..One day I will start off my blog with something amazingly witty and everyone'll be like 'WOW I MUST FOLLOW HER' like, literally follow me and I shall be like Jesus and everyone will love me and I can get loads of free stuff. That would be nice wouldn't it.
I am in the middle of a massive situation at the moment where everytime I step onto my school bus I have an all-consuming thought to kill everyone on there. I mean, I am definitely a nice person (if not so sarcastic I come over as really horrible..) but the people on the vehicle just wind me up so much!! They just talk UTTER BULLSHIT. For example this one girl, was shouting about the bus saying that because of her it was a home clothes day on Monday for our Eisteddfod. And then another girl butted in - said girl cannot speak a sentence without swearing and also shouts when she has a 'headache' which I will never understand - and this other girl said that actually she made it a home clothes day cos she shouted at Mrs Hesp for 16 minutes. Total bull, noone shouts at Mrs Hesp quite frankly, as she is one of the top dogs at the school and is the only one who will do some shouting. Also Eisteddfod is always a home clothes day!! Everyone would just rebel and come in, in home clothes so there was no need for all this shouty talk. I gave up at the point and turned to my friend and said 'how long do you think it would take me to kill everyone on this bus with a knife?'
We estimated half an hour. Half of them would have run away aswell.
I love falling a routine.
I love knowing that everyday will have the same structure and I know what's coming up and I love making lists and being organised.
I also love the routine of people. I love knowing who will be in the common room in the morning, what time to get a cup of tea from music, what day my mum will still be at work when I come home.
But I also love falling into a routine with people. Recently I started to talking to a friend who I had drifted from and I found myself thinking about how many people I have have drifted from. Which actually made me feel a wee bit sad, some people I have purposefully drifted because they were weird and creepy, but other people I miss.
This one person was no exception, you don't realise it as it's happening, that you miss someone, you just sort of accomodate the ache of them not being there. But when we started talking again I realised the things were so much happier and nicer knowing that they were there again, there's no competition, no arguments just, friends. And it's lovely. I wish I could turn back time and we had never stopped talking say how much I've missed this person and how happy I am that they're here again. But I am awful at saying these ncie things in person (because I would rather stick pins into my eyes.)
So yes, routines are great.
I have just had a break from writing this and had my dinner. It's Saturday which means CURRY NIGHT! KitchenCrusader makes a cracking chicken tikka massala mmmm. Happy happy.
Anyway, it's a Saturday night so standard, crack open a bottle of wine. Tonight it's red.
Red wine is not an attractive drink is it? I mean, it's lovely to drink, you always look posh with a glass of wine, however you go to smile and BAM, beautifully stained red teeth and lips. You basically look like you have just sucked a piece of raw meat. Lush.
White wine on the other hand is a very attractive drink, so I suggest this drink if you go on any posh nights out as you do not encounter the 'I am a vampire' look.
However I am a massive cider drinker, I was introduced to it with a can of Scrumpy Jack in the glorious summer of 2004. Me and mum shared it and I fell in love. Scrumpy Jack has now always been my standard drink I am literally nowhere with out it. Party? Scrumpy Jack. Beach? Scrumpy Jack. Rugby watching? Scrumpy Jack. I love it. My family has too realised my cider drinking and so, in a family meal on Wednesday my nanna whapped out TWO FUCKING LITRES of cider and asked if it would be ok if I drank it all.
I saw this as a challenge.
I completed said challenge and was still 75% sober. Lad points were given.
It was also the same cider as my Granddad used to drink and I was also sat at his place as the head of the table. He would've been proud. And yes, my family are big alcohol consumers.
The glorious time of Lent is upon us and I have decided to starve myself from all I love.
Not literally because hermit is not my style, however I do often talk to myself anyway.
I have given up biscuits, chocolate, sweets, crisps and fizzy drinks.
Basically every night I dream of eating chocolate and every morning I wake up feeling massively guilty, even though it was just a dream. Crazy world.
So even though I have less spots, I have lost weight and feel better in myself I would like everyone reading this to have a creme egg and think of me:)
You can also send a picture of you and your creme egg to @c0mmonperson and I would retweet and follow happily (I should be a CBBC presenter how great did I sound just then.)
In smaller notes. I have dissected a heart. I have attended a charity party where a boy smashed a window (complete bellend, Hades will be waiting for him.) I miss my cousin alot. I have witnessed too many hours of my history teacher on his period. I have been the most inappropiate I have ever been this week. I have counted down to Italy everyday (12 DAYS!) I miss BabywipesGalore. The Boss has got me asking the question 'What if?' And I have fully come to the conclusion that I will definitely learn to drive.
So this whole blog really tells you of nothing individually that I have done. Mainly because nothing individually all that exciting has happened. The next blog will be because I will have gone to an Oxford Taster day and to Italiaaaa (did I mention I'm going to Italy? I'M GOING TO ITALY!)
So that's it, take care, night night sweet dreams
This is for the people who matter most, you know who you are.
