Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Excitement and headaches 9
Just a quickie.
Mom gave me her credit card today, saying I can buy a shitload of t-shirts and stuff (paraphrasing, not verbatim, btw). So, I did. I even lost count of how many shirts I purchased; I don't think the last one I did worked...
Mom gave me her credit card today, saying I can buy a shitload of t-shirts and stuff (paraphrasing, not verbatim, btw). So, I did. I even lost count of how many shirts I purchased; I don't think the last one I did worked...
Anyway.
She said if I didn't buy too much she might get me some boots.
So I was like, "OK".
So I was buying up millions of shirts (inc. a Zim one, yay!), and I forgot what she said. Then I remembered. Then I searched for boots and I came up with these wonderous things that I... I NEEEEEEEEEED!!
I am literally drooling over the purple ones (http://www.cloggs.co.uk/invt/1513). (The other ones, I think, would suit me better.) But I think I spent too much to ask for a pair of boots that cost over £100 (that's like, over $190-ish). This makes me sad.
So I class this as an 'excitement and headaches' post because I got some t-shirts, but probably won't get these aweXome boots.
Oh well.
On a lighter note: Jean Tabary has given up doing Iznogoud, and passed it on to his children. This makes me sad. SKot (also a die-hard Iznogoud fan) said to me that his kids may revert Iznogoud back to the Goscinny/old-style comics, being a good thing in his opinion. I think I'll miss the wacky stories like Iznogoud's accomplice. :( Well, I saw it coming.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
And now: A random picture of death
OK so in the last few days I've been collecting random albums from various artists. I will list.
- Kaizers Orchestra (3 albums)
- They Might be Giants (1 album)
- Iron Maiden (2 albums)
- Lordi (I have no idea how many albums I've got. About 5, I think)
I told you they were random. I didn't get bored with Nightwish... I simply... got pretty much every single song they made. So now I've got a nice mix; Alternative, indie, heavy metal, and... scary metal?
Anyway that's not the reason why I'm posting. I'm posting because...
YESTERDAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF TEEEEEEERM!!!!!!!!
*party, celebrations, cheers, music, and random people making out*
Wednesday and I... Actually, it may be more accurate to say 'you and I', because only Wed/Scumspawn/Fred/whatever, lol! reads this blog. But anyway I'll carry on as normal. So Wed and I went mad. I am the one with the non-threatening dirty-blonde, curly hair, and she is the one with red hair, glasses, and a crazed look on her face. (XP haha)
(PS Wed - if you wish any pics to be taken down, or whatever, just scream the word. But all pics will probably be in bad quality/no zooming anyway.)
Hover over the pics to see a caption/explaination.
That's it for now. Locker labels et cetera will be posted later... coz I'm going to bed. :P
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My first alcoholic drink!!
Yes, I now drink. I'm an effing alcoholic.Well, not quite.
Let me reflect. My Dad thought he might get me on some alcyhol, because I am old enough to drink... but not in pubs. Which doesn't really make all that much sense, because at home you have no limits... anyway.
So he put me on Guinness. The toucan stout.
In a word: Disgusting. It was to me, anyway. For someone whose only exposure to alcohol was through hand cream, I thought Guinness was horrible.
So I went for something else my Dad drinks: Hobgoblin.
When I tasted it, I was like, "HAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAH!" because it had quite a sharp taste. And now I think it's absolutely wonderful. I can down a pint of Hobgoblin really easily.
♥ Hobgoblin!!
In fact, I'm drinking some now.
But I said to my dad, "I must be, like, the only girl in the world to drink that stuff." He replied, "No... there are women out there that drink it. But they're usually fat, hairy, sweaty women with pins sticking through their tongues and lips." I asked if I'd go like that eventually. He said nothing.
Also I downed quite a bit of the stuff a few days ago. Not a good idea, as this was just before I started my homework. I was a bit pissed to say the least, and my writing became a scrawl and after about an hour or so I realised I was doing the wrong thing anyway.
Come the lesson the next day, I was wrong, I WAS doing the right one after all.
Don't worry, though, I'll drink responsibly.
After I've finished the bottle I just started...
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Just what I needed - ten minutes in a room with a complete git.
About once every 2 or 3 months, I go crazy. Well, crazier, because of my hair. I get, liek, this feeling that I should change my hair. I mean, I hardly look menacing with a bunch of curly locks. It hardly goes with the black coat, black trousers, black trainers, black nail polish, black worry beads, and pentagram ring. It's not right, is it? So I usually do something drastic to my hair, or at least, plan to.
Panic sparked last week, when I was invited to go camping as part of a birthday celebration. I couldn't refuse... Not that I wanted to! I mean, I had to plausible excuse. If I tried to find an excuse, the best I could come up with would be: "But my hair'd get frizzzzyyyyyy!" So whaddid I do? I hacked my hair to death with straighteners.
Wellllll, ok, my hair's fine. It was fine after the treatment, and all is back to normal now. But my parents were like, "NOOOOOOOOO not your lovely curls!" And gave a look that threatened they would never speak to me ever again if I straightened the mass of hair on me 'ead. But I did it anyway.
When I emerged with my 'new' hair (a lie, I'd been straightening my hair for a year about a year ago... if that makes sense), I had tied it up and clipped it up. Me Daddeh said to me, "You look like Amy Winehouse." Then he turned around and shyly admitted, "It looks nice on you."
So camping went OK. We were based by the beach, so we all went galavanting down to the beach as soon as the tent was pitched... and decided we looked like utter prats because we wielded spades, and we found ourselves on a pebble beach.
The biggest prat of all, of course, was myself. As mentioned above, I have a strict dress code. Trademark clothing, if you will. So, I looked like a right prat wearing heavy black clothing... on a beach. People looked at me as if to say, "What? Are you mad?" And I looked at them as if to say, "Yeah."
Anyway, I will try not to be egoistic and mention others, even if it is MY blog. *air of superiority* Those in the party was Sarah, Alice, myself (nooooooo, I was just a stalker), and birthday girl, Hannah. On the beach we tried to light a BBQ (I haven't got enough time to type 'barbeque'), but, it failed, after about 45 minutes of trying. So we returned to base, and tried with another BBQ we had (we had two). This failed. So Sarah and Hannah pleaded to a couple of fellow campers, who had a BBQ going, to offer some advice. So the one bloke gave us a fire starter. This worked... then it died.
So he gave us another. We decided not to take our chances, and cook straight from this flame. What an audience we got!! A couple of german campers came over and said how they admired, um, the way we were cooking. If you could call it cooking.
Many other events happened whilst camping. I was asleep for this event... I have no idea why. I just randomly dropped off, at night, of course. Ahem well, while everyone else was talking, apparently, a light flashed onto the tent... and suddenly, a voice screamed, "CLEAVERRRRRRR!!" over and over again. We think they were calling a dog. I wish I was awake. But at the time I was clinging tightly to my Iznogoud doll. Don't even ask.
Also, I'd been reading The colour of magic and The light fantastic by T.Pratchett... something to do. I like Rincewind. I was utterly horrified when I learnt he wasn't planning on making any more books with Rincewind starring. So I say to him: Make more books with Rincewind in. Or else. I live close by, you know... (this is true. My little claim to fame. Sad, isn't it?)
And whilst in civilisation (i.e. at home) I've been playing the Discworld game. This blog's title is a quote from it that made me laugh for some reason.
All reflections and death threats done and I need to go to bed now.
PS cool links -- www.discworldemporium.com and http://thecabinetofcuriosities.co.uk/ -- they sold me a genuine genie in a bottle, they did.
