New post HOLY BOLLOCKS!

Well I was just reading some of my past posts. The last one made me remeber the day it was written. I DID go into town that day...That was the day I got lost...

Anyway, since then I haven't gone into town by myself again ^^

I can't be arsed thinking of anything to talk about so I'll just end by saying Pizza Hut was the dog bollocks...

P.S Cocks...

Summer Holibols!

Hurrah! We have reached Nibbana, and by that I mean there is no more school for ages >__>

I will be looking forward to the 7 weeks of nothingness D= I may go into town later today...by myself...alone...with no one else, to get pens. I am forced to do such things on my own as I tried phoning on of me pals earlier and their phone was off *curse you* but on the up side I dont have to walk all the way to byres road to meet anyone.

Sounds exciting eh? Well hopefully I shall be doing other lovely things during the holidays, I doubt it, but hope is the only thing keeping me going at the moment. Ah yes, we all have Jordans' party to look forward to when, as he so delicately put, "his parents bugger off".

Well thats all I can be bothered telling you about so until next month! Or whenever my next blog shall be.

Can I borrow a voucher?

I thought I might as well write some tripe about the events of today.

Meeting Heather and Amy at half one today was the start of our lovely adventure, sadly that was followed by going to Primark (not so lovely) ...


...Oh crap I just remembered I missed the Friday Night Project last night >__> damn!

Anyway, we then continued with our day by meeting Jordan at the Apple Store, this was after the debate of someone phoning Xiang to tell him where we were where, mind you it ensued again after we met Jordan. We then buggered off to the cinema.

Standing about in the cinema foyer for about 5 minutes trying to democratically decide what we were going to go see proved to Xiang that he couldn't get what he wanted just by saying "I thought we were going to see Iron Man. Why aren't we going to see Iron Man? I dont want to see Made of Honour or What Happens In Vegas or The Eye or Awake or anything else this cinema happens to be showing today. Lets go see Iron Man" In the end of course we did go see Iron Man, but only because we all wanted to see it! Yeah...*cough* (I actually rather enjoyed it, except for the rude man at the start who told us to "shut the fuck up" or something along those lines. This resulted in some name calling and an attempt at throwing popcorn and maybe also a little of giving him the finger)

Yeah so it was raining after the film so we went to BK, even though it was closed, and Xiang attempted to mooch some BK vouchers, it was a rather funny scene that I cba going over. Anyway in the end Xiang didn't get his voucher and said I was going to be mauled or something I cant remember.

Yup it was a good day....Bollocks to your conclusion...hey I found a Flake!

Very Tires...DO NOT WANT!

I spent yet another weekend at my uncles last night, there was much merriment. Sadly I'm finding it more difficult to resist the lure of my gaming urges so I spent yet another two nights playing KotOR into the early hours of the morning. Stupidly I didn't study for the NAB I have for Art tomorrow so an overnight cram session is badly needed, I am now forced into looking at designers that aren't on my development sheet >__> DAMN YOU THORKINS! They didn't tell us that we had to do this at the start of the year ;__;

On the upside I watched Casper meets Wendy earlier, yet another cue for much merriment. I also watched The Fifth Element last night and was mesmerised by Chris Tuckers shoulders.

Anyway better get cramming ;__;

I love this poem

 Lady Lazarus
 
  I have done it again.
  One year in every ten
  I manage it----
 
  A sort of walking miracle, my skin
  Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
  My right foot
 
  A paperweight,
  My face a featureless, fine
  Jew linen.
 
  Peel off the napkin
  0 my enemy.
  Do I terrify?----
 
  The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
  The sour breath
  Will vanish in a day.
 
  Soon, soon the flesh
  The grave cave ate will be
  At home on me
 
  And I a smiling woman.
  I am only thirty.
  And like the cat I have nine times to die.
 
  This is Number Three.
  What a trash
  To annihilate each decade.
 
  What a million filaments.
  The peanut-crunching crowd
  Shoves in to see
 
  Them unwrap me hand and foot
  The big strip tease.
  Gentlemen, ladies
 
  These are my hands
  My knees.
  I may be skin and bone,
 
  Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
  The first time it happened I was ten.
  It was an accident.
 
  The second time I meant
  To last it out and not come back at all.
  I rocked shut
 
  As a seashell.
  They had to call and call
  And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
 
  Dying
  Is an art, like everything else,
  I do it exceptionally well.
 
  I do it so it feels like hell.
  I do it so it feels real.
  I guess you could say I've a call.
 
  It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
  It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
  It's the theatrical
 
  Comeback in broad day
  To the same place, the same face, the same brute
  Amused shout:
 
  'A miracle!'
  That knocks me out.
  There is a charge
 
  For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
  For the hearing of my heart----
  It really goes.
 
  And there is a charge, a very large charge
  For a word or a touch
  Or a bit of blood
 
  Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
  So, so, Herr Doktor.
  So, Herr Enemy.
 
  I am your opus,
  I am your valuable,
  The pure gold baby
 
  That melts to a shriek.
  I turn and burn.
  Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
 
  Ash, ash ---
  You poke and stir.
  Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
 
  A cake of soap,
  A wedding ring,
  A gold filling.
 
  Herr God, Herr Lucifer
  Beware
  Beware.
 
  Out of the ash
  I rise with my red hair
  And I eat men like air.

Nun's in trench coats!

...I came up with the nuns in trench coats concept whilst slumped on a sofa watching Kerrang with Pauline. I may have to put it into practice, or draw or something >__<>=3 I post things on deviantart nao (most in pencil :U)
Anyway I'd like to use the nuns in trench coats ideas in there, I may be killed by christians but who gives a flying funk.

The prelims for the dump palace are steadily approaching but I'm not phased, if I fail I fail. I would like to leave in the summer though, but I've got a feeling that wont be possible.

Anywho toodles!

Happy New Year!

Good lord it's finally here! No, not a new blog post; 2008!

I don't think I posted at christmas...did I? I can't remember so I'll say Merry Christmas to you!

I did my "celebrating" last night with Hayley and Jordan,drinking Shloer and eating wine crisps...and many many peanuts. It was much fun, but staying up until around half three in the morning is taking its toll on me.

I now have better things to do, rather than sitting with my eyelids hitting the floor typing about it. So for now I say toodles and leave you with this image of Robbie Rotten...


And This...


Well this year looks to be promising, now I'm off to go do stuff in my other blog...