(Note- sing the title to the tune of 'Punk rocker' by Sandi Thom. If you do not know this song, I've added punctuation to help you. you're welcome.)
I'm sitting here looking through my books and trying not to calculate the 'what I don't know' to the 'what I do know' ratio for my final proper scary exam tomorrow. The results would just be depressing. Oh well, I can always copy eh? I'm sure the exam moderators won't care. Ha. Ha. Sob.
I can't wait until my ten year old brother has his GCSEs. He has no common decency at all. My bedroom is unfortunately above the 'music room.' (That's what he likes to call it, but in reality it's the spare room with a drum kit, a guitar and keyboard in it. Oh and a triangle. Mustn't forget the triangle!!) So, as I write this, wafting into my ear come the wonderful sounds of him trying to play a slightly more timeless version of the wedding march using all the different instruments set on a keyboard. At high volume. At the moment it's the honkytonk's turn I believe.
Kill me now.
Oh gawd, now he is wailing. Sorry- I mean singing.
Teenage girl up for adoption. Blue eyes, cute smile, will clean and cook for food. Looking for loving parents. Ideally rich. Fame preferable but optional. Must NOT have any children currently. Apply here if interested. Thank you.
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Holy smokes, she must like boobies right?
Ha I love the Midnight Beast.
Aaanyway.. I'm avoiding doing history revision for by exam tomorrow, so I'm doing every activity I can think of to put it off. So far, I've walked up to my local shops, written out little messages with the sample pens at the bookshop, (where I found.. Wait for it.. SMELLY PENS!! Where the hell did those cool little things go? So another 10 minutes were wasted inhaling the smells of junior school. Cherry, strawberry, grape, bubblegum, cola, vanilla, chocolate: the list goes on. Ahh bliss), bought myself a congratulatory doughnut for staying awake while doing my business studies and maths exams today, and skipped home, convincing myself that I was burning the thousands of fairies ( haha I typed too fast for my iPod to keep up!! I did not burn fairies, what I meant to say was calories!!) I'd just consumed. Then I came home, made myself some Super Noodles, (which by the way are the BEST invention along with the mircowave, straighteners and cookie dough ice cream,) and had a little sing song along with my bizarre taste of music. Today was a combination of the Beach Boys, the Moldy Peaches, Chameleon Circuit, Sting, Green day and songs from the Lion King. ( I have the 4 disk Disney soundtrack collection. Innit mayte. Don't judge)
So as I'm home alone, I'm just going to do one more fridge raid ( I feel like such a rebel as I don't ask, I just take. :O I get left home a lot. Little things make my day.) and then I'm going to go see my gran, and raid her cupboards. Plus she has a sweetie drawer crammed full of crap: crisps, sweets, biscuits etc. Instant exam stress reliever. Yesssss :D
Aaanyway.. I'm avoiding doing history revision for by exam tomorrow, so I'm doing every activity I can think of to put it off. So far, I've walked up to my local shops, written out little messages with the sample pens at the bookshop, (where I found.. Wait for it.. SMELLY PENS!! Where the hell did those cool little things go? So another 10 minutes were wasted inhaling the smells of junior school. Cherry, strawberry, grape, bubblegum, cola, vanilla, chocolate: the list goes on. Ahh bliss), bought myself a congratulatory doughnut for staying awake while doing my business studies and maths exams today, and skipped home, convincing myself that I was burning the thousands of fairies ( haha I typed too fast for my iPod to keep up!! I did not burn fairies, what I meant to say was calories!!) I'd just consumed. Then I came home, made myself some Super Noodles, (which by the way are the BEST invention along with the mircowave, straighteners and cookie dough ice cream,) and had a little sing song along with my bizarre taste of music. Today was a combination of the Beach Boys, the Moldy Peaches, Chameleon Circuit, Sting, Green day and songs from the Lion King. ( I have the 4 disk Disney soundtrack collection. Innit mayte. Don't judge)
So as I'm home alone, I'm just going to do one more fridge raid ( I feel like such a rebel as I don't ask, I just take. :O I get left home a lot. Little things make my day.) and then I'm going to go see my gran, and raid her cupboards. Plus she has a sweetie drawer crammed full of crap: crisps, sweets, biscuits etc. Instant exam stress reliever. Yesssss :D
Monday, 7 June 2010
Pigeon Sex
Right, I have approximately 11 minutes to write this blog because I soo want to go to bed in 11 minutes time. Long story, no time to explain really.
Anyway, sorry to my one follower and anyone else who stumbles upon my ramblings that I haven't blogged in a while. It's not a very good excuse but basically I wrote out a big long blog about my adventures Windsor last weekend, when sadly my iPod died and my lovely little witty words were lost forever in cyber space.
Ok, I would just like to take the remaining 8 minutes, now 7, to vent some of my late night/ early morning anger and frustration. I seem to have some sort of pigeon brothel outside my bedroom window. Let me explain: as everyone knows, summer is essentially here and with summer inevitably comes sticky nights in bed where you just can't seen to get cool. Everyone knows that feeling. Well unless you live in the north pole or whatever but just use your imagination. So as a response to this, or the last week or so I've left my window open at night, thinking that this would solve all my problems and I would get some decent sleep, especially as I have exams this week and next. BUT, oh no, it seems I am truly cursed. For for the last few mornings I have had to listen to the sound of the lovely pigeons that live in the bush outside my window making very loud, very passionate bird love at VERY unconventional hours. Try 4.30 in the bloody morning EVERY bloody morning. However, as much as I would like to continue my rant, my timer is beeping at me and is telling me that alas I must retire to my bed to drift off to the beautiful sound of live pigeon porn that is occuring right outside my window. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.
Byeeeeeee!
Anyway, sorry to my one follower and anyone else who stumbles upon my ramblings that I haven't blogged in a while. It's not a very good excuse but basically I wrote out a big long blog about my adventures Windsor last weekend, when sadly my iPod died and my lovely little witty words were lost forever in cyber space.
Ok, I would just like to take the remaining 8 minutes, now 7, to vent some of my late night/ early morning anger and frustration. I seem to have some sort of pigeon brothel outside my bedroom window. Let me explain: as everyone knows, summer is essentially here and with summer inevitably comes sticky nights in bed where you just can't seen to get cool. Everyone knows that feeling. Well unless you live in the north pole or whatever but just use your imagination. So as a response to this, or the last week or so I've left my window open at night, thinking that this would solve all my problems and I would get some decent sleep, especially as I have exams this week and next. BUT, oh no, it seems I am truly cursed. For for the last few mornings I have had to listen to the sound of the lovely pigeons that live in the bush outside my window making very loud, very passionate bird love at VERY unconventional hours. Try 4.30 in the bloody morning EVERY bloody morning. However, as much as I would like to continue my rant, my timer is beeping at me and is telling me that alas I must retire to my bed to drift off to the beautiful sound of live pigeon porn that is occuring right outside my window. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.
Byeeeeeee!
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