Singing, Spontaneous Singing and Really Bad Jokes

I have been sent up to the fiery depths of hell to complete a task for the devil.
I've been sent up to the attic conversion to complete my poetry commentary for my english teacher
The first statement is the most accurate

Sooo, how have we been? All Beano? (hahaha geddit? All Dandy, all Beano? I got it, you lot suck)
I have been fabulous! My life has been so brilliant last night I managed to commandeer both party rings and vimto, if that is not winning at life I have absoluitely no idea what is.

So Christmas ey? The time for cheer, quite a lot of food, masses of tinsel and SHOPPING!
Bloody hate Christmas shopping. KitchenCrusader is the worst to buy for ever, take last night for example
Me: Daddy what would you like for Christmas??
KC: I just want us all to be happy I don't need anything I have a job, and have our family, I just want to buy both you and and your sister presents so you are happy:):):)
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?! I mean, it's a really lovely thought but still I know that we'll get to Christmas day and there will be wrapping paper flying around the room with gay abandon and dad will just be sitting there, with a forlorn expression upon his little face as he has nothing to open.

But anyway
Me and Gappy went Cardiff shopping to look for presents and I must admit all day I was on form. We were walking into the city centre thinking of all the merry presents we were going to buy and I got so excited I started Gangnam style dancing out of McDonalds. This was obviously top notch entertainment. However when we were coming closer to the shops (and the people) I started singing like full on going for it to Queen 'Don't Stop Me Now' and for some unknown reason he moved away! I was outraged, so y'know I started singing louder and louder and these lovely people were all having a jolly good laugh at me and Gappy was not happy. Hehe. We also did a marvellous duet to 'Take Me or Leave Me' from Rent (it's a musical) which ended with me jumping on some marble seating in cardiff and singing. I just don't know what comes pover me, my spontaneouity just knows no bounds.
He's an odd one that one. the faces he pulls really creep me out and he can't be left alone shopping. But I do love him, he is a lovely boy. i would like to think that i'll always be there for him but if it was 3 in the morning and he called and would turn my phone off..
We did buy presents though, I got a couple of good 'uns:)
Aren't the peoplle in John Lewis frightening? One literally pouced upon me and dug her claws in like I was her prey and squiretd me with perfume! (In reality she just stopped me and asked if I'd like some and I said I would so she squirted.)

My widdle Pumpkin is home for Chrimbo now, aw she is a little cutie, we have sung lots of Christmas songs and danced (bloody hell I do alot of singing and dancing don't I? I must tone it down) and yep, she makes me laugh she is great.

Oh my lord though. I truly believe that my friendship group is the epitomy of the banter bus. No word of a lie
Today this girl started on one of my friends because 'you bought so-and-so a gingerbread man for Christmas and I was going to buy her one.' Well well well, if said person likes gingerbread men so much surely she will not be too distressed by recieving another? These girls don't like each other as it is so I don't see why they just don't talk and everything would turn up roses but oh lawd, it was fun, fun times.
They were clearly talking about her though, you know when people look at you while they're talking about you and you just sit there like 'oh, they must be talking about that black cat just behind me, those dirty looks cannot be for me' but they were clearly talking (bitching) about her. Then one of the bitchy girls turned around and said 'oh we weren't talking about her, we were talking about our plans for friday!' well, unless those plans involve looking at people while talking and you were practising them now I think you may be telling a little porky there aren't you:):) Yes you are:):)
But it's funny, I laugh, everyone may hate me for this tomorrow which would be sad as it means I will definitely not be able to get a gingerbread man:(:(

I changed the words to 'Little Things' for Gappy actually so that they suit him. One lyric was 'and I'm joining up the dots with the black heads on your nose and it all makes sense to me.' I tell you now, if you are my friend you will have this beautiful signing thrust upon you all the time. Egghead knows all about it

That's it then. I hope you are singing now. I hope you also feel like eating a gingerbread man, I know I do. Cheerio, take care

Walking, Friends and Buble

ORRITE LADS
helloooooo!
..is it me you're looking forrrrr
I know it is guys, I know.
Sorry, had to whap that one in there, just prime time for it y'know:)

Well, I shall get the sad parts over and done with now.
As you know my Granddad was ill last time I blogged well, he has now died. Thank you for the 'aws' you are saying in your brain. Yep, ngl, pretty distraught, and it's basically been the short straw to alot of shit I have been putting up with over the last two years. Over the past three weeks like WOAH I bet I have been difficult but then it's like, I feel like I don't get any support off my 'cloest friends.' And I can feel them judging me and what not, so now I'm more like 'fuck off mate, I am way more brilliant than you anyway' (which I am.) Literally you would not believe it, 3 days after his death and they were like 'oh you're flirting with this boy' (who they had been having problems with.) Sorry ok, but just because you're not friends with him, doesn't mean that I can't be! Cheek of it. Sorry (not sorry) if you're reading this.
Um yes, also the other day I had a revelation about something and I was like 'YOU'RE A KNOB' and could not believe my earses. I'm not even allowed to explain to you what actually happened. But it was not good times I tell you.

Well, anywho. I went to Hucklow last week! Just for the weekend for the Seniors (14-17) Weekend. I tell you now, one of the best weekends ever. I am obviously a ridiculously silly person and decided that once we had been on a 2 hour walk..I wouldn't take the bus back to the place we were staying nooo, I'll just walk back again! So we and two of my friends gayly wandered back, happily sharing our love for each and saying how we were so clever to be finding our way back in the dark and so on. At this point we came to wall. And we looked at said wall. And turned to each other with a look that screamed 'THIS IS NOT A FAMILIAR WALL.' But, joyfully, we clamboured over the wall. And the rocks, which were placed on top of the wall, fell off. I shit you not, we were not so gayful at that moment in time. However we found our way back, covered in mud, all rather happy.
Anyway, it got to midnight, bed time was at one, and my friend wanders down to the kitchen where we're all chillen' and says 'LETS COOK BAGELS' so we all eagerly agreed. We turned on the knob at the oven, and waited for it to warm up..twenty five minutes later, still waiting. The oven, was stone cold. I was not a happy chappy. To which we (10 of us) look around the oven in confusement AND IT HADN'T BEEN TURNED ON AT THE BLOODY PLUG! the worst part being that the plug was bright red. Even worse that my stomach acid was gnawing at my stomach because it was so hungry.
So yes, it was just a lovely weekend, full of lovely people who, even though I only see them 3 times a year, keep me going all year round.
I love you lot.

What else have I gotten up to hm.
I've been told by a charming young lady that my blog is one of the best things ever, for this compliment, I have awarded her a name, she is ICE COOL (hang on no that's not her name) and I mean I can't even. She was like my cousin's unofficial  girlfriend, however they're not anymore. But she is just the most wonderful person ever! I get along with her so well, aaand, she adores cath kidston. So I thought her being ice cool and liking cath kidston her name that is her would be KidstonKool. Idk guys, I may change it, but for the time being, it suits.

I have also come to the conclusion that Sims ruins your life. One of my friends has been playing it since two o'clock today, and it is now eight o'clock. Surely there is not that much you can do on one game?! Ok well, if it was that microlife game on the Blue Peter website I would understand cos that game is the one, omg I have not played that in ages I must go play it now. But yes, I know you understand me.

I also just want to say a massive thank you to SoberCity for being there for me these past couple of weeks. I don't even know if you're reading this (I also feel like I'm accepting a trophy) but you are brilliant and you deserve the best in life. And hey, I love you.

Well, there is nothing left to say. Cheerio my fine fellows. May the rest of this month be filled with panic buying, mince pie eating, and possibly some glitter. I have already started my Christmas festivites. Here's a little something to get you into the Christmas cheer, be good!

help

This isn' tthe noraml way I write a blog.

I just feel sad ok I hate showning my emotions I sometimes write them on twitter and then delete them before they get posted, I write bbm status's and then change them straight away. I hate it when people ask about what's going on, I don't want to talk about it I just want to cry. I feel so outside of my friendship group right now and idk I'm probably not. The person who i'd want to tell these things to I don't want to annoy which is also funny because I'm probably completely and utterly in love with this person. It's funny how they say you'll always love your first love but for me it's my second. Rebel that I am.

Apparenty my granddad won't last the week and I can't cope with that. I want him to die but I don't want him to die.

Half the time I hate everybody and just want to stay in and cwtch and watch Merlin but then, contradictory to that I want to be with someone.

Basically what I'm trying to say is that even though everywhere anywhere I am constantly cynical about love that I'm actually still completely human and I'm not that tough all the time and I do want to be loved.
I'm sorry if this is the first time you've read my blog and you see this. I know that I shouldn't have to apologise for the way I feel but I do. I constantly feel that I need to smile because then everyone else will and hopefully everything will be ok. But it's not ok.

I can't cope with everyone seeing me ans strong and asking me for my opinions on their situations (even though I understand that they're fab) I look at myself sometimes and wonder how I got so grown up. I know that's dead weird to say but I do. Inside I feel like I'm thirty, that I've been through things that people do by the time their thirty and I'm only sixteen. Please, I think I just need to go to Hucklow. I think I need you.

Cider, Crying and Comedy

Well well well half term is finally upon us.. there is a Lord above
I'm not being funny but this feels like the longest term ever, even my history teacher stood at the front of the class saying 'this is the longest term ever, we are flagging.' Bless his cotton socks.
I really don't know what I'm going to do over half term, lounge about alot, hopefully have lots of nice film days. I think the teachers have realised that we have done fuck loads in term time so they have not given us alot of homework, which is naaaaice.

I was actually invited out on friday. For those who don't know me, I don't go out alot. It's not like a social reject or anything (I'm pretty fab, everyone wants to be my friend, it's a curse) however I live away from everyone in school and I'm just pretty lazy really..sorry guys. I also like to rebel against the system I guess, you all like going out on saturday nights and getting drunk? I enjoy staying in and watching Merlin then.
ANYWAY friday I did actually go out, it was a fab fab night full of drinking. So I mainly drink cider and wine ok, but this girl poured me half a glass of vodka and something else and I downed it..and I spewed..alot. It was not pretty, I am never ever drinking vodka again. It is the liquid of Lucifer.
There was also fuck loads of crying, not from me, I was a preoper happy chappy. But DramaCentral cried about how she would never be able to compete with her brother and how she was all alone. And being the top friend I am I sat there and rubbed her back and told her that I would be her girlfriend. For the record. I may well be a bit bi yes, however I am never ever going to date one of my friends which five minutes after she had stopped crying I had to warn her, just in case she turned lezza and wanted to take up on my offer. I quickly scuttled away from her and hey, necked a boy, I believe that I'm pretty aware of my sexuality. boys boys boys.
There was also a lot of crying from one of my other friend (who will remain anoymous) and said person told me so many things and I was so happy and it was all round good times and I love this person so much I can't even describe it and ahhh. one day my lovies, I will explain exacxtly what I'm on about and you will cry in happiness with me.. but not before:)
That was the night really, it was pretty fab. Oh. I did get down to my underwear at one point, don't ask, these things just happen..

I think I'm emotionally unstable.
I had a week last week where I looked in the mirror and felt repulsed, I started crying at NeverShoutNever while washing the dishes and I'm not sure why. I mean, I do not like mess and the dishes were pretty gross, but I don't believe that is the answer..
My granddad is currently dying, I haven't actually told many people about this so hey, sorry if you're one of my close friends and you're finding out right now. And we went to visit today, and even though he hasn't got long left (so the doctors say) he seemed fine. Then he went for a nap and when he woke up he was all over the fucking place and it sounds awful but, I just want him to die. I can't cope with seeing him die slowly y'know, and think it'd be less painful. I'd be a fucking wreck when it happens, but atleast I won't have to watch him trying to pretend the world is dandy for my sake.
I guess there's other stuff going on. One of my friend's is emotionally blackmailing the other. She's a bit of a tit at times, and there's other stuff but, lets not bore you.

Oh my life, I knew that one of my friends and me were pretty fucking funny but on wednesday we out did ourselves. We 'twaped' (how weird is that word) one of our friends saying that she was deleting her account and to follow her on her new one..which we put my friend's account. And then we we went on her Ask.Fm and wrote questions to herself and answered them..as herself. Literally, tears were pouring down my cheeks we were so funny. However this girl (who is a proper attention seeking whore) started crying and then she reported us to the teachers and then the school rang home, it ended up all fine BUT I have learnt a valuable lesson from this whole experience. I can not surpress my hilarious nature, sometimes it must just run free and wild like a deer, or possibly a baby when it sees a relative coming to pick it up and coo incessantly. For the most time I can surpress myself, but when comedy gold moments arrive you should grasp them with both hands, and possibly lick them, make the most out of them. Comedy is where it is at.

I have also just ordered the Kindle Fire HD, all paid for by myself! WINNING AT LIFE

I guess that's it then. Not much. I can't wait to read this when I'm older and laugh at all the amusing things I have accomplished in my life. Which is many, I feel sorry for all you sad creatures that actually go out every night and have no time to blog, CaptainComedy (can't think of a name to describe myself it's gonna have to change I'm far too amazeballs to be tied down to one name) signing off!

Days In, Doctor Who and Fab

Life is fab, I am fab, a lot of things in my life are fab. SoberCity is fab, cold nights cwtched up in bed are fab, Harry Potter is fab, tweeting incesantly (c0mmonperson) is fab, I could go on, but I won't bore you. Whta I am getting at here is my overuse of the adjective 'fab.' And I use it a considerable amount it's absolutely crazy, but things are so..fab, that I just can't help it! I guess I am saying this to apologise in advance for everytime that I use it.

I stayed in this weekend.
Taking 5 As's means a hell of a lot on notes to copy up, and seeing as my phone is glued to my hands it always takes me about twenty million times longer. This friday night was no different. It was a great night because I talked to my old friend Gappy all evening. How it was utter bollocks because biology makes me want to get down on the floor and weep for humanity.
Another thing that makes me want to weep for humanity
People who can not, and WILL NOT sort out their problems. Ok I get it man, you have a problem with your friends, that's fine, you're with them 24/7 they get on your nerves whatever. However posting about it to twitter and facey b is never ever ever going to help your god damn situation!! And when your friends actually try to help you, pushing them away isn't going to help either! Why can't people talk things out? Why are girls so bitchy and shallow? Oh yeah, shallow. So while everyone thinks this girl is annoying (however she is not annoying all the time just the majority, I can be nice) having one talk with her (probably while intoxicated) doesn't suddenly make her an angel.
I don't know, I guess this is what I brandish as shallow, maybe I have the wrong end of the stick but it annoys me so I must rant it out.

Though hahahaha I went out the other staurday to my friend's house and was introduced to gangnam style if you haven't heard it GET YO' SHIT TOGETHER. It's awful and gloriously brilliant you will love it.

So yeah um, the rest of this weekend has been pootling about the house, falling in love with depressing singers, being moi.
FAB

I watched Doctor Who as well. I am a massive Who fan, I started watching it when Christpher Eccleston started and it was SO GOOD. The acting was fab and the writing was just so wonderful, everything weaved together and at the end BANG a massive plot twist. Somethimes there would be little hints through out te series leading to the finale.
However
The  new Doctor Who is shite.
The writing is shite, they had such a good story last night I was just ugh, it could've been awesome. But at the last hurdle it was like they thought 'ah well, I just want a cuppa really mate, lets finish this off and then out the kettle on.' I nearly died it was so poor.
Remember The Empty Child with the little kid in the Blitz with the gas mask on his face? That was epic writing.
I just miss David Tenannt really, I find Matt Smith tries too hard to be him.
However I do understand that show needs to be a little bit jollier after David's practically suicidal last series.
So that's it really, get your act together Doctor Who.

Prawn Crackers, Abseiling and Sixth Form.

Oh hi guys, remember me? Quite sarcastic, gives people names to keep them anonymous, lover of prawn crackers. Yeah me, I know I know I haven't blogged in about half a century but a lot has happened ok and not a lot of those happenings has been turning on the computer.

So, where do I start? Well, I went to the annual FDA in Hucklow this year. This is the tricky part now, explaining Hucklow. Ok so it's like, a sacred space where me and other people of my faith (Unitarians) go and find what it is to be ourselves, grow in self esteem, confide things in a place where we never can with anyone else. Everyone is trusted there, I see hucklow has one massive family, it's fab ok I just, I'm always overwhelmed with love for it. This year was no different, I first stayed the weekend before with my homegurl CrazyLady though. Oh my god this was one of the best times of my life ok we stayed up till all hours talking about poo and we laid in and we went to the heart of Belps and I stole things from the cinema pick and mix and OML it was just amaze.
Hucklow was also amazeballs. I can't even we just did loads of workshops about ourselves and we had one making electronica music and we went abseiling! This was traumatic ok I ended up at one point being upside down over a cliff just oh my, crazy times. I love seeing everyone again though, we're like a broken clock but when we come together we fit perfectly. How cringey was that line just there?! Someone shoot me dear lord. I also found that I abbrievate words alot, alot alot. No one knew what 'amaze' or 'amazeballs' was! Can you believe it! They looked at me like I was speaking another language, and when I genuinely said 'totes' they were gone. For all you uneducated people out there, here is a dictionary
Amaze - Amazing
Amazeballs - Bloody amazing oh my god can not put this into words
Perf - Perfect
Aws  -Awesome
Hilar - Hilarious
Quite Franks - Quite Frankly
Totes - Totally
Emosh - Emotional
Obv -Obviously
Ridic - Ridiculous
Each one of these I used on a day to day basis. Incorporate them into your life, you may not get an A in English, however you will sound like a tit which is always amusing to those around you. And being funny is better than being clever.
So yeah, that was one massive part of my holidays.

And apart from that, I have eaten, slept and watched FRIENDS and not a lot else ok I am a lazy bint it is true

What else has happened hm, my sister went back to university on sunday. I have not started missing her yet, I probably will soon though, I now can not just wander around the house going 'you sly dog!' as when I say this to The Boss she either says' who is a sly dog?' or 'why am I a sly dog?' Bless her little cotton socks she has absolutely no idea what is going on, which is sometiems very depressing, especially with this sensational quote.

I have started sixth form wooooo! I have stupidly taken 5 AS Levels, plus Welsh Bacc which is being foced upon me. Ok, there is NO POINT in welsh bacc, the only pount is to make you realise that school is shocking and you must run to england while you have the chance that is IT. When telling my teachers that I did not want to take said stupid subject they told me that I should drop one of my other ones as I am likely to fail them anyway. So, anyone planning on coming to SatanSchool, the teachers are always considerate of you, and definitely put you before funding of the school..

I did really well in my GCSEs, and my parents gave me some money, with this money and money I have saved I have decided to buy an iPad 3 cos y'know why? They are absolutely beautiful and I just want to hold one all the time. If any of you have any reason to tell me why I shouldn't get an iPad, don't.

I was having a massive freak out over sixth form, mainly because of the Yerar 13s, we have like a barrier in the common room and year 13 sit one side and we sit the other. I was freaking out the night before that they would judge us from afar, tell us to get out of the common room, and generally treat us very unfairly. This thought escalated in my head to them kicking us out of the common room and me having to spend the rest of my life wandering around the school like a lost sheep. One of my friends had to remind me that they would just joke and mumble a bit and not firebrick my house. Which was fab and I have calmed down considerably.

I have also most definitely and completing put on the weight this summer, so I have to dash now to get an early night so I can go out for a run in the morrow. When I say run I mean run for five seconds and then crawl back to my house because I have the stamina of..something that has low stamina..me, which is nothing at all.

I leave you all with this, much love xo

Feelings, Fireworks and Weddings.

So HAI
 I always feel so much happier when I blog, I don't really know why. It's like I'm about to get so much off my chest and I'm like 'BRING IT' It's probably really bad. This sort of thing used to freak me out with tumblr. The way people posted all their feelings and it was so so depressing. But I don't know, I'm starting to look at things with a different light so maybe I'll try it again.
Sometimes I do think people should have diaries though. The things they post on facebook are just ridiculous. When Tom broke up with me I didn't go blabbing to facebook and twitter about my feelings because I didn't want everyone to know. I half want to give everyone a diary just so they don't get judged and they feel like they aren't alone.
However.
It's ironic how I am now pouring my feelings out on this blog, so I suppose that I can not really talk.

I'm really confused. And it's obviously about a boy.
I have never seen that film! It's on every christmas isn't it and I have never ever gotten around to watching it. That's well bad I must watch it this christmas..which is only four months away. Scary.
ANYWAY
It's like, we won't talk for ages and I'll think that I'm over him. And then I'll bump into him somewhere, and we'll start talking again. and he'll be kinda flirty and then..nothing.
I was pretty sure at one point he actually liked me as well, and I liked him at the same time but then we never really got it together?
What does all this flirtiness mean? Does he like me or not? I hate just sitting around and waiting but then when you like someone enough I guess it feels ok. To live on the hope that one day you'll be together. But after a while I get paranoid, I see photos and think 'you like her, I know it.'
And I hate it.
I hate not being able to control my thoughts because someone else has taken them over. my brain is MINE but no matter how hard they try they keep coming back. like water, it gets into everything.
And this also scares me, because I don't like being attached to one person, because I know I'll hurt them. Because I'll just get bored and end up pushing them away and then I start feeling hurt because I don't want to hurt them but I have. Bearing in mind, all this is going on in my brain while we are not together, not talking and he probs can not remember my last name.
So yes, I'm quite confused.

But there have been some happy times this month or so. I went to the fireworks with my girl SoberCity. this was massively good times and we walked along the pier and realised that there is nothing there for anyone to see but there is if you know where it is. However if you don't know where the thing to see is, then there is nothing to see. Basically the pier consisted of the smell of fish and fishing rods. (We didn't know where the thing to see was.)
Also, Hi-Tide fireworks? Not a patch on Prague ofc but fireworks are still really pretty I think. Porthcawl have them constantly since I was born so I love them.
I mean, I think the cutest thing would to go to a fireworks display and see 'MARRY ME' in the sky and then your guy on one knee in front of you. Even if I didn't know him and he was about eighty with a beard I would marry him.

I also went to a wedding. This was all round FAB TIMES. Mainly because KitchenCrusader (tighest man in the universe, literally a nun's vagina has nothing on him) got a bit tipsy and was buying everyone drinks. OH MAN I was loving it! He was dancing around (or 'bopping' as my mother was calling it, don't even go there with me, she lives in the 80's) to every song, he was very nearly the life and soul and I was very proud.
The actual wedding was lovely too ofc. However it was a catholic wedding. Now, I attend a Catholic school and I go to mass. However I play an instrument, so I just sit in the corner and doze off for the most of it and it's very nice. But now! I was standing up and sitting down and at one point they incorporated kneeling. Literally some hand movements and the could've got a good dance routine out of it.

Also I have dip-dyed my hair. You know when you have really high expectactions of something and it turns out better then you imagined and you're like 'YES BANE I CAN TAKE YOU ON YOU MASKED DEMON' (I have recently seen the dark knight rises I was overwhelmed it was so good.)
Anyway, it wasn't one of those situations.
Basically I wanted electric blue hair and it turned out very dark blue and as I have quite dark hair it was a bummer. But ah well, I'll find a lighter blue and re-dye and re-dye until I find the colour I want!

I love twitter, but I find I can't really get much off my chest or say something really deep because there are so little characters to do it in. I am a right chatterbox, I will talk for hours, the air comes in from my ears and I inhale food, and then twiiter gives me 140 characters to say what's going on?! What if the world is coming to an end -Voldemort is back, rollerskating mannequins have taken over every Starbucks in the world, every Asian doesn't look the same and the sun is burning out!! What am I supposed to say?! 'Currently world ending, can't get a good hot chocolate because of dummies. Can't tell asian from white, HP is needed and it's gone very dark' oh yeah, that's great, really gives the full perspective.

I have been working very hard lately and have stacked up loads of money from my job. this is very exciting for me as it means that I can buy lots of food and drink and do not have to scab money off other people yay:)

Oh christy, this was quite long! ok, I have a song for you all to listen to, my dad got The Stranglers CD for his birthday and I really like this song on it so listen to it and rediscover your  60's self:)
Peace out guys, I love you all xxx

French Horns, Crying and Fish and Chips

Hai Hai

This blog is going to be just as wonderful as the last, possibly more so. I would like to inform you all now, after weeks of blogging, that I'm pretty self confident in some ways. Actually I'm just really cocky. Like someone will say 'aw Liz I love you!' and I'll reply 'real qauestion is babe, who does not?' I don't think I'm cocky in a really cocky way, just in a funny cocky way. Or I could just BE  a cock and not know it. Ew could you imagine, I would definitely be circumsised.
However this has nothing to do with my blog or what i have be up to of recent.

I have been on my first 4 counties orchestra course! I must admit this was jolly good times all round. I have never played my flute for so long in my life, but i really enjoyed the repotoire that we had, and the company that I kept.
When I say company I mean the one friend i mainly talked to forthe whole 4 days, my good pal HungryHorn. This is mainly cos it was both of our first courses and we had no other firends who didn;t annoy us all the time.
Apart fgrom playing music, the majority of time was spent playng pool. I am shockingly bad at pool. when I was in Australia I played my first pool game and called the cue a racquet and the nets a goal. Hitting the white ball was an achievement.
Myself and HungryHorn had a very enjoyable pool game at one point. Said game consisted of everyone hitting ym cue from behind, hwich at first INFURIATED me, however when i realised that actually my balls were being potted now it became good times. It did end up me call HungryHorn a 'wanker' alot of the time as he is bloody beast at pool and enjoys throwing it in my face when I do something desperately bad. Bad things include me saying 'I can do this, im tossing someone off from behind, im tossing someone off from behind, I'm tossing someone..AND CUM.' Obviously when I say cum im supposed to hit a ball and everyone startes cheering, this never happened. I did hit one boy in the face by acccident once.

After the course we went on our practise Duke of Edinburgh Silver. You know, at the time you think it's horribly traumatic and that you're going to die. And then you get home and realise that it wasn't too bad, and with the right people around you you would get up and do it again.
Here are some wonderful things that happened on our practise DofE:
-One of my friends needing the toilet and complaining about it every 3 seconds saying 'how long till the toilet???' HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! being the good friend I am I say 'Just 3 minutes' Half an hour later we arrive at toilets, hehe.
-Thinking we're getting lost and practically going in someones back garden and up vertical (literally) hills with only penut chocs and mars bars to keep morale up.
-One time we were gayily wondering along a winding path wondering what our future held and a runner ran past us saying GET OUT OF THE WA KIDS. And then the bitch turned round and said 'You try running 12 miles when you're sixty! You'll all be fat old bags by the time you're 30!' TRUE STORY! I was in shock, we probably should have used the oppotunity to have a little sit down. Two of my friends then started running after her to try and confront her, which was rather amusing.
-One night my friend woke up crying because her legs were aching so much and I woke up, looked at her and rolled back ove and went to sleep. My teacher was very comforting and said 'go to sleep and we'll sort it out in the morning.'
-On the second day we were literally lost sheep and once we had found ourselves we were walking down into this little illage and many of my friends were asking the question 'how long is it going to be?' Ok, I love my friends, but seriously?! I have a map. I can not look at the map and go 'right well, judging by how fsr away we are from the campsite, the pace we are walking and multiply this by 2.5, it's will be 1 hours, 42 minutes and 3 seconds!!' This ended up in us ignoring our friends and me shouting '4 HOURS' at one point. because then really any time before the 4 hours mark is a bonus.

We also had a teme song which was exciting. It was Eye of the Tiger, me and BabywipesGalore know every word of the chorus! This is an achievement in our lives, and byt the second day the only thing that was keeping us walking.
We didn't stay the second night. It became too wet and we couldn't cook so our teachers were like ;sod this for a laugh we need a drink' and took us home! It was ab fab.

So apart from sitting on my bum watching Once Upon a Time I have not done anything. Apart from going to see Spiderman with my cousin from lincoln, but that doesn't really. It's still pretty lazy.

Well, you may already know, but The Killers are back on track and have a new song out! i think that it's absolutely gorgeous but you can decide for yourselves, love you all

Prague, Brownies and Back Gardens

Well, I'm back chaps. Sorry about not blogging since about forever there has just been lots going on.

EXAMS ARE OVER! This is a very good point in my life, I know have weeks and weeks off to do lots of nothing. I have perfected the art of doing nothing. Bacon has never tasted better when you know that after you've eaten it all you have left to do is watch recorded films and eat chocolate.
obviously we celebrated this glorious freedom. % of my chummly-wummlies came over and we had a lovely time drinking alchy drinks and get very happy. I think that fact that I have a hot tub in my back gardne made the experince more enjoyable, and also that we were in a tent. tents always make things more exciting don't they? Who knows why. I think it may be because you're definitely not under the watchful eye of adukts, you're nearer the earth, you can smell your roots!..I bloody hate smelling roots. I have hayfever and camping is a nightmare, it's like friday traffic.
So yes, camping (in a field or a back garden) is top notch.

Just before my exams finished I went on Brownie Pack Holiday. I bet a lot of you looked at this title and thought 'Chocolate Brownies.' OH NO looks are decieveing aren't they! You didn't think of munchhkin size guirls dressed in banana colours running around calling innocent people (such as myself) 'Squirrel'.
It was good fun i admit, to let your hair down and be seven again. make crowns, dancing to S Club 7 and the Spice Girls. It was just a bit of a laugh, a good laugh.
On the saturday night there was 'Entertainment' and I wasn't planning on doing anyhthing until TeaAholic came up to me and was all 'We must perform!' She suggested that we do that thing when someone is the face and someone else is the arms and the arms put make up on the face etc etc. I admit it, I was naive. I thought we were going to pretend to be putting the make up on. We weren't. NEVER AGAIN will I be doing soemthing like this. I had face cream in my mouth (not as tasty as you think) mascara brushes being poked into my eyes (just as painful as you think) and the icing on the cake (literally) a cake being shovelled into my mouth. If anyone wants to know the definition of 'taking one for the team' i am the epitome of it quite frankly. I might actually BE the team. Ref, goalie and all.
I was trying to remember little quotes from throughout the weekend. One girl couldn't do up her shoelaces and TeaAholic went to help, just before she went she looked at me and said 'Enter TeaAholic' I nearly had a little wee laughing.


After the exams we had a history trip to Prague! It was a joyous (drunken) trip. We did actually have some history stuf in there, we went to a synagoguey tyope place, and a concentration camp and a museum. The concentration camp was defs an experince. I think everyone should go to one at some point in their lifetimes, just so they can truly understand how bad the conditions were and how much they can appreciate life now.
When we got to prague there was only 3 to a room, I still went with my chums but EggHead slept on the floor bless her. I gave her my covers every night, to be a fair I didn't really mind as due to tiredness and alcohol intoxication I mainly passed out each night.
The second night was the worst, everyone was off their socks. Prague is a beautiful city, well the old part is, but they will serve anyone as long as you are out of your pushchair. Which was fab for us! I think the teachers were worried about it but we had the most amaze chilled out teachers so whatever. This is how chilled our teachers are, one vicked me. YES I AM IN OUTRAGE. A teacher swore at me, AND THEN LAUGHED. I nearly went over and punched him, however he most definitely would've punched me straight back so I just sat there in shock contemplately my options. Pizza or hospital, went for pizza and didn't regret it.
I was the responsible one on the second night can I say, as BabywipesGalore was spewing her guts out into the toilet (thank god she's not a boy her aim in terrible) I was the good friend holding back her hair.Never again mind you, I was nearly being sick myself.
I can't really remember what else we did. You know when you just have a good time and you hold the memories and can't really put it all into words? It was just like that. You can imagine ot though, after 4 days of being intensely with people we were all starting to get on each other nerves. But noone gave EggHead a shovel so noone died.
We took an insane amount of pictures mind you. Some of the drunk ones are just gruesome so we;'ve had to put them ina  private album on facebook. One of the was of BabywipesGalore's excrement, DON'T ASK ME WHY. It's absolutely foul. However hilarious at the same time.

I was expecting this blog to be about half an hour long, but it's not that bad really is it? Quite pround of myself I must say. Apart from all that nothign much has really gone on. My darling Pumpkin is home which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because now I can make fun of someone and also someone laughs at me. A curse because I have taken it upon myself to help her lose weight, which means exercise which means effort. I was never in the queue for effort when it was being given out, it wa sa long queue and I figured I could just had a little nap and would work through life without it.
DramaCentral got annoyed with me and SoberCity the other day because I didn;t invite her round my house. If you didn;t think she was dramatic then right there is my proof that she is. It is quite franks amaze how I am still friends with her.

Ok ok I must go because I am going on an orchestra course on friday and I can not play the music so I must now go and pretend to practise.
I leave you with this, i found it on my iPod the other day and it's really good so new fave song. Peace out all my little chillies everywhere

The Code of Friendship and Sleep

So it's been a pressing week. My parents went away for The Boss' 50th and I was hoping I'd have the house to myself. Unfortunately this did not happen and I got shipped out to BG for the days. BG's is a very boring place to be and it ended up me walking to Rest Bay multiple times and watching films.
Obviously I did not watch the films at Rest Bay because there are lacking telly's there..

I watched Dirty Dancing, Catch Me If You Can and Sex and the City, ALL OF THEM I approve of. They each have very good story lines and tres tres good looking males, ahhh cold water cold water.

ANYWAY

Bigg Issue here chaps

I love my friends, each and everyone of them is utterly unique and fabulous. Each of them has made me into the brilliant person I am today. I personally, would never do anything to hurt them and I would hope that they feel the same. But I think some girls need to be given the girl hand book to study again. Recently, and this has happened to two of my friends, in different friendship groups, one girl has been flirting copiously with the guy she likes. Flirting is not a problem! It must be practised so we can remain experts. However on the boy your friend likes? There is no frienship in that, that is mean and against any code of friendship. No girl should be desperate enough to get a boyfriend that they feel the need to take their friend's. I've become very disappointed in the girls recently that have stooped to this level and have thought very differently of them. It's not right and it should be stopped.
So here, is a quick synopsis of the handbook.
 1. No flirting with other friend's boyfirends/boys that they are trying to cultivate a relationship with. (KitchenCrusader - dad- does not like the term 'getting with')
2. Chocolate/any food/alcohol must be shared at all times.
3. You must be a top friend and help at all times i.e bleaching your own hands for the sake of your friends hair getting better. You must never ever sit and watch.
4. You must be on call even if it is the middle of the night for a crisis. You must be availabe and open for chats.
5. There must always be a bed for any friend at your house.
6. You must always wait and see what they wear when they come out of the changing rooms, never wander off.
7. Be truthful when it comes to the male species.

Well, that is all I can think of for the moment, there's probably a lot more but those are the important ones.

Nothing else has happened this week. oh yes, I have slept A LOT that is where the sleep part of the title comes from. Also not alot of revision has happened, hey ho. that's the way it goes. ooh cheeky little rhyme there.

DramaCentral has just e-mailed round saying that she wants to go to the beach for her birthday and have a bonfire, this is a fab idea. however I am on brownie Pack holiday. and as much as I love DramaCentral.. I can't disappoint the Brownies. But I can always go on Pack Holiday again and make up an excuse for not going this time. But then if it rains on the day...we won't be going anyway and I should have gone on Pack Holiday. I also said that I would go on Pack Holiday first, and I am a man of my word, well woman. 'so we're all man of our word really, apart from Elizabeth, who is infact a woman' -very good quote which epitomises my situation.
Either way i'm actually very upset and don't know what to do so any help would be appreciated.

Toodle Pip then, I'll sort this out

Family Get-Togethers and all that.

Aw hi guys
So here we go, lets get on with the update
It's funny, I know lots of thimgs have happened this week because as they've been happening I've been ridiculous and thinking 'I must get home and blog about this' however obviously, I didn't.
So, what has happened?

I had a welsh exam on friday. I enjoy speaking welsh, around the house, to my mates, bit of wenglish is ok. however Welsh writing is shite. Seriously there is no point, at no point in my life am I ever going to want to write welsh. Seriously. But The Boss does not see this, all she sees are A Stars. And apparently if I do not get an A in welsh I have to re-sit in Year 12 in November. You have NO idea how angry this makes me. Seriously, no one cares about welsh, and it's alot of pressure for something I can not garentee. Bearing in mind now, I was so stressed during the exam about getting this A that I freaked out and forgot little words that i definitely should have known, but didn't. Crappio.
The Boss is just a result maniac, she wats A star A star A star, and quite frankly, I am happy with a's. A's are good! I understand that A Stars are betterm, however if i get 12 A's that's better than getting " A';start and forty million C's because I've been too busy focusing on the A Stars.
Something good did happen in the midst of all this panic about A's though. i tweeted (asdfghjkliz_) about it. And a VERY good looking lad (TrumpetHeaven) tweetd me back saying 'pop lwc' (good luck in welsh for all the english people that may well be reading this. WELL this took me into a state of panic. Every frieday night I have orchestra, and every friday night me and my friend (DramaCentral), look and him and drool. He is absolutely gorgeous. he really is, there's just something asbout him you know? I honestly don't know what it is but yep, he's amazingly hot.
So that was good, I went into overdrive and was like 'OH MYGOD HE'S ACKNOWLEDGED MY EXISTENCE!' I'm getting very emotional just thinking about it.

What else has happened..
DramaCentral has been having a lot of male problems of late, and mostly it's them stringing her along. I would like to know, why do boys do this? If they just wanted girls for a quick neck I'm sure they would be more than happy to do this. it's just the fact that sometimes they see the need to bring up the girl's self esteem even more and be all 'I LIKE YOU!' Boys, don't get me wrong, it's fabulous..if you mean it? But when you haven't text all called after a month, and we're literally staring at our phones 24/7 it's pretty crap. Please don't tell us you like us if you're not planning on asking us out, or really do anything about it at all.  Ok this isn't exactly what has been happening to my friend, however it's a point I needed to get out there.
I'm probably far too out there when it comes to the male species. I know all girls are like, major flirty when it comes to the guy they like. And don't get me wrong, I flirt like crazy, I will probably flirt with a mop if there is nothing else there. And I liked this boy, so I flirted, however I am also quite a 'fuck this' kind of person, I couldn't be bothered anymore so I just told him that I liked him. And it was so weird, taking the situation into your own hands. You being the one in control instead of waiting for the boy to figure out you like him while you grow a beard and start naming all the forks in your cutlery drawer.
So the boy wasn't like 'I love you!' obviously, he was happy, and we're still mates. I'm happy, and I would definitely do the same thing again, every girl has that power and can tell the boy how she feels!

You're probably wondering why my title is 'family get - togethers' when there has been no mention of it. (No you're not thinking that? Well get your act together because you should be.) Last night we had a family get together, one of my uncles came down from Epson and 13 of us went out for a meal. I'm not going to lie, before hand I was debating on whether cutting off a leg so I didn't have to go, or breaking my nose. I hate family get togethers, we have such a LOUD side of the family, and the uncle that comes down can be a complete knob, and I was just worried I was going to hit someone. I had decided that I was just going to eat my way through the night.
Well. It actually went really, really well. Everyone actually got on (ish) I didn't punch my younger cousin even though she read my messages, she's such a little madam. I also enjoyed the food and the vino (I did mix red and rose which was a bad idea and I don't recommend.) Also there was a waiter who I had branded as GAY after 3 seconds (it was a loss), however he then started flirting with me! And being me, I started flirting back! He was saying everything that we had for dessert and half way through I went 'I'm so impressed right now' and he gave me a cheeky smile And gave me more wine which made me love him more.
We had a foreign man as well come and serve us and oh my I loved him. I think he was Italian, and he was SO over the top. Arms everywhere, making little jokes, you know when you look at someone and you're like, come home with me now. I need him in my life forever.

Well, I am tres sorry that this blog has not been awfully witty, however I am tired as I have been up for work and haven't fully recovered from last night.. Ciao for now!

Bleach and Dreadlocks

Yesterday I found what is the power of bleach.
Not on my own hair of course. Oh my if I dyed my hair my mum would KICK OFF like you have no idea. A couple of months back I piercied my ears, and she nearly had heart failure.
Anyway.
I found the power of bleach though a friend, we'll give her the nick name BleachBeliever, who wanted to dye her hair a lighter brown and for some godforsaken reason bleached her hair blonde and then did the brown. Well, the only way to really describe her hair was that of a witch. It was absolutely disastrous. My best friend Jenny (SoberCity) and I ended up having to smother her poor hair in conditioner to try and take it out of it's cotton wool, state.
This made me realise how happy I am that I have looked after my hair. If I hadn't of I probably would've died, if I didn't have hair I've no idea what I would do.
Yes, I have dyed it, but with a wash in wash out dye that lasts for about six weeks. With my (short) experience of bleach in hair I've come to the conclusion that it is work of the devil and should not be used. Definately kept in the kitchen..who's ridiulous idea was it to use something kept under the kitchen sink on your HAIR anyway. Unanswered questions of life.

Today my mother (The Boss) and I went shopping to Talbot Green. I adore Talbot Green, it has by far the best shops in it, and you don't have to walk very far to get to them. I ended up spending NINETY FIVE POUNDS in River Island. I only bought two pairs of jeans and a pair of shoes! It was insane I nearly cried I just saw all my hard earned cash fluttering out of my hands and into their till, which was extremely traumatic. However it's all beautiful stuff which did cheer me up. I also managed to buy a dress for the wedding, which was the original plan two days ago.

On our shopping expedition we went into Outfit. This is a shop full of lots of other shops such as Topshop and Miss Selfridge. We bought some clothing and then obviously went to the till to pay. I say obviously, people reading this may suddenly have an ephihany, yes, you should pay for the things in shops kids. (Apart from if it's a creme egg, everyone nicks creme eggs, don't worry about it.)
At the checkout there was a girl, with dreadlocks and snakebites. Which I thought was pretty cool, and then we started talking to her. Oh my. She's just my inspiration. It turns out she had her first piercing and tattoo at 16 and now have multiple piercings (one under her tongue) and six tattoos. She was just utterly awesome, she seemed so care free and rebellious about life. And suddenly I realised that's how I wanted to be, suddenly not let anyone hold me back and if I wanted to do it, just go and do it. She was also such a klutz, which made her tres cool in my book as well. Seriously guys, you should just go to Outfit and check her out. Babe Central.

I realise that my blog is very boring, really, I shouldn't blog day to day as nothing interesting really goes on. I don't even think people read it as it is not funny. But I did read one of my posts to my mamma and she said I was a 'wonderful writer' so whatever to you lot, I here, am the next J.K Rowling.
To those who do not know me in real life, I am a Harry Potter fanatic. I really am, I have read the books countless times. The films are good, but the books are just amazing. I have two Harry Potter wands, one actually bought from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I also had a lego Hogwarts for my birthday, and have a shelf dedicated to Harry Potter with other merchandise. Today, I opened a late birthday present from my sister (Pumpkin) and it has a black jumper with STONE CHAMBER PRISONER GOBLET ORDER PRINCE HALLOWS going all down the middle. I will not lie to you, I cried. It is so beautiful. I mean, I just sat there on speakerphone to her saying 'OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD' The Boss starting shouting at me to be quiet because apparently it sounded like I was having an orgasm. I may have been, at that momet I may have experienced my first orgasm and not have known it.
By the way, if any of you do not know what those words have to do with Harry Potter, take yourself out to your back garden, sit yourself down, and shoot yourself.

Cheerio, till next time, If You Wanna

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQKjI6395iU&ob=av2e

The Art of Procrastination

I am not going to lie to you Scribbling's fans, I am a bloody good procrastinator.
I really honestly hope that all of you know what procrastionation is, you probably do, I am under the impression that the majority of teenagers are procrastinators. If you don't, seriosuly, what are you doing with your life, stop going to sleep at eight and start eating cereal for dinner.
The verb 'to procrastinate' means 'to defer or delay' i.e do anything in your power to put anything off.
I am sixteen, I am currently in the midst of my GCSE's, my future is looming and this is the start of it. This is the start of my path in life, screw this up and I am in serious trouble. So obviously being the smart student I am (I am quite smart..I think) I am avidly revising, glued to the books, mind is focused.
Not.
I have a biology exam tomorrow, I managed to put in one hour of revision this morning and then somehow the internet just took over. Pow.
Youtube is the main culprit. I'm sure many teenagers have thought this 'i'll just watch that one funny video' and suddenly two hours have passed us by. To be fair, we have probably wet ourselves and immediately  have many amusing stories to tell our friends, however the knowledge in our heads is at a minimum. After a youtube session the only knowledge I have in my head really is Michael McIntyre sketches, which aren't really knowledge, but absolutely hilarious. 'They look hostile. HAVE SOME BREAD IT'S FROM 'EAVEN CHILL OUT LIKE'
The other problem of Youtube are undiscovered bands, I've recently found on called Wayward Daughter. It's two girls called Becky and Lydia and they're just fab and the singing is great and I'm just obsessed..I have been listening to them all day. That is why there has been a LACK of revision/doing little questions for my history teacher who I love but really can not be arsed with his demands.
Being a musician I am very appreciative of people who can actually sing in the same key as the guitar, when they don't my ears bleed and I normally cry and have to turn it off before a part of me inside dies.

Another issue with the internet - shopping. I have never really been into internet shopping before. I know people who would happily spend all day internet shopping. I understand the appeal, you don't have to walk anywhere, going into thirty million shops to find one item of clothing. You don't have to face the weather. You don't have to look at yourself looking minging in a very small changing room with not enough room to really change in. You can't go and get a cup of tea to shop with, internet shopping is just all pluses. But I have never really been into it. Apart from today. We have a wedding in the summer and I really needed a dress and altogether I just wanted to spend my birthday money and where did I turn to? Urban Outfitters of all places. (No I am not indie/hipster/alt.) I don't regret it, but I did not end up buying a suitable wedding dress.. BUT I found this AMAZING hawaiian shirt, which will go with my new Blue Inc shorts. It's all really very exciting. Love me and my insanity.

Facebook and Twitter are just two second things now, they don't really grip me that much. Sometimes they just seem so shallow. There are people starving in Africa and so on, and then we're just saying how we just bought an item of clothing or choked on some pizza. idk, it seems so insignificant, I don't judge what people do with their lives, whatever makes them happy. But, sometimes I just feel that I want to do something more with mine.

hm, that's it really for the internet, obviously the other time waster is blogging about the time you have wasted during the day which is really putting you back in your original predicament.

The majority of my life also revolves around Channel Five. Yes, I hear you shout it down. But I absolutely adore it. CSI, CSI:NY, The Mentalist, Castle, Justified, Fast Forward used to be on it. I think in a past life I must have been a creepy homocide detective, because these things just grip me. The way people can kill other people, the way thier minds work. And the way the detectives put everytging together. yes, I get it, of course they put everything together IT'S TELEVISION, it's scripted you knob. But somewhere, in real life, there must be real people actually doing this. laughing at these programs at how easy they make it seem. It's just fab how they do it, how they make it, however CSI:Miami um, nah. it's so glammed up, definitely wouldn't happen in real life.

For some reason I am now feeling very sad, I think it's time for more Michael McIntyre, oh the internet.
So I leave you with this, I hope you like it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwM4ODbhGms&feature=bf_next&list=UL0mYALQxp_Ao

The Embarrassment Factor

I have had many embarrassing things happen to me in my life. I used to wet the bed until I was about eight. One time myself and a friend kate were walking to Bridgend and I was avidly tweeting (@asdfghjkliz_) and walked into a lampost. That had never happened to me before and for THREE MINUTES, literally, I stood there in complete shock.
Today I have another encounter like this. It won't have the been the most embarrassing moment ever, but it was pretty bad. I was in school for my welsh exam (horrific) and decided to mooch around the school and pick up past papers from teachers. At one point I bumped into the gorgeous science teacher, we have a bit of friendly banter going on and I don't think he quite realises how much I love him..anyway. I realised I would have to go to physics and pick up some papers, and even though I was already on the correct floor for physics in my brain I was on the wrong one. I followed the science teacher to the stairs where I suddenly realised that there were no stairs going up and I had no idea where I was. Being my disorientated self I shouted (infront of the science teacher and two other english teachers that had magically appeared) 'OH MY GOD WHERE AM I? WHERE AM I GOING?' Gorgeous science teacher had to then direct me in the opposite direction while I muttered 'sorry' a trillion times over and listening to the english teacher say 'is she lost?' Yes I was..in my own school.
I would like to make up some excuse that my school is new (which it is) and so that is why I was lost. However the reality is that i am just an utter tit.
This situation today made me realise two things: 1. You should never ever follow and gorgeous teacher round your school without a map, or a friend guiding you to the right place, so that you do not make a fool out of your self.
2. Never look for past papers, because something bad will clearly come of it.
Because of today's events I will probably never look my English teacher in the eye again, and have to reconsider my A Level options..sigh.

I am also a very happy chappy because I happen to me very very suntanned. My wonderful mother is saying that I probably have black people ancestry, I agreed with her but am now worrying that she might break out a family tree. Which would mean me having to pretend for about forty hours to be intrested in the trees of our family. What sad person makes these things anyway?
Talking of families, my uncle is coming down from Epson (near london) next saturday. And I was elated and so on because I haven't seen him for ages and it's my nanna's birthday and I just thought it was lovely. However when I started to my cousin about his homecoming and how I might have to break out some banners she said it was because there was some golf on. or Rugby. I was so dis-heartened. Does he not love us enough? Does he not just want to come and visit us, my heart is crying in sadness and what not. The banners have definitely been put away and I might throw mud at his whites. If golfers wear whites.

So, to end on, I definitely recommend listening to Squeeze by Man Like Me, it puts me in a very summery mood. Preach for the day, over and out.

Sunshine

I love the sun, I don't really know many people that don't. There's not a lot not to love really, it can make you go very nice and brown, it motivates you to eat healthily. It can bring families together for a quick barbeque, and it can clear up your complexion, all round fabulous.
However, as I have recently experonced, tere are very down sides of the sunshine. one definitely being that you can also go lobster red instead of brown. How did this happen?! I was happily revised for my English |GCSE one minute, and then 4 hours later I felt a slight tingling feeling in my legs, you know how it is. I came inside, had a quick look in the mirror and my back, back of calves and bum were red. Well, as you could probably imagine I was not so happy with the sunshine after that.
My friend really doesn't like the sunshine, which I don't get. her good debate for not liking it is 'it makes you sweat.' Well yes, I agree that is a downside to the situation, however I don't think people are going to judge you too throughly on it. She doesn't like the rain either, writing this blog makes me wonder what she does actually like..sitting at home on the computer with the radiator and fan on probably.
Well, i must dash, I'm auditioning for the Four Counties Youth Orchestra tonight ( for the second time) i hope i get in!

Worries of Blogging

So am I doing this right? Where do I start? I'm probably one of the most chattiest poeple ever but now I have to write a blog, and I'm not so good at being witty on the internet. What if no one reads it? What if everything goes insanely wrong and my grammar is awful? What if I don't go on the internet for weeks or something.
All this has been said in a very breathless voice, which I hope people imagined
I must breathe now
This is actually how I talk as well
I don't understand it when people do that, when they talk completely differently on the internet to how they do in person. Surely that is not right? That is really giving a false personality to anyone they meet over the internet, which isn't fair.
Maybe I should be using long words to make myself sound more intellectual. However that would be contradicting myself in the earlier paragraph.
But I did just use contradicting, which is a good start.
But my title does say 'scribblings' and so I suppose that gives me good reason not to be too amazing, which is also good, as I have the amazingness and wit of a plastic spoon, which is really not that amazing.

Is this good enough for a first blog? I don't really know what happens in a blog, I read somewhere that a blog is a 'daily pulpit.' So I need to preach? Not the word of the Lord obviously. I'm guessing it is where your thoughts are though. Not entirely sure that pulpit is the right adjective to use. But hey-ho that is that and this is this.