Bop to the Top

L

If you ever intend on becoming famous for some wonderfully exciting political reason, for gods sake please write down all the reasons behind your motivations for doing whatever it is you plan on doing so that history students in 100 years time don’t have to go through this. Or, alternatively, work for an exam board that doesn’t change it’s mind. I don’t know what they’ve changed their mind about, but it’s enough for teachers to say that they expect us to do badly because of it, therefore implanting feelings of failure in our innocent minds before we’ve even begun.

Under Pressure

L:

Watching Miami Ink, drinking Vimto and eating some Custard Creams when I should be worrying about 2,000 words on why William Cecil was the main influence in Elizabethan government. OCR are rubbish this year, like really, seriously, why are you doing this to us? I would actually rather be struggling through Physics equations than doing this work. I don’t do Physics, so you see my problem. However it will be most difficult explaining to my teacher as to why it has not been written, and I do hope that teachers in different departments hold grudges against each other, for I will be telling my English teacher the reason I haven’t done the homework is because I have been doing my History coursework, when in fact I haven’t done anything.

And also, Edward Cullen, I am jealous of your mind reading abilities. But also, at the same time, so glad that I do not possess that power, for I am paranoid enough as it is and don’t need confirmation of what people actually think of me. If only comparison essays were this easy.

I wish people were easy to read. And that I can’t worry like I do. And that people didn’t toy with your mind.

Come Dine With Me

L:

Things I am thinking right now:

- shutthefuckup. Like really. “FUCK YOOOUU!”
- how wonderfully normal my break at work was
- how much I wish it was last Monday
- how much I need a haircut
- why does Monster Munch take ages for the flavor to go?
- how much less people may think of me if I start spelling things the American way because I am a perfectionist and dislike the red line telling me the English way is wrong
- funny things I could potentially leave on Charlotte’s Facebook that make no sense to anyone else apart from us
- how much I wish you’d reply <3
- how much I wish Charlotte can hear me saying the first thing I was thinking
- how much I hope that makes sense
- how long will it take me to write 2000 words on Elizabethan government
- how silly the woman on CDWM is trying to cut up a swede with that tiny little knife
- how unsurprised I am that she cut herself by accident
- how will this week go?
- how pleased I am not to have to go to work tomorrow
- will I look bizarre with contact lenses?
- I’m anxious to get the new Facebook layout just to see what the fuss is about
- how much I’m looking forward to Wednesday
- Toy Story
- how I shall be spending next Sunday only telling people their order number and collection point.

♥

Colourblind

L:

Do you ever get the feeling when you worry about things that you don’t think you should be worrying about, because things after the thing you are worrying about tell you you shouldn’t be worrying about it, but you keep worrying anyway? And for a while, like ten minutes, you forget about it, then you remember it again and it hits you like something heavy and you feel stupid for worrying about it but yet there is no possible way you can’t not worry about it, and the worrying makes you forget the good things about the same thing that you are worrying about?

Other events of the day: I realised how much I love the play we are studying in English, even if it is way confusing but hello a million times better than Othello; I pretty much failed my Psychology exam and shall be retaking in the summer; my phone broke and I won’t get it back for 14-28 days and am now using an old Nokia by kind donation from Charlotte; an old man touched my hair on the bus today; it was raining; I tidied my room; I realised how much trouble I’m in history coursework-wise and am dreading my meeting with tutor tomorrow about said coursework; I’m hungry and CAN’T STOP WORRYING.

Hey There Delilah

L:

Never drink warm beer fast, ever, because a) it’s nasty and b) it’s even worse when you drink some more five minutes later.

Don’t leave your history essay until the last minute either, even if you have actually been looking forward to writing it all weekend, because your brain hates you and has lied to make you believe you are learning and are becoming an intellectual, when actually, you are fit for nothing and spend your time doing a whole host of things a lot less important than what you should be doing.

oh dear, dizziness.

Ein, Zeiw, Drei, Vier, Funf, Sechs

Chargrilled:
I thought I would share some funny comics with you.
I love cyanide and happiness (:
p.s, sorry if these offend anyone.

One Time

L:

I get to buy a nice shiny new iPod tomorrow and you have no idea how happy this makes me. I also need to buy a new bra and some jeans, a few shirts and a new pair of trainers. Louise is going to be poor, as the January sales are now over and I have lots of stuff I need to purchase. I am a bad girl in the sense that I hate shopping. I actually do, I have no idea how to shop and I get too excited when I take my card out of the purse and end up buying things I don’t need like scarves I will never wear and JEANS THAT DON’T FIT. Where is Gok Wan when you need him? I also need to get my left ear pierced again with a little blue bar because I’m weird and need things to match and be all symmetrical. Look at that, I spelt it right first time.

Love turned to horror in English today, when our teacher announced we would be watching a film. If you’re an A Level student you will understand the relief one feels when a teacher tells you you will be watching a film instead of working, however I would have done almost anything to not have to watch that film in class. It wasn’t bad, and we only watched the first 15 minutes or so, and hello, Johnny Depp makes everything better but oh my god there were shots that we did not need to see. I think half the class was somewhere between embarrassment and the desire to laugh.

Have decided I’m going to fail my Psychology exam next week BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING. That is a bit of a lie, I do know some things, like the boiling point of water in farenheit and some first aid, but I do not know how to write a procedure for a psychological experiment/observation. Ask me the difference between an experiment and an observation and I will gladly tell you but I have a feeling the OCR examiners are going to be met with little drawings of Voldemort and Edward Cullen having an arm wrestling match instead of a perfectly structured essay on the strengths and weaknesses of the psychoanalytic perspective, with examples.

I also have a cold and I dislike it and would rather have the flu again. With the flu, at least you have a reason to lie there feeling sorry for yourself, and the excuse that should you stand up you will promptly fall over again, but with a cold, oh no, you have to keep going on with your life, no matter how many times you sneeze in a row and get people asking why you are crying when really you’re not but your eyes just leak when you sneeze. And I have an appetite, which is never a good thing. With the flu, food actually repulsed me, but now it’s like oh I’d like a sandwich, and maybe an apple please. I’m going to live off of fruit the next few days. I’ll just buy a watermelon and see how long I can get by on that. I love watermelon.

How can you not like watermelon?

I Wish You Were Here

Chargrilled:

Do you ever want to talk to someone all the time.
And I mean all the time.

!!WARNING!! – Very mushy and slushy and oooooooh, a song from Cars the movie just came on Spotify … *bops along* (: Anywho, if you dislike “bbe its bin 3 mnths nd i cn neva live w/o u again. i luvvvv u bbbbbbbbe.” warning, this is sort-of coming up but in a more civilised/sophisticated manner. And hopfully correct spelling (: But I will sound very clingy and needy and desperate. I just want to see my boyfriend, I’m sorry. Lots of things reminding me of him today.

So Iain, you’re never on msn anymore you ARSE! (: I love you, but you need to get yourself onto msn or get yourself a mobile phone mast cause our texting is rubbish due to your crappy signal. Or you could perhaps move back to Basingstoke. Okay, I know that’s not happening, but shhhhhhhhhh.
Currently I’m in a very slushy mood, and all I want to do is talk to you. All day. Charlotte’s brain activity for today:
> wake yourself up you need a shower and you’re already running late…
> Iain
>go to asda get some breakfast and chewing gum
> get to college, now!
> ooooh, Louise has a new hair colour.
> man I still feel so crap, damn you mother.
> Happy Birthday Karen
> Iain
> Hite’s research on Sexuality.
> Iain
> Longitudinal research, qualitative results.
> see Rachel about history work missed
> Ohhh, I really like Louise’s hair.
> Who got married in 1501? That was Prince Arthur and Catherine Of Aragon.
> Iain’s last exam today.
> Ha, that text said pube instead of pub. I love you Iain.
> Ohhh, lets have a funny reply with some lovely inside joke.
> Alex is ignoring me
> Oh no he’s not, he just couldn’t hear me before
> Let’s go to the hut, it’s not incredibly warm but it’s ours.
> Iain.
> I should probably read up what they did in Politics before lesson.
> Hi and welcome to the Shrek in the swamp karaoke dance party…
> Iain.
> 42 corners.
> It’s a little bit hectic, and you might lose you way.
> But baby that’s how you made me feel today.
> Man, I want to see Iain.
> I wrote Iain a letter and never sent it…
> I should probably eat some junk food now, I’m a dedicated fatty.
> I wonder when Iain’s exam finishes.
> How much does Clarissa actually eat???? :O
> I cannot wait for Saturday to get very drunk.
> Chris’s party, bring it on. Wait, 16th February – I’m in Scotland.
> I’ll probably be getting drunk with Iain
> Iain
> Politics, wow Marxist politics is not only boring, but confusing too ):
> Katy had a very nice coat.
> Oh…that is what Katy’s boyfriend looks like.
> I miss my boyfriend.
> I’ll ring my mummy and ask for a lift, we could visit Granma.
> Oh, mummy can pick me up in 20 minutes…
> Henry VII’s foreign policy quiz.
> Mum’s here, Granma’s, lets go!
> Granma have you found a ring of mine.
> Lovely lovely Argos Ring (214/0140)
> Will Iain ever buy me a ring?
> I need to start wearing rings.
> I want to be snuggled up watching a dvd in Scotland.
> hometime.
> Dinner? Chicken burgers? No, they’re not the same in England.
> House is on telly, it won’t leave me alone.
> “watching house” …. ? LOL (:
> I’ll go on the computer.
> Spotify, song me up baby
> I wish you were here – Incubus, reminds me of Iain…
> Write a blog
> Bore people about how today made you want to run away to Scotland.

Anyway, other things going on in my life? Not really. Although it is payday tomorrow. Which will be so so so so so lovely. Because it means I’ll not have to live off of £10 for a week, which I found rather troublesome you see. But I was ill for two days which actually helped (: I think I’ll need some more night nurse tonight, help me have a proper sleep and hopefully help me sniff less. Okay, my life is rather un-exciting at the moment, I’ll be totally honest. And right now I should be collecting some more sources for my History coursework because I changed my question last friday and have so far received zero sources and I have a meeting with my tutor about it on Friday. So in less than two days time I should be producing to her a draft copy of my essay. Oppppsie. But she is aware of my change of question and current home situations and the fact I’m a bit of a crappy/messed up person.
I should really be off to start that, damnit ):

FailGirl:OverAndOut
xoxo

Greatest Day

L:

You, sir, are perhaps a bit of a douchebag. And maybe, that is perhaps why I like you so much. A bit of unpredictableness, if that is indeed a word. But I don’t think that that is necessarily a good thing. A constant pain, but a dull one, if you will.

I have made a (very) small start to my history coursework in that I know what my argument is, but for the life of me I cannot be bothered to find everything I need to back it up. I really do not care what Stephen Alford has to say about it, it’s my work they should be marking, not what I can say about his work.

Full of sneezes today, I dislike it.

However I have newly dyed hair, but it is mahoosively dark, though at least my eyebrows match my hair now.

And I still look retarded.

Post Script.

Charlotte:
Also on my list of wants is DWARF HAMSTERS!
They are so cute. And no-one can stop me from buying them when I turn 18. However I shall double-check with my parents first. I said to my mummy that I want some and she said that she doesn’t really want me to have pets but if my daddy said its okay then its okay. But thats the problem. My daddy will say no ): At least when I move I can have some pets.
So Iain, if I’m to live with you we need to get a flat where the renting person doesn’t mind us having hamsters (: They’re only ickle. Like really ickle (:

Okay, I cannot find any pictures that show their ickle-ness. But believe me, they’re really really small. And I want one so bad.

FailGirl:OverAndOut
xoxo