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Saturday, 23 June 2007
Sunday, 10 June 2007
Blackbird Singing In The Dead Of Night
Currently listening to: The Cinematic Orchestra - Colors
Current mood: Ill, depressed, confused
Amazing fact of the day: I don't like the sunshine because I'm emo...apparantly.
Today has been another boring Sunday. My hate for Sundays grows each week. To top it off I'm ill. My immune system failed to prevent me from catching James cold. And hayfever doesn't help either.
Today I killed a beetle. It flew at me from across the room and landed on my shoulder. In a panic I flung it off my shoulder and not to be pillow where I began to hit it with a magazine. But its hard to kill things on pillow because their soft. So I flicked it on the floor and stood on it with my Babycham shoes. The same Babycham shoes that Sarah has and they're the same size and no one has the same size feet of my. But ANYWAY, I have now called the dead beetle John. Work that one out.
I'm gonna get started on my Monday Top Ten.
Current mood: Ill, depressed, confused
Amazing fact of the day: I don't like the sunshine because I'm emo...apparantly.
Today has been another boring Sunday. My hate for Sundays grows each week. To top it off I'm ill. My immune system failed to prevent me from catching James cold. And hayfever doesn't help either.
Today I killed a beetle. It flew at me from across the room and landed on my shoulder. In a panic I flung it off my shoulder and not to be pillow where I began to hit it with a magazine. But its hard to kill things on pillow because their soft. So I flicked it on the floor and stood on it with my Babycham shoes. The same Babycham shoes that Sarah has and they're the same size and no one has the same size feet of my. But ANYWAY, I have now called the dead beetle John. Work that one out.
I'm gonna get started on my Monday Top Ten.
Sunday, 3 June 2007
Remember When We Talked Abut Where We'd Be A Year From Now
Currently listening to: Ambulance Ltd - Sugar Pill
Current mood: Weird
Amazing fact of the day: Period pads are made for weeing - according to Liv
Today has been alright. Just alright. Nothing majorly depressing happened. I've laughed a lot. But I still feel a bit down. I'm drinking a cold cup of coffee and blinking a lot because I got shortbread biscuit in my eye. I'm multitasking/alternating between writing this blog, checking my MySpace and reading my book. I have a pain in my left side which feel like someone taking a knife to my liver.
Liv just sent me pics of Jon's girlfriend. I spat my coffee all over myself. She's proper munting. She looks like Winston Churchill. So when Liv said 'She looks like a bulldog' it was a pretty accurate description. In a moment of insane insanity this morning I messaged Jon telling him I like him. He messaged back saying pretty much 'Uh'. But. Apparently he was asking for me on Saturday. His girls a bitch. She threw his Strongbow in the river. I mean come on! Don't waste alcohol period but certainly don't waste Jon's alcohol.
France was better than I thought it would be. Granted it was boring following the parents around supermarkets all day looking for alcohol that I can't drink I did spend about an hour and 50 quid in H&M. As Sarah said it's more fun buying things with money that isn't yours. The worst/best part of my weekend was our chat when we were in the hotels restaurant. We were talking about Morgan and Dad was asking if I had sex with him. Awkward as fuck.
Speaking of Morgan I think we're okay with each now. He apologised on Thursday for being an arse and we've had an alright chat. He still seems a little awkward but it's all good.
I need a pee. Badly.
Current mood: Weird
Amazing fact of the day: Period pads are made for weeing - according to Liv
Today has been alright. Just alright. Nothing majorly depressing happened. I've laughed a lot. But I still feel a bit down. I'm drinking a cold cup of coffee and blinking a lot because I got shortbread biscuit in my eye. I'm multitasking/alternating between writing this blog, checking my MySpace and reading my book. I have a pain in my left side which feel like someone taking a knife to my liver.
Liv just sent me pics of Jon's girlfriend. I spat my coffee all over myself. She's proper munting. She looks like Winston Churchill. So when Liv said 'She looks like a bulldog' it was a pretty accurate description. In a moment of insane insanity this morning I messaged Jon telling him I like him. He messaged back saying pretty much 'Uh'. But. Apparently he was asking for me on Saturday. His girls a bitch. She threw his Strongbow in the river. I mean come on! Don't waste alcohol period but certainly don't waste Jon's alcohol.
France was better than I thought it would be. Granted it was boring following the parents around supermarkets all day looking for alcohol that I can't drink I did spend about an hour and 50 quid in H&M. As Sarah said it's more fun buying things with money that isn't yours. The worst/best part of my weekend was our chat when we were in the hotels restaurant. We were talking about Morgan and Dad was asking if I had sex with him. Awkward as fuck.
Speaking of Morgan I think we're okay with each now. He apologised on Thursday for being an arse and we've had an alright chat. He still seems a little awkward but it's all good.
I need a pee. Badly.
Thursday, 31 May 2007
Boredom
Currently listening to: No Lies, Just Love
Current mood: Tired and depressed
Amazing fact of the day: Promises are just words unless they're fulfilled
Today has been one of the most boring days of my life. I've just been waiting for my rocket to come. Which in normal persons language means tidying my room, eating and telling myself I should be revising but not doing so.
I feel like an in depth chat with someone. I always feel like that when I'm in this mood. This mood being feeling sorry for myself. I hate life at the moment. All I seem to do is get drunk and then make mistakes. Granted they're somewhat humerus they're also really fucking shit. A few people will understand that.
I've been informed by Sid that my posts have been to short lately but there really isn't anything of interest going on in my life at the moment. Not things I'm willing to share anyway.
Current mood: Tired and depressed
Amazing fact of the day: Promises are just words unless they're fulfilled
Today has been one of the most boring days of my life. I've just been waiting for my rocket to come. Which in normal persons language means tidying my room, eating and telling myself I should be revising but not doing so.
I feel like an in depth chat with someone. I always feel like that when I'm in this mood. This mood being feeling sorry for myself. I hate life at the moment. All I seem to do is get drunk and then make mistakes. Granted they're somewhat humerus they're also really fucking shit. A few people will understand that.
I've been informed by Sid that my posts have been to short lately but there really isn't anything of interest going on in my life at the moment. Not things I'm willing to share anyway.
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Is There Any Point In Wondering Why?
Currently listening to: Echo and the Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
Current mood: Tired
Amazing fact of the day: If your cat pisses on my sleeping bag I will piss on your mother - said in an Irish accent.
Yesterday was fucking mental. I'd go further into it but I don't want to risk being sick or grabbing the nearest sharp object and killing myself with it. It was a 'fun' day. As in when it was fun it was very fun. But when it was bad it was bad. And looking at it from retrospect most things that seemed fun at the time were in fact bad. As bad as onion fucking bargies. Let's just say I'm never going into town with Hannah Baty again. I slept for 13 minutes last night. Exactly that. We stayed up watching porn all night over James' and then drank his coffee.
Went to visit the nanna earlier. She looking quite thin. She doesn't eat. And when she does its pasties. All old women eat pasties. It smelt like my nanna yesterday.
Big Brother's back in 15 minutes. This means no decent programmes on Channel 4 and E4 all fucking summer. This means my weekday mornings are going to be ruined with repeats of last nights BB - it's bad enough with Everybody Loves Raymond - bring back Friends you sonsabitches. Who wants to watch a bunch of commoners in a house together doing shit all but smoking and drinking. It's gone beyond just a 'social experiment' - you may as well put a camera in a rat cage for 14 weeks.
Current mood: Tired
Amazing fact of the day: If your cat pisses on my sleeping bag I will piss on your mother - said in an Irish accent.
Yesterday was fucking mental. I'd go further into it but I don't want to risk being sick or grabbing the nearest sharp object and killing myself with it. It was a 'fun' day. As in when it was fun it was very fun. But when it was bad it was bad. And looking at it from retrospect most things that seemed fun at the time were in fact bad. As bad as onion fucking bargies. Let's just say I'm never going into town with Hannah Baty again. I slept for 13 minutes last night. Exactly that. We stayed up watching porn all night over James' and then drank his coffee.
Went to visit the nanna earlier. She looking quite thin. She doesn't eat. And when she does its pasties. All old women eat pasties. It smelt like my nanna yesterday.
Big Brother's back in 15 minutes. This means no decent programmes on Channel 4 and E4 all fucking summer. This means my weekday mornings are going to be ruined with repeats of last nights BB - it's bad enough with Everybody Loves Raymond - bring back Friends you sonsabitches. Who wants to watch a bunch of commoners in a house together doing shit all but smoking and drinking. It's gone beyond just a 'social experiment' - you may as well put a camera in a rat cage for 14 weeks.
Monday, 28 May 2007
Old Age Is Just Around The Bend
Currently listening to: Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm
Current mood: Weird
Amazing fact of the day: In America purple skittles are grape flavour
Today has been a say of realisation. I've always considered myself quite mature in the sense I can talk about politics/sex/religion quite openly but today I feel I have matured mentally rather than verbally. If you get me.
When I was 11/12, in Year 7 I looked at people of my age (15 not 11/12) and thought they were all quite mean and felt inferior to them. Maybe it was just the few people of this age that I had the displeasure of talking to or maybe I just have a better recollection of the unpleasant, but it seemed like they were all sarcastic idiots. Not sarcastic like Seth Cohen, I like that kind of sarcasm but the kind of demeaning sarcasm. I'd like to think I'm not like that towards Year 7's but to be honest sometimes I am. I do think the Year 7's on my bus are complete idiots and deserve a slap. But I have my reasons; they play cricket by the bus stop and continue to play when we tell them to stop because they keep hitting the cars; they talk WAY to loudly for 8 o'clock in the morning, that hour is an hour of little or no discussion; they listen to our conversations and then make immature comments. Because of these reasons I shout abuse at them for smaller, less annoying matters.
Current mood: Weird
Amazing fact of the day: In America purple skittles are grape flavour
Today has been a say of realisation. I've always considered myself quite mature in the sense I can talk about politics/sex/religion quite openly but today I feel I have matured mentally rather than verbally. If you get me.
When I was 11/12, in Year 7 I looked at people of my age (15 not 11/12) and thought they were all quite mean and felt inferior to them. Maybe it was just the few people of this age that I had the displeasure of talking to or maybe I just have a better recollection of the unpleasant, but it seemed like they were all sarcastic idiots. Not sarcastic like Seth Cohen, I like that kind of sarcasm but the kind of demeaning sarcasm. I'd like to think I'm not like that towards Year 7's but to be honest sometimes I am. I do think the Year 7's on my bus are complete idiots and deserve a slap. But I have my reasons; they play cricket by the bus stop and continue to play when we tell them to stop because they keep hitting the cars; they talk WAY to loudly for 8 o'clock in the morning, that hour is an hour of little or no discussion; they listen to our conversations and then make immature comments. Because of these reasons I shout abuse at them for smaller, less annoying matters.
Sunday, 27 May 2007
Still Looking For A Place That Feels Like Home
Currently listening to: Jason Mraz - Mr Curiosity
Current mood: Hungover, tire
Amazing fact of the day: Rhian is NEVER drinking again
Last night was fucking mental. I drank way too much and then needed a pee all night but didn't want to go out in the rain to walk to the toilet. Didn't sleep much at all. Charlotte kept me up hitting Tom. I thought they were having sex but they weren't. But still I got a bit angry. A tired, hungover Rhian is bad enough but when she's that and on her period you do not want to get on the wrong side of her.
My books came yesterday - Rob Sheffields Love is a Mix Tape and Chuck Klosterman's Killing Yourself to Live. Should have taken one of them to Cardiff with me so I could have read it on the bus coming back because I was all on my lonesome. That would have been very poet cafe as James would say. He said I looked like that when I was walking towards the park with my guitar on my back and my fag in my hand. ha. I love that boy.
Wilco were on Later With Jools Holland the other night. I love them. The lead singer makes me giggle. I really need to get their new album.
I can smell my nanna. And smokey bacon crisps. Neither is in my house. Well smoky bacon crisps are but only in packets.
Went to Cardiff market yesterday to find a tobacconist for Liv and ended up coming out with a bacon sarnie (that was orgasm worthy) and sugar free Rhubarb and Custards that give you the shits. The woman said she didn't have any non sugar free ones left and she said they have laxative effects so be careful and Liv said they should write 'Warning: Gives you the shits' on it. Laughed until I wee'd.
Current mood: Hungover, tire
Amazing fact of the day: Rhian is NEVER drinking again
Last night was fucking mental. I drank way too much and then needed a pee all night but didn't want to go out in the rain to walk to the toilet. Didn't sleep much at all. Charlotte kept me up hitting Tom. I thought they were having sex but they weren't. But still I got a bit angry. A tired, hungover Rhian is bad enough but when she's that and on her period you do not want to get on the wrong side of her.
My books came yesterday - Rob Sheffields Love is a Mix Tape and Chuck Klosterman's Killing Yourself to Live. Should have taken one of them to Cardiff with me so I could have read it on the bus coming back because I was all on my lonesome. That would have been very poet cafe as James would say. He said I looked like that when I was walking towards the park with my guitar on my back and my fag in my hand. ha. I love that boy.
Wilco were on Later With Jools Holland the other night. I love them. The lead singer makes me giggle. I really need to get their new album.
I can smell my nanna. And smokey bacon crisps. Neither is in my house. Well smoky bacon crisps are but only in packets.
Went to Cardiff market yesterday to find a tobacconist for Liv and ended up coming out with a bacon sarnie (that was orgasm worthy) and sugar free Rhubarb and Custards that give you the shits. The woman said she didn't have any non sugar free ones left and she said they have laxative effects so be careful and Liv said they should write 'Warning: Gives you the shits' on it. Laughed until I wee'd.
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