[Firenze]'s diary
Gone on holiday for a week. Be back on Saturday, sorry about rps and such it was like a total bummer...
Talk about being fucked over on my birthday in the early hours of it here in England. Some bloody bastard has attempted to steal my moped! The cunts! That is the only mode of transport I have to get to college each damned day because the bus is a damned rip off just to go to town on a single trip and it takes 3/4 of an hour to walk it....grrrrrrr
Sequence of events:
*some bastard tries nicking me bike, mum finds out and phones police after that comes to me*
Mum: Kelly, Kelly, wake up a moment.
Me: What?
Mum: Someone has just attempted to nick yer bike, I've phoned the cops they said they will call you in the morning about it.
Me: WHAT?! WHO FUCKING TRIED STEALING MY BIKE?! (My bike is my only joy in the world when in a pissy mood with parents as I can escape from them on it)
Mum: I don't fucking know, just it is all smashed in.
Me: This couldn't have waited till morning?I mean it is like 1:45am!
Mum: Well yes but I just thought you should know...*moves to leave* night *leaves*
Me: *fumes*
My dear lord please take this damned French song out of my head!!
All I have been able to sing recently as it just won't go out of my head is this French kiddies song that I learnt in secondary school when learning body parts and it is like grrrr...want to do work but can only think of french song...
The song is called 'Alouette' and if you want to see the lyrics here's a link to it http://www.kid
The changing of pics for photography weekly is being postponed till I return from France on the 14th April, sorry for any inconvienience but I do have to have a holiday, lol ^_^
Written about Tuesday 2007-04-03
Written: (6443 days ago)
Okay....where to start...hmmmmm
At the museum I learnt:
- Freud was not a sex crazed lunatic like we are taught in A-Level psychology and some of the theories that we learn are not his but are actually his daughter Anna Freud's work.
- The gift shop was very scary (They had like beanie baby Freud's)
- The Interpretation of Dreams (Freud's book) is extremely boring and makes me want to chop my head off...
- The museum guy was as dumb as a plank and didn't even know Freud's own work, we knew more than him and that is saying something.
Oh and [sequeena_rae] booyah! The sex mad Freud's analytic couch and Freud's desk...(not really an accomplishment but I thought I'd be a dumbass, lol)
Well after we suffered an hour in the museum, Mr Hartley the wonder God of a Psychology teacher released us into London to do as we wished ^_^ Many went to Westminister to go on the London Eye (I wanted to go there but didn't :(), I was instead dragged to Bond Street and Oxford Street shopping, I was not amused as I am meant to be going skiing in 3 days but it might end up being sledding for me, lol. But I did however buy a new top and I also got this rather cool Stitch cuddly toy *luffs it*
OH! I forgot! I learnt how to use the tube properly and not get lost w00t! Thanks to a 10 minute tutorial of the tube from Mr Hartley ^_^