summer time?

woke up this morning and decided to have a change from the monotinous crunch of cereal and go for grapefruit. make you feel so summery. so i had toast with marmalade after so i had a citrus filled saturday morning. what a way to start the day with summer brekfast!

now i am sat listning to blondie while james it out and about picking people up an buying me plasters. i wasd doing work, but after effects broke so i gave up and decided to blog while daydreaming about uni.

i am thinking .. what would be on my xmas list after being a poor student for months?:

1) FOOD! not packet savoury rice which is chewy and the bits of carrot are a bit plasticy and pinball-peas. I want smoked salmon on crackers an cream cheese. sushi and fresh, tesco finest, saladd collection with balsamic ressing. don't forget the flan. And for deseart i will have homemade lemon mirangue - from baking trays which arnt congeled with someoene elses meat pie juices.

2) Double Bed - i bet the uni beds are only tiiiny single with wafer-thin matereses which leave inprints of the metal bars on your back. i will want my double bed, luxury thick soft matteress. doubled up douvet and, of course, my silk throw.

3) toothpaste - tesco vaule mint isnt nice

4) a small electric heater - my heating broke

5) hair clippers. A hairdressing appointment is too expecive so i have decided to shave all my hair off - easier that way

6) a fairy god mother. someone to do my washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning, back massages, facials, manicure and pedicures, makup artist, hairdresser, personal wardrobe assistant, bag-carrier, tesco-runner, cab river .. no limo driver, book carrier, personal tutor, window cleaner, spot-sputter. you get the picture?

7) if a fairy god mother isnt possible - send my mum over

laid in bed

this blog should be full up of emotions, rants, comments, explitives, anger, sadness, occurances, thoughts; you name it. but its not. why? because it will turn around and slap me in the face so hard that it feels like iv kissed an oncoming train.

something that made me giggle

was walking with felix and lottie blabbering on about random stuff and somhow we came upwith this:


your sexualitly is a minor explitive


made me giggle.

loosing my virginity

no virginity, virginity btw... my dribing virginity.


yes! warningto all drivers ... i have my first lesson today! Scary stuff.

its in exactly one hour and 4 minuties time. and i am shitting myself

i am just wondering, come half 3, im going to still be alive?



on a slightly better note, i hadmy winchester interveiw yesterday. went alright. allwe had to do was have a natter in groups. done! no one to one interrogations in a room full of scary, sited people; looking down at your through little specitcals.

I am a good person

i failed to mention this, but on saturday i saved a butterfly!

heres the story: so i was cleaning james's car, and i decided to explore the barn. and this poooor cute little butterfly was caught in a cobweb, and me being me, i felt sorry for it. so i let it out. buuut the butterflys wing and anntenna thing was still stuck together with cobweb. tried pulling it off but mr butterfly startedflapping about.

but i had an idea... ran upstairs, grabbed my minni embrodary scissors, and cut the cobweb off. by now mr butterfly liked me and crawled onto my hand, and i took him outside and set him free =D


yaaays im lovely

thought while on facebook

im bored. i have lots of things to do, yet i am bored on facebook. why am i still on it?


do the facebook creators send a sort of brain virus which makes us feel compelled to wait on facebook for a new notification to pop up, or a message from facebook chat?

what would life be like without facebook? how many more essays would we have written. how many more bottles of vodka would we have consumed, and how many more hours of sleep would we have had?


my conclusion on facebook = lame lame lame lame.





yet i am still logged on.

double bill blog

i know this is the second blog today. but i need to get this off my chest, and strangely onto a social networking site, instead of a private diary with 10 padlocks and a voice activated lock.

but i bloody hate being a girl sometimes!

why?

1)
the stress about boobs: "mine are too big" "mine are too small" "i have burger nipples" "why did i get it pearced" - truth is, they are boobs. a guy is going to suck them whatever!

2)
the stress about hips: Yes, every girls hips are big unless you survive off tissue paper

3)
the stress about looks: this is tricky. but i hate the way i look, your more than likely to hate how you look. i wish i looked like you, you wish you looked like me. that girl over there is realy pretty. i want her hair. SHUT UP! its not going to happen. (unless you have a haircut or dye it maybe)

thing is, i was listning to the surgery or smething on the radio, and a 12 year old phoned in, all upset cos she doesnt like how she looks. your not alone, we all feel like that from time to time. and the doctors advice is 'accept and love who you are'. we give that advice to our friends when they feel low. but do we ever take our own advice and accept out funny noses, our slight moustaches, pudgey cheeks, and our over plucked mono-brows?

it will be said to us, and by us so many times to accept ourselves as we are, sometimes we do, other we dont. but we are only girlies-so men. dont judge us cos we do try.

i hate it when a guy is sat, laid back on the grass outside helford commenting on girls. "she has a fat ass", "her face looks like a mashed potato". you shoudl hear what we say about you.

the end!

holes in tights!

i hate them, i loathe them, i wish they were never born!

so you are there in the mirror, slipping your skirt on oner a new pair of tights which cost £6 bloody quid in a 3 pack. you feel good. before you go out you throw on a pair of heels and yeah, s'alls good walking down the road. recivings beeps from scabby builders in vans and wolf-wistles from school kids. then the tights burst and your big toe is poking out of the end.

then what happens is a lack of blood to the toe then it gets numb. you then realise you should have trimmed your toe nails because it is scraping and pinching the end of your shoes. and its plain uncomfortable. you find a bench and shufty them so the hole it hovering over your food which gives you a tempary sight of relif and comfort. then pop! it all happens again.

hey! i thought those tights i bought here hole and ladder proof. fuck you marks and sparks ¬_¬