HF1 - in less than 2 years, I will be out of this house for good.
HF2 - out of this house, includes away from my mother.
HF3 - my wonderful friends, who I never thought cared. Even if they don't, they pretend to just for me.
HF4 - the cup cakes I did make werent too bad, and I didn't break my kitchen.
HF5 - all of my internal organs are functioning pretty well... minus my brain. I guess my external ones arent doing too bad either.
Ugh. Ive not had a good few days pals :/
My mums turned into a raving mad lunatic, and it's not even fun to laugh at her. Shes making me feel so crappy. For instance, yesterday I came home and cleaned the kitchen, like I usually do, and said something like "this house is filthy" which to be fair it is, and she secretly agrees. But she totally flipped and accused me of doing nothing and being a "lazy cow" and apparently I "don't care about the well-being of the family" and all thus bull, when my brother who is 2 years older, swans around all day, not doing anything. He's on studyleave... it seems like someone forgot to take the study out of the name! He lounges around on the sofa all fucking day, does fuck all, so when I come home after school (fair enough its not exactly demanding at the minute, but fuck at least I;m doing something progressive) I have to clean the kitchen, living room, hallway, start cooking ad tidy up all the crap that hes left lying around. AND IT FUCKING PISSES ME OFF!
So what's worse is my mum's saying all this shit to me, while he's standing right behind me, making a pint of milkshake of something, spilling this stuff that looks like a diarrhoea all over the counter that I've just cleaned. It's such a load of piss, and ARGH! I just need to get away from it!
And then, I decided to give her some space so went and did my work in my room. My dad called me so I replied shouting down the stairs (not as bad as it sounds, our house is just kinda big and I couldnt be assed to walk down three flights of stairs to talk to him lol) and then I heard HER saying "oh don't bother with her" so I just went back uostairs and thought FUCK YOU!
So yeah I went without dinner... god was I starving, but there was no way in hell I was gonna be in the same room as her grrr.
But it's so stupid, because just a few days ago, we made cupcakes together and just had a really cool day and she was lovely, so maybe it's my fault that shes in a bad mood..? Which makes me feel guilty and rubbish :/ They tasted nice as well :(
THEN!
It gets fucking worse!
I had such a crap day... it's a close second behind the history trip last year!
So, I woke up late and had to go to school with greasy shitty hair, practically no make up on and just looked like a tramp had walked into sixth from, not a pretty sight. On the bus into school, one of my friends was just being really annoying, and because most of my mates on the bus are in the year below me, they're all on study leave for GCSE's, and are never on...so it's just me and him (he's two years below) and sometimes he's really cool and a loaugh to be around, and then other times he just goes on and on and on about his favourite show or his favourite band or i dunno his favourite pizza topping! Whatever it was, I didn't give a shit!
Then when we stopped at portway, some small child in our uniform came on the bus and sat down next to me... which seeing as I was sat in the aisle seat ended up sitting ON me! For fucks sake this kid looked about 9! So I said "excuse me?" to which he replied "you're excused" and he looked so fucking smug, ugh I got so angry! I mean what the fuck is with children?! The year 7s in our schooll get shorter, gobbier, ruder and fatter every year, and they walk around acting all big, lord knows theyy all have short man syndrome and are compensating for their tiny underdeveloped cocks! I thought children were meant to be NICE until they hit puberty!!!! Someone get me Piaget on the phone, because the lot at our school are obviously all mentally dysfunctional. And I'm sure you can't blame 300 lots of parents...
Anyway, I shoved him off me, as I think was my right to do so, and he got really uppity about it, I think he said something about bullying, childline and his rights (pffffffft what about my right to sit wherever the fuck I want without having to worry that a small child will mistake my jean-covered-lap for the tartan pattern of the seat?!). Then he pulled out he ginger card. Fair enough to him if he'd done something original with it, sadly I don't count "well...you're ginger" as either innovative, or even insulting. Maybe he wanted some clarification that he wasn't colourblind or just has the mental ability of a fridge, I'm not quite sure.
And to make matters worse, my flip flops broke today. Well, either flip or flop broke... the toe bit came out of the foot bit (and I just accused him of being retarded... hypocrite hypocrite hypocrite). I had to walk around shcool all day with no shoes on. Added to my rushed attire and appearance, it was not attractive :( Bless James though, he tried to fix it with mass amounts of sellotape... kinda failed though.
So yeah... it's been a stressful couple of days. I've been thinking a lot about my EPQ as well, but still not getting anywhere with it. And then I think about uni, which makes me think about growing up, which makes me freak. Jeez, Peter, you only have like a year left to take me away to Neverland, and still get away with it being legit! Screw Wendy, I'm much more fun, and don't mind mermaids at all :) Plus all the lost boys will accept me because I look like a man :D As for Tink, she might just end up in the washing machine...
I suppose I'm not really helping my situation by having a sudden infatuation with the band Sister Hazel, who are really cool. They play songs with really sad melodies, even though most of the lyrics are kinda upbeat.
Anyway chums... I'm tired of talking about allthis crap, so I'll let you get back to your more interesting lives :) Enjoy them while they last, I'm feeling a death spree emerging, coming soon to a town near you :)
Laterss xx
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Saturday 19th June - A day of boredom and regretting not going to a field to participate in a pikey fight :/
Firstly, hello to Bella C, whoever she may be/if she actually exists :S Yeah, I randomly got an email today from someone called Bella C who said she liked my blog and invited me to some fashiony website, I'm not entirely sure what it is yet :L
Still, I have no idea if it's genuine or my friends have decided to prank me. Bastards.
Happy Fact - Paloma Faith's album Stone Cold Sober. It's awesome. Everyone go to HMV or Zavvi or wherever and buy it, because it's so good :) Plus I just watched her on Never Mind The Buzzcocks on Dave (no matter what everyone says, it's such a decent channel :L). Although she was wearing an outfit consisting mainly of pom poms, she was nice and normal and sang, and I think I'm a little bit in love with her... AND SO SHOULD YOU BE!
Happy Fact 2 - Exams have finished! Hell to the yeah lads, I'm a-level free until January :D Sadly I started A2s on Wednesday, and already have 7 pieces of homeowrk, when everyone else in my year has like 2. My teachers hate me, its official. Even though I give them nothing but love! Now that I think about it, I love Grimmett and he ignores me (sob) I loved my maths teacher in Year 9 and he would never help me when I got stuck! And most importantly, I loved Mr Eastwood and he called me Rachel. RACHEL!! Shocking.
I don't even look like a Rachel.
I don't even know a Rachel.
I don't think we even have someone called Rachel in our year group...
Wanker :(
Anyway that took far too long so Happy Facts 3 4 and 5 are just gonna have to be Jeans, Noel Fielding and Betty Croker's Chocolate Icing, which currently lives in my fridge :D It's great, whenever I go to get a drink I have a sneaky little fingerful :P That sounded less sexual in my head.
So chaps, the World Cup is HERE! I should've said that about a week ago but, you'll just have to deal with my bad time management, cry as you may :/ I'm a bit of a man when it comes to football (World Cup football anyway, the rest can shove off, who cares about Sunderland FC and that lot :L). I just kinda sit in front of the TV for like 4 hours of the day, looking like I'm in a coma with a bottle of beer in my hand. Even my brother is less into it than me.But yeah, England suck, screw the lot of them!! Apart from Fabio, who should live forever and rule the world.
In other news, today I drew a dead cow :) It was for a reason, but I secretly wish it wasn't and was just some totally spontaneous act of randomness that I decided to perform, purely in the name of being a little bit strange :)
Unfortunately, it was French. Don't ask why Mr Pugh felt it was necessary to get 7 16 year old girls to draw dead cows, it just was. I'm actually doubting whether I did get this homework, or just dreamt I did... how worrying.
I suppose you're wondering "but I don't UNDERSTAND! What do dead cows and football and icing have to do with battles between southern farmer folk?!" Well my friends, today was the Portishead carnival. For those of you who don't know, Portishead is a shitty little village in the South West, near to Bristol, where my school and freinds live. It's a small, simple area corner of the world, which forgot to enter the 20th century and all its inhabitants are clinically insane and don't shower. I wish I could say I'm proud to go to school there, but I don't want to lie to you. It's a shit hole.
But once a year, all the rides from Funderworld (the greastest even in history!!) decide to linger around a field in this crappy little town and lots of rowdy teenagers go on them and use it as an excuse to get trashed. And everyone else makes little floats and smiles and waves, like the brain dead empty shells they are. Its a 'lovely' event, where the community really comes together, emphasising the fact that everyone who lives there has an IQ lower than a dog and can't count to 6 because that involves using more than the fingers on one hand. To be fair to them, if one hand is held up, and the other is tapping of the fingers as they go along, is it any wonder that they get confused? And besides, they're also too high on the smell of manure and cider to notice anyway :)
BUT! This year, horror strikes!! A couple of weeks ago it was Pill RAG (Pill, is slightly worse than Portishead: at least in phead I know some people and there are one or two friendly farmers, eveyone in Pill's a chav) and apparently everyone got drunk and things got really out of control. There was a huge riot and someone was carrying golf balls around in a sock and hitting people in the face and stuff. Basically just recall the scene from Anchorman where the radio presenters have a fight :L And Brick "killed a man with a trident" LOL. Alternatively imagine what would happen if you took away the coffee machine from a typical office :L
So yeah, basically there were rumours that that was gonna happen at portishead carnival, so i decided to skip out on it, when ordinarily I'd go and have a laugh with my mates, and then pretend to sign up for the army, who are always there. It's fun times. But yeah, I didnt really fancy a baseball to the chest or a snooker cue to the eye or whatever, and then spend the rest of my saturday in A and E.It just doesn't sound like a good day to me... I'm much happier with my dead cow thank you very much. He's pretty cool actually, for someone who can't draw :) I'm quite tempted to take a picture and scan it into this post :) Or at least I would if I had a camera that held battery for more that 4 seconds, and a scanner attached to my laptop. I might call him Udders :)
You should be jealous of me and Udders, raving in my room :P It's awesome.
Still, though Udders is very fun, albeit inanimate, I think I would've had a better day at the carnival, even if I did end up in hospital, as opposed to my day of nothing. I watched the football, created Udders and that's the only thing worth a mention. I'm so bored! My skull feels empty my brain has shrunk so much due to disuse.
Plus I think this is like the longest post I've written since, what last August! (I have no idea, did I even post anything last August? Who cares?!)
Right, bedtime, I'm shattered!
God I must be the most insufferable person! I'm in a comatose for the most part of the day, then proceed by doing nothing, followed by bed. Sorry readers, I promise to try and make my life more exciting and enjoyable for you all to read about.
Not.
Laterss xx
Still, I have no idea if it's genuine or my friends have decided to prank me. Bastards.
Happy Fact - Paloma Faith's album Stone Cold Sober. It's awesome. Everyone go to HMV or Zavvi or wherever and buy it, because it's so good :) Plus I just watched her on Never Mind The Buzzcocks on Dave (no matter what everyone says, it's such a decent channel :L). Although she was wearing an outfit consisting mainly of pom poms, she was nice and normal and sang, and I think I'm a little bit in love with her... AND SO SHOULD YOU BE!
Happy Fact 2 - Exams have finished! Hell to the yeah lads, I'm a-level free until January :D Sadly I started A2s on Wednesday, and already have 7 pieces of homeowrk, when everyone else in my year has like 2. My teachers hate me, its official. Even though I give them nothing but love! Now that I think about it, I love Grimmett and he ignores me (sob) I loved my maths teacher in Year 9 and he would never help me when I got stuck! And most importantly, I loved Mr Eastwood and he called me Rachel. RACHEL!! Shocking.
I don't even look like a Rachel.
I don't even know a Rachel.
I don't think we even have someone called Rachel in our year group...
Wanker :(
Anyway that took far too long so Happy Facts 3 4 and 5 are just gonna have to be Jeans, Noel Fielding and Betty Croker's Chocolate Icing, which currently lives in my fridge :D It's great, whenever I go to get a drink I have a sneaky little fingerful :P That sounded less sexual in my head.
So chaps, the World Cup is HERE! I should've said that about a week ago but, you'll just have to deal with my bad time management, cry as you may :/ I'm a bit of a man when it comes to football (World Cup football anyway, the rest can shove off, who cares about Sunderland FC and that lot :L). I just kinda sit in front of the TV for like 4 hours of the day, looking like I'm in a coma with a bottle of beer in my hand. Even my brother is less into it than me.But yeah, England suck, screw the lot of them!! Apart from Fabio, who should live forever and rule the world.
In other news, today I drew a dead cow :) It was for a reason, but I secretly wish it wasn't and was just some totally spontaneous act of randomness that I decided to perform, purely in the name of being a little bit strange :)
Unfortunately, it was French. Don't ask why Mr Pugh felt it was necessary to get 7 16 year old girls to draw dead cows, it just was. I'm actually doubting whether I did get this homework, or just dreamt I did... how worrying.
I suppose you're wondering "but I don't UNDERSTAND! What do dead cows and football and icing have to do with battles between southern farmer folk?!" Well my friends, today was the Portishead carnival. For those of you who don't know, Portishead is a shitty little village in the South West, near to Bristol, where my school and freinds live. It's a small, simple area corner of the world, which forgot to enter the 20th century and all its inhabitants are clinically insane and don't shower. I wish I could say I'm proud to go to school there, but I don't want to lie to you. It's a shit hole.
But once a year, all the rides from Funderworld (the greastest even in history!!) decide to linger around a field in this crappy little town and lots of rowdy teenagers go on them and use it as an excuse to get trashed. And everyone else makes little floats and smiles and waves, like the brain dead empty shells they are. Its a 'lovely' event, where the community really comes together, emphasising the fact that everyone who lives there has an IQ lower than a dog and can't count to 6 because that involves using more than the fingers on one hand. To be fair to them, if one hand is held up, and the other is tapping of the fingers as they go along, is it any wonder that they get confused? And besides, they're also too high on the smell of manure and cider to notice anyway :)
BUT! This year, horror strikes!! A couple of weeks ago it was Pill RAG (Pill, is slightly worse than Portishead: at least in phead I know some people and there are one or two friendly farmers, eveyone in Pill's a chav) and apparently everyone got drunk and things got really out of control. There was a huge riot and someone was carrying golf balls around in a sock and hitting people in the face and stuff. Basically just recall the scene from Anchorman where the radio presenters have a fight :L And Brick "killed a man with a trident" LOL. Alternatively imagine what would happen if you took away the coffee machine from a typical office :L
So yeah, basically there were rumours that that was gonna happen at portishead carnival, so i decided to skip out on it, when ordinarily I'd go and have a laugh with my mates, and then pretend to sign up for the army, who are always there. It's fun times. But yeah, I didnt really fancy a baseball to the chest or a snooker cue to the eye or whatever, and then spend the rest of my saturday in A and E.It just doesn't sound like a good day to me... I'm much happier with my dead cow thank you very much. He's pretty cool actually, for someone who can't draw :) I'm quite tempted to take a picture and scan it into this post :) Or at least I would if I had a camera that held battery for more that 4 seconds, and a scanner attached to my laptop. I might call him Udders :)
You should be jealous of me and Udders, raving in my room :P It's awesome.
Still, though Udders is very fun, albeit inanimate, I think I would've had a better day at the carnival, even if I did end up in hospital, as opposed to my day of nothing. I watched the football, created Udders and that's the only thing worth a mention. I'm so bored! My skull feels empty my brain has shrunk so much due to disuse.
Plus I think this is like the longest post I've written since, what last August! (I have no idea, did I even post anything last August? Who cares?!)
Right, bedtime, I'm shattered!
God I must be the most insufferable person! I'm in a comatose for the most part of the day, then proceed by doing nothing, followed by bed. Sorry readers, I promise to try and make my life more exciting and enjoyable for you all to read about.
Not.
Laterss xx
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