts of the 22nd century, when maybe I will be world King, and can change the law.
Today was quite boring. Therefore...
Yesterday, I didn't go to work. I got a nice text off Grasyceyssye saying not to. So I spent the day in bed, and then I got up and went shopping.
I bought an angora sweater. What the hell's angora? Isn't that like goat? I'm going to wear a goat.
I also bought a dress. And a skirt. And I was going to buy some more boots, but my mum says i'm spending "too much money on crap" again. It doesn't count as crap if i'm going to wear it more than once (and in public, I spose).
I read an essay on why McGonnagal's Cool, and I read a fic called Draco Malfoy, ruler of the Universe, which Bob must read.
I also read a fic about a gay bar.
There was swooning involved.
I noticed a few days ago that swoon rhymes with my name (well, it doesn't, but it rhymes with what I get called). Could this be a sign? It's clearly the Cosmos, trying to tell me something.
Something mysterious.
Look deep and uncover the hidden meaning in the following poem (style = personal favourite, cat in the rain):-
I can't be bothered to get up tomorrow.
School is tomorrow.
School is why I can't be bothered to get up.
Tomorrow is school.
I haven't done homework.
At school we get homework.
I haven't done it.
Homework to my do I can't be bothered.
That last sentance can be cunningly rearranged.
Well, today was pretty good.
First of all, I had a seedy sanchez pot noodle for lunch.
Then... and this may have been yesterday, i'm not too sure, I find out I didn't fail the maths test (and came 3rd or 4th WITH THE SAME SCORE AS RUSTY)...
And then Mr Conway ends my day by telling me that i'm talented, and that my coursework is good, and that I can reach what he thinks is my potential grade if I do this and this and this. And then he gave me a book with some stuff to read in.
And THEN I got insulted by a little twerp off the berkely vale bus on the way home ("lesbian!"), and then my mummy seemed to be having a "appreciate daughter" evening and keeps telling me good stuff.
Good stuff about me, to clarify.
So, if you're a glorified (and shameless) narcissist (aka me), today was pretty good.
Guess who started talking to me on msn?
None other than the infamous PenGroin!
"rite........d
That was a couple of years ago dear.
What was greatest about talking to PenGroin though, was this line:
"keepin it real."
... I had no idea real people said stuff like that! *swoons*
Who is Tori Pullin? Apparently it's harsh that I don't know her personally. Personally.
...I had no reason to put that in italics.
I should really get on with Muggle Appreciation Week, but looking for mp3 players and attempting to download every NIN song in existence (there're a fair few) is just too involving.
Hello.
My name is Coldie Mc Headache-Bluef
It's bloody freezing in here, but there's a shower thing in the living room, a whole bunch of crap in the kitchen, a jungle of plumbing all over the bathroom, and every other room of the house (including my bedroom) is even colder.
And my head hurts.
*whine whine whine*
Having not put my clocks back (and therefore living an hour ahead of everyone else) I think I shall go to bed nice and early. Also, I will wake up at my 7am, and beat Bob to Noshies in the morning. Yup.
I ate perfitaroles. I have no idea how to even begin to attempt to spell perfitarole professionally
Off I go to put another duvet on my bed ^_^
My diary is being exported.
Does this mean i'm blogging now? w00t.
I'm writing a new fic called Muggle Appreciation Week. Bob came up with the idea, but she's doing Englo coursework right now, so i'm writing it out.
It's going to have about three nice plot lines, so that I can confuse the reader. A confused reader is a reader more likely to believe that I am writing quality fanfiction :D
I posted my own Englo coursework on Something Blue... that's the first draft. I've got a bazillion ideas for the next fifteen drafts if I keep that bit of coursework, so hopefully not too much thinking'll have to be done.
I'm wearing a man shirt. I probably smell, because this is what I slept in last night. Never mind.
My life is so hectic.
First I get online at 15:42, and get told that LO AND BEHOLD, I must be at Noshi's between 4 and 5, giving me not very long to.. well.. get ready.
Secondly, Bob is messing with my head. First she's talking about me all over the place (and you know what kinds of impressions that gives off) and then I ask her politley if, you know, *wiggley eyebrows*, and she says "hahaha you wish" just like that.
I name and shame [MageyDePink] as a mind messer.
My mind feels so messed with *mind messed face*
I'm so interesting they should write a book about me and my life.
I had a dream about Harry Potty characters last night.
No, not a pervey dream, you pervy bastards, actually, it was about ketchup O_O
I'm going to tell Buzwam about it as punishment for her mind games.
Last night me, [MageyDePink] and [nori] went out with the evil pinkies security guards.
Tragically, it was dead boring, apart from the occasional interesting bits, like glam rock and the occasional nifty one liner.
Well, okay, it wasn't dead boring. It was just a bit quieter and less full of stuff to do that would have been wickido funo. But then, that's entirely my fault, because I didn't play lots of pool and I didn't get up and boogie or go in the Union.
Which, by the way, we're apparently going to be doing at some point whenever we next feel like tarting ourselves up in all our chavvy gear (we will have chavvy gear by then. Me and Bob are going to say FU! to this giant "individualist
Today we went shopping! I nearly missed the bus. We went to watch a sharks tale... which was pretty nifty. I bought a dress. Nosh took us into Thorntons.
ME AND BOB GOT DIGIVICES. No... what're they called? D-thingies. The thing you scan stuff with and it tells you what it'll digivolve to (and what it's called, and blah blah blah) and it had a DIGI CODE ALPHABET on the flip lid.
Soon we will have digivices. Bob is my digimon. I'm going to make her digivolve.
I will be digi-chav.
My hair is still purple.
I can taste the chlorine in this water. The water company is having a laugh O_O
I'm thirsty though.
Ah well.
I dyed my hair purple. Yep.
Also, my sister is here with Gemma. They're being lame on the sims 2. Is that really interesting to do any other time than when you're bored off your face and feel like controlling some other people for a change?
I have nine inch nails on. Nice And Loud. The expressions on their faces imply that they think this music is crap. What blasphemists. I said "don't blaspheme." So they were warned, and can't blame me when they wake up in hell.
I'm dead bored. Bob, where the hell are you?
I'm going to ring you in a bit. Or maybe more like later. Because I don't have a clue what's happening tonight and I have to come home at some point so Graces dad can pick me up for work in the morning O_O
Catch the emphasised semantic, anyone?
(I read Mort while my hair was dying.)
(...This is what i'm reduced to.)
Ohmygod!
Ginny Weasley writing in Riddle's diary: Metaphory for the dangers of the internet?
If you make friends with people you can't see, you will be attacked by a basilisk! Yes.
...Craposa. I'm going to steal my sisters mini mirror to look around all the corners at school tomorrow.
Taken numerically:
(Like, Monday is 70, Tuesday would be 90 and ect)...
Sunday + Friday + Tuesday = 2 Thursdays + Friday –Tuesday.
This means that…
Sunday + Friday + 2 Tuesdays = 2 Thursdays + Friday
Take out the Fridays of the week, and
Sunday + 2 Tuesdays = 2 Thursdays
From this, it’s presumable that half a Sunday plus a Tuesday would be the equivalent of One Thursday.
Therefore:
It’s generally better to get things done on a Thursday, rather than procrastinate about them in your frees on Tuesdays and your extended bed times on Sundays.
The numbers know their stuff.