And life is changed, with the flick of some old hags magical stick...
After flapping about like a derranged moth for the past month, what with the show and exams, it's utterly discombobulating to have nothing to do all of a sudden. Ha - as I type, there is a big ass moth repeatedly ramming itself against the window! What a tard!
Alas, I sympathise for the poor thing. It has only one ambition in life, yet it is one that it can never fulfill. They are born with the sole desire to rea - ---
SH*T there's one on my bed!!!!!!
Urrgghh - now it's on the lampshade...
Anyway, moths are constantly on a mission to reach the moon. They are so desperate to get to the moon that they are often misguided and confused by manmade light sources. Unfortunately, this is their tragic downfall as they fry themselves on the surface of a lightbulb. Martyrs for the moon. I can relate to them.
Back on topic! Yes, now I find myself at a loss. I'm bubbling, oozing and brimming with creativity and artistic inspiration yet know not where to begin. Plus there's the issue of next week...
Intake days. Don't get me wrong, it's terribly exciting, but I am petrified! Due to my being socially inadept, I always make the worst first impressions and it always comes back to haunt me. Yes, I realise I'm being pessimistic. I'll stop. Atleast I have a gorgeous new outfit for the occasion ^_^
One of my summery resolutions will be to write more! Plus I need to renew my art portfolio, it's been a little neglected recently - poor baby.
And I seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY need to do something about this nonexistent love life.
Will put actual plans up on blog at a later date :D
It has just struck midnight. I'm officially a pumpkin!!! And so are you.. muahahaaa
Monday 22 June 2009
Thursday 11 June 2009
Je ne suis pas mort pourtant!!!!
Ah, yes, I have returned to the depths of blogspot after a blip in time and space caused me to be temporarily absent.
That and revision...
Consequently, I have spent an awful lot of time moping and complaining on facebook about that.
And as a result of all this internet exposure, I developed an addiction.
Hi, ..er... everyone, m-m-my name is ..um.. Dais, and I have an... addiction to..
*deep intake of breath*
... tetris.
(those present at this imaginary meeting are clapping sympathetically)...
Oh the joys of tetris! No posh graphics, no complicated plot and no need to worry that it will morph your mind into that of Hannibal Lecters. Just bricks. Colourful, misshapen bricks that fall steadily from the sky, ready to be sorted into lines and evaporated. Ahhh... delightful!
Today has been the end of an era for Roz and myself. Today was the last we ever spent doing history in the same room. I can't say I wasn't glad for the history exam to have finished (the revision for that was a total byatch!) but it saddens me a little to know that we shall never be able to giggle at Stefaniak babes again. Our future hopes of history together have been cruelly crushed by the major pile of merde that is JC.
I received a phonecall from the darling school a couple of days ago with appalling news.
'We're sorry, but despite the fact we told you everything was fine and dandy and that there could not possibly be any problems at all in the entirety of time and space, there has been a tiny woopsie with your options.
That is, you can't have them.'
Well, I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.
THEY HAD IT COMING..THEY HAD IT COMING ALL ALONG.....
Hmm.... minor lapse into cell block tango!
But I was not impressed. After all this time, only now do they figure it out that there is an issue. Why not tell me sooner? Because they are stupid, pathetic excuses for people. End of.
Sooooo... now I have to go to a different sixth form!
Exciting!!!!!!
But tragic, as I will miss so many people whom I love so much. Especially Roz!! It's just going to be utterly bizarre doing history without her. (Although we have a blackberry plan.....)
Well, guess that about sums up the recent goings on! I shall not bore you with tales of exams and whatnot - nobody really cares about that to be honest.
And
now, I shall go and concentrate on biology.
That and revision...
Consequently, I have spent an awful lot of time moping and complaining on facebook about that.
And as a result of all this internet exposure, I developed an addiction.
Hi, ..er... everyone, m-m-my name is ..um.. Dais, and I have an... addiction to..
*deep intake of breath*
... tetris.
(those present at this imaginary meeting are clapping sympathetically)...
Oh the joys of tetris! No posh graphics, no complicated plot and no need to worry that it will morph your mind into that of Hannibal Lecters. Just bricks. Colourful, misshapen bricks that fall steadily from the sky, ready to be sorted into lines and evaporated. Ahhh... delightful!
Today has been the end of an era for Roz and myself. Today was the last we ever spent doing history in the same room. I can't say I wasn't glad for the history exam to have finished (the revision for that was a total byatch!) but it saddens me a little to know that we shall never be able to giggle at Stefaniak babes again. Our future hopes of history together have been cruelly crushed by the major pile of merde that is JC.
I received a phonecall from the darling school a couple of days ago with appalling news.
'We're sorry, but despite the fact we told you everything was fine and dandy and that there could not possibly be any problems at all in the entirety of time and space, there has been a tiny woopsie with your options.
That is, you can't have them.'
Well, I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.
THEY HAD IT COMING..THEY HAD IT COMING ALL ALONG.....
Hmm.... minor lapse into cell block tango!
But I was not impressed. After all this time, only now do they figure it out that there is an issue. Why not tell me sooner? Because they are stupid, pathetic excuses for people. End of.
Sooooo... now I have to go to a different sixth form!
Exciting!!!!!!
But tragic, as I will miss so many people whom I love so much. Especially Roz!! It's just going to be utterly bizarre doing history without her. (Although we have a blackberry plan.....)
Well, guess that about sums up the recent goings on! I shall not bore you with tales of exams and whatnot - nobody really cares about that to be honest.
And
now, I shall go and concentrate on biology.
To infinity and beyoooooooooond!!!!!
Thursday 4 June 2009
Shut up and bounce!
Dear people of the free world,
Today I shall address a very serious issue, an issue far greater than war or famine.
Today, I shall spare your souls by preaching to you the dangers of...
The humble trampoline.
But surely, I hear you cry, what harm can come from a spring loaded sheet of woven plastic suspended by metal tubes?
Pahaa...
I laugh at your innocence!
As I type, a dear friend of mine is in agony somewhere. Somewhere, he is high on drugs as a pathetic attempt to lighten his suffering.... all due to the trampoline which resides in the back garden of a friends maison. We were merrily propelling ourselves from one side to the other, running back and forth, defying gravity and screaming with joy.
No, wait, that wasn't joy...
CRRAAAACCKKKK!
He falls to the floor (which promptly springs him back up again) obviously in pain.
In a last act of desperation, he pulls himself across and off the beast and proceeds to hobble over the lawn.
Ice is clutched to his ankle.
But, it is too late.
With one final expulsion of life, he utters:
"Avenge me"
And slumps to the cold, uncaring ground.*
Trampolines kill innocent teenagers!!
*Note to readers - there may have been a teensy little bit of exaggeration slipped in there somewhere... Don't panic though!! I got a text from him whilst he was at A&E complainig that the offending ankle 'has swollen up to the size of a lesbian'. Poor thing.
But, yes, it was on GMTV just this morning about the dangers of trampolining and having fun. We laughed. We ignored their pleas for following health and safety regulations. And now we know.
In the future, we must always solemnly heed the warnings expressed on ITV breakfast programmes. Amen.
Anyways - stay safe and peace out!!
:)
Tomorrow I may tell you about the wonders of Big Brother ^_^..... won't that be a treat?!
Today I shall address a very serious issue, an issue far greater than war or famine.
Today, I shall spare your souls by preaching to you the dangers of...
The humble trampoline.
But surely, I hear you cry, what harm can come from a spring loaded sheet of woven plastic suspended by metal tubes?
Pahaa...
I laugh at your innocence!
As I type, a dear friend of mine is in agony somewhere. Somewhere, he is high on drugs as a pathetic attempt to lighten his suffering.... all due to the trampoline which resides in the back garden of a friends maison. We were merrily propelling ourselves from one side to the other, running back and forth, defying gravity and screaming with joy.
No, wait, that wasn't joy...
CRRAAAACCKKKK!
He falls to the floor (which promptly springs him back up again) obviously in pain.
In a last act of desperation, he pulls himself across and off the beast and proceeds to hobble over the lawn.
Ice is clutched to his ankle.
But, it is too late.
With one final expulsion of life, he utters:
"Avenge me"
And slumps to the cold, uncaring ground.*
Trampolines kill innocent teenagers!!
*Note to readers - there may have been a teensy little bit of exaggeration slipped in there somewhere... Don't panic though!! I got a text from him whilst he was at A&E complainig that the offending ankle 'has swollen up to the size of a lesbian'. Poor thing.
But, yes, it was on GMTV just this morning about the dangers of trampolining and having fun. We laughed. We ignored their pleas for following health and safety regulations. And now we know.
In the future, we must always solemnly heed the warnings expressed on ITV breakfast programmes. Amen.
Anyways - stay safe and peace out!!
:)
Tomorrow I may tell you about the wonders of Big Brother ^_^..... won't that be a treat?!
Tuesday 2 June 2009
Modern education
You know what?
After months of ceaseless worrying about the future, I'm just going to stop.
It doesn't matter what happens with exams, or whether I offend some randomer in the street.
So why have I been panicking about every tiny little iddy biddy thing for so long?
I'm going to make a point of not thinking to hard about stuff that's simply going to bring me down. I'm going to abandon my history revision for a wee while, wack on loud music and have a manic session of looney dancing.
It's a plan!
Just think of the lyrics to Defying Gravity from Wicked and you'll know what sort of mindset I'm in right now. Unfortunately, there will be no amazingly interesting and intriguing stories/musings/poems until atleast after the English exam on Thursday :(
But don't cry!
It will be good.
After months of ceaseless worrying about the future, I'm just going to stop.
It doesn't matter what happens with exams, or whether I offend some randomer in the street.
So why have I been panicking about every tiny little iddy biddy thing for so long?
I'm going to make a point of not thinking to hard about stuff that's simply going to bring me down. I'm going to abandon my history revision for a wee while, wack on loud music and have a manic session of looney dancing.
It's a plan!
Just think of the lyrics to Defying Gravity from Wicked and you'll know what sort of mindset I'm in right now. Unfortunately, there will be no amazingly interesting and intriguing stories/musings/poems until atleast after the English exam on Thursday :(
But don't cry!
It will be good.
Monday 1 June 2009
Life? What life?
Oh dear, I seem to have been lacking in the recent posts department. Even this titchy little non post is the love child of a couple of minutes stolen from that endless sea of...
History revision.
Stefaniaks very own 'final solution'.
Those who she saw as weak were killed off a long time by coursework, those of us who survived 'The Schlieffen Plan' and 'Prohibition' are now subject to hours of painstakingly memorising obscure dates and events. This is our slave labour.
And, on Wednesday 3rd of June, we shall then be taken to the gas chambers of education. We shall be taken to the German Depth Study exam.
Hopefully my indepth knowledge on Adolf Elizabeth Hitlers bollock will pay off....
Well, aside from l'histoire, its not been a bad week ^_^
On Thursday I ventured into the depths of Brummyland with fellow explorer Rozz. We caffeinated ourselves silly with Starbucks and then climbed our way to the top floor of Selfridges in FOUR INCH HEELS!!!!
The relief when we escaped the shop and shoes was orgasmic.
I have savoured the delightful account of the 'bumsweat' train journey and it will no doubt be up here on a blog in the not so distant future
Sorry, if this was all a bit meh..... I just didnt want you to forget me! ^_^
Toodles!
History revision.
Stefaniaks very own 'final solution'.
Those who she saw as weak were killed off a long time by coursework, those of us who survived 'The Schlieffen Plan' and 'Prohibition' are now subject to hours of painstakingly memorising obscure dates and events. This is our slave labour.
And, on Wednesday 3rd of June, we shall then be taken to the gas chambers of education. We shall be taken to the German Depth Study exam.
Hopefully my indepth knowledge on Adolf Elizabeth Hitlers bollock will pay off....
Well, aside from l'histoire, its not been a bad week ^_^
On Thursday I ventured into the depths of Brummyland with fellow explorer Rozz. We caffeinated ourselves silly with Starbucks and then climbed our way to the top floor of Selfridges in FOUR INCH HEELS!!!!
The relief when we escaped the shop and shoes was orgasmic.
I have savoured the delightful account of the 'bumsweat' train journey and it will no doubt be up here on a blog in the not so distant future
Sorry, if this was all a bit meh..... I just didnt want you to forget me! ^_^
Toodles!
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