...I do believe I am growing up.
for the first time in years I am completely happy with myself. I love my image, I love my life, I am satisfied with my intellect and only seek to increase it. I have repressed my bad memories so tha my life seems quite satisfactory. I have pretty much everything I want, time to think and my own space.
Wait, when I say growing up, I don't mean OMG BOYFRIENDS11!11 I mean like getting on a bit. I fear I am growing old, I had started makeing plans beyond getting married in a pretty white dress. First the dress is going to be copper. Nah, but besides that I am slightly concerned I will go through education, get married have kids and then die. To be honest, I am not keen on children. I refuse to be all I loff them, they are so cute ooga wooga I don't see the point. Kids don't really take to me so I see no reason for me to fawn over them just because I am supposed to.
I suppose that's something to do with my feminine instinct. Trouble is, I am not all that feminine. I have no hormones to speak of can't be bothered to make myself look pretty and am pretty damn lazy. It's funny considereing when I was two years younger I couldn't get enough of make up and wedding dresses. Nowdays I just don't see the point of dressing up. Whose there to impress?
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
My life
It has occured to me that my life is one big internet.
Ok, the situation used to be ok. I used to go on the internet for a hilw after 6 o'clock, then get off it by 9 and go to bed. Nowadays though, I go on at 4ish, and get off past 10.
Which is worse, I woke up at five this morning so that I could talk to Loopy on msn and update my blog.
The thing with the internet, is you always feel like you have something to do on it, like you have an urge to go on it, but then when you get there, you feel like you have nothing to do, but in the same way are really relucatant to go offline. In fact, I can sit at teh computer for ages waiting for someone to post, and even if no one has or is likely to in the next hour, when my mom calls me to eat I postpone as long as possible.
Heck This is proof in itself. It's 8AM and I am on the computer. In ten minuites I have to go to school.
At least I am not alone. Loopy is here with me, which makes her just as addicted as me, if not more because yesterday she decided tot alk to me while wearing a towel.
The thing is, how can I remember anythig if all my time is spent doing the same thing?
Wont all my memories blur into one big blob of websites and comics?
Oh well. I heart the internet
If they said you couldn't go on the computers during school time...I don't know what I would do, but I would sure as hell be angry! Anger I tell you!
Oh yeah, they would pay. I can imagine a whole lot of people would be angry
Ok, lets take a review of the day.
First period, PE theory, this should be ok, provided Charlotte is there
Second period, tutorial, this should be funny, I'll be with my other friends!
Third period, RE, *groan* I loathe RE so that will be one long hour, but its ok because after that is DINNER! which means I can visit the internet again.
Fourth period, history which is great. I love history, tis my favourite subject. In case you were not sure whether I was a geek or not, I think that clinched it for you.
Fifth period, Spanish, we should get our tests back. Or we wil have to finish them. I actually think I did ok.
Ok, so today doesn't actually look too bad, but it's a good thing there is that Dinner hour for computerising...
Ok, the situation used to be ok. I used to go on the internet for a hilw after 6 o'clock, then get off it by 9 and go to bed. Nowadays though, I go on at 4ish, and get off past 10.
Which is worse, I woke up at five this morning so that I could talk to Loopy on msn and update my blog.
The thing with the internet, is you always feel like you have something to do on it, like you have an urge to go on it, but then when you get there, you feel like you have nothing to do, but in the same way are really relucatant to go offline. In fact, I can sit at teh computer for ages waiting for someone to post, and even if no one has or is likely to in the next hour, when my mom calls me to eat I postpone as long as possible.
Heck This is proof in itself. It's 8AM and I am on the computer. In ten minuites I have to go to school.
At least I am not alone. Loopy is here with me, which makes her just as addicted as me, if not more because yesterday she decided tot alk to me while wearing a towel.
The thing is, how can I remember anythig if all my time is spent doing the same thing?
Wont all my memories blur into one big blob of websites and comics?
Oh well. I heart the internet
If they said you couldn't go on the computers during school time...I don't know what I would do, but I would sure as hell be angry! Anger I tell you!
Oh yeah, they would pay. I can imagine a whole lot of people would be angry
Ok, lets take a review of the day.
First period, PE theory, this should be ok, provided Charlotte is there
Second period, tutorial, this should be funny, I'll be with my other friends!
Third period, RE, *groan* I loathe RE so that will be one long hour, but its ok because after that is DINNER! which means I can visit the internet again.
Fourth period, history which is great. I love history, tis my favourite subject. In case you were not sure whether I was a geek or not, I think that clinched it for you.
Fifth period, Spanish, we should get our tests back. Or we wil have to finish them. I actually think I did ok.
Ok, so today doesn't actually look too bad, but it's a good thing there is that Dinner hour for computerising...
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Softmints...The True Story
Another wonderful day in the life of Sarah. Ok, I am a bad diary lady person, I haven’t updated in days, but it’s not as if I have nothing better to do than record my life on the internet now is there? Of course not, there are games of slam to play and books to read. You see, there is so much more to my life than at first meets the eye.
Kinda
Anyway, so I am at school…still. Since Lucy and I founded the SLASTLM, (Society of leaving all science till the last minute) I have been busy. Ok not really, but in following with the tradition the club is based on, I spent all of last night doing my science work, that was of course in for today. Lucy kindly sent me hers with a humorous diagram on it. Sadly her diagram made my diagram look pitiful. Anyway, basically, her coursework kicked my coursework’s butt, so from now on the new thing on my “to do” list is of course, become Lucy.
At least my mother now realises that Lucy is in fact not a figment of my imagination, though I don’t think she would take kindly to the fact I have been staying up late at night in order to text her…Oh well, you can’t have everything in life.
Laura was upset yesterday, which of course made me sad, as I cannot help but adjust my mood to fit with the Wonderful Woman of West Yorkshire. I think that name deserves a medal to be honest. It’s great is what it is.
Oh great. I have a stomach ache, I shouldn’t have eaten all of those softmints, but they were so tasty, and minty and chewy I just couldn’t resist. The situation could be worse I suppose. I could have double chemistry next. No, I do have double chemistry next.
It could be worse, it could be physics.
Anyway, must get back to slam.
Kinda
Anyway, so I am at school…still. Since Lucy and I founded the SLASTLM, (Society of leaving all science till the last minute) I have been busy. Ok not really, but in following with the tradition the club is based on, I spent all of last night doing my science work, that was of course in for today. Lucy kindly sent me hers with a humorous diagram on it. Sadly her diagram made my diagram look pitiful. Anyway, basically, her coursework kicked my coursework’s butt, so from now on the new thing on my “to do” list is of course, become Lucy.
At least my mother now realises that Lucy is in fact not a figment of my imagination, though I don’t think she would take kindly to the fact I have been staying up late at night in order to text her…Oh well, you can’t have everything in life.
Laura was upset yesterday, which of course made me sad, as I cannot help but adjust my mood to fit with the Wonderful Woman of West Yorkshire. I think that name deserves a medal to be honest. It’s great is what it is.
Oh great. I have a stomach ache, I shouldn’t have eaten all of those softmints, but they were so tasty, and minty and chewy I just couldn’t resist. The situation could be worse I suppose. I could have double chemistry next. No, I do have double chemistry next.
It could be worse, it could be physics.
Anyway, must get back to slam.
Friday, January 07, 2005
TRAGEDY!
Yes, a terrible, terrible thing has happend, Laura, my greatest friend, soulmate and text buddy, has had her internet all broken. Can you believe it. There was hardly any reason to go on the internet except to update my blog. I have decided to dedicate this whole entry to Laura!
My friend Laura.
I met Laura AGES ago, when I first joined UE. Back when I was a newbie, and she used to post on every thread. A whole lot of it was spam might I add:p Anyway, for the longest time I didn't talk to her, she had so many posts, and was popular, but when I finally did start to talk to her, we immediately hit it off.
Yes, I have only known her on the internet, but what difference does that make really, besides, at least she still lives in the UK. When we are 18, we plan to meet up. Sooner if possible. I have a terrible fear that when we get there she will make fun of my accent and think that I am posh. Which I am not for the record. But then I suppose if she does, I have enough information on her to blackmail her to stop.
You hear that Laura? Blackmail. You have been warned.
Anyway, Laura and I have playe loads of jokes on people. At one point, we were twins, with a pony called Olive, at another point we were movie crazy posters on UE and several times we change our screennames, fonts and icons to the same thing and freak people on it multiple convos :P
Anyway so Laura is a great friend, sometimes I see a Busted poster and attempt to telepathically say to her What were you thinking? At other times Kat will say something and I will relay it to her later, but wish she had been there at the time.
I probably have an unhealthy friendship with Laura, but I do relate to her, and we are psycikly linked. How else can you explain how we were always on the internet on Saturday mornings? We changed that into our "Saturday Morning Bitching Session" We found it really set you up for the next week.
Anyway, so ends Laura's entry, I hope you are happy!
All that remains to be said, is I was finally late for history
My friend Laura.
I met Laura AGES ago, when I first joined UE. Back when I was a newbie, and she used to post on every thread. A whole lot of it was spam might I add:p Anyway, for the longest time I didn't talk to her, she had so many posts, and was popular, but when I finally did start to talk to her, we immediately hit it off.
Yes, I have only known her on the internet, but what difference does that make really, besides, at least she still lives in the UK. When we are 18, we plan to meet up. Sooner if possible. I have a terrible fear that when we get there she will make fun of my accent and think that I am posh. Which I am not for the record. But then I suppose if she does, I have enough information on her to blackmail her to stop.
You hear that Laura? Blackmail. You have been warned.
Anyway, Laura and I have playe loads of jokes on people. At one point, we were twins, with a pony called Olive, at another point we were movie crazy posters on UE and several times we change our screennames, fonts and icons to the same thing and freak people on it multiple convos :P
Anyway so Laura is a great friend, sometimes I see a Busted poster and attempt to telepathically say to her What were you thinking? At other times Kat will say something and I will relay it to her later, but wish she had been there at the time.
I probably have an unhealthy friendship with Laura, but I do relate to her, and we are psycikly linked. How else can you explain how we were always on the internet on Saturday mornings? We changed that into our "Saturday Morning Bitching Session" We found it really set you up for the next week.
Anyway, so ends Laura's entry, I hope you are happy!
All that remains to be said, is I was finally late for history
Thursday, January 06, 2005
The Truth About History
Everytime I have history, I find myself the last one in the classroom, as though I am dragging out the time in which I have to get to the lesson. I normally find I have it after lunch and I am the only memeber of my peer group, one of two members of my class who have that lesson. I try to get there late, I hate the people in that class. My history class is the worst class, at least in other lessons people just leave me alone, but in History I find myself surrounded by really annoying people who should have better things to do than bother me, but for some reason don't.
It's not like I don't have any friends, but more that I don't have any friends in that particular class. I probably could have made friends, I know why I haven't made friends, I''ll get on to that.
Anyway, so I drag my feet and take the long way to the other side of the school, room 39 where I have History with Mrs Dobson. I wonder why I hate going to history. I love the subject, I like my teacher, I make striaght A's and yet I hate going. It's probably something to do with that friends thing again. It's not that the people in my history class dislike me. I am sure most of them hold me in mild disdain, and have n o idea of my loathing towards them. I hope it stays that way. I am in a class of people who can make my life very difficult if they wish to.
It's an awkward position if you ask me, spending an hour in a class full of the kind of people I hate. Then again, you would think if I hate them so much, they would stay away from me.
History would be AWSOME if they would stay away from me, But no, something about me fascinates them, if only they would just stay away. Funnily enough, the best history lesson I have ever had was when my partener was away, so I didn't have to pretend to listen to her idiotic babble and nod and smile encouragingly, acting as though I give a damn. To be hoenst, I don't really care if Jess pushed Jenny in the dinning hall. Nor do I care that Bobby isn't paying enough attentiong to Danniel. I do, surprisingly enough care how millions of soldiers around the world lost their lives in a war that lasted 4 years and left countries in tatters and account for the present day situations we live in.
And that brings me nicely to the reason I don't have any friends in my history class. Yesterday we were discussing the treaty of Versailles. When I say we, I mean me and the teacher, as the rest of the class were too interested in the personal stero that was being passed around. We had been given numbers representing the big three and put into groups. Somehow I found myself being Woodrow Wilson, Georges Clemenceau and Lloyd George. I don't really see how that happend, but I think it had something to do with the pity I was feeling towards the teacher. I mean in a class of 30, why can't one student give a basic outline of Woodrow's 14 points, or give a reason that Lloyd George didn't want to punish Germany too badly. Anyway, that is how I ended up discussing how the first world war ended and it's affect on the world with my teacher. This is probably one of many reasons that my class hates me. I mean, I have no right to be interested in work do I? It goes against everything they believe in.
Dammit, it's the end of dinner hour. I also don't think that my friends are swallowing th, I have courswork to do, that's why I have to go to the computer room. Sooner or later they are going to figure out that it actually means I don't want to spend another minute listening to you whiny drivel. Wow, I actually have replaced real people with the internet.
Ah well, the internet is more reliable, and always smiles.
Anyway to conclude No matter what I do, No matter how hard I try, I somehow always end up early to history. Somehow.
It's not like I don't have any friends, but more that I don't have any friends in that particular class. I probably could have made friends, I know why I haven't made friends, I''ll get on to that.
Anyway, so I drag my feet and take the long way to the other side of the school, room 39 where I have History with Mrs Dobson. I wonder why I hate going to history. I love the subject, I like my teacher, I make striaght A's and yet I hate going. It's probably something to do with that friends thing again. It's not that the people in my history class dislike me. I am sure most of them hold me in mild disdain, and have n o idea of my loathing towards them. I hope it stays that way. I am in a class of people who can make my life very difficult if they wish to.
It's an awkward position if you ask me, spending an hour in a class full of the kind of people I hate. Then again, you would think if I hate them so much, they would stay away from me.
History would be AWSOME if they would stay away from me, But no, something about me fascinates them, if only they would just stay away. Funnily enough, the best history lesson I have ever had was when my partener was away, so I didn't have to pretend to listen to her idiotic babble and nod and smile encouragingly, acting as though I give a damn. To be hoenst, I don't really care if Jess pushed Jenny in the dinning hall. Nor do I care that Bobby isn't paying enough attentiong to Danniel. I do, surprisingly enough care how millions of soldiers around the world lost their lives in a war that lasted 4 years and left countries in tatters and account for the present day situations we live in.
And that brings me nicely to the reason I don't have any friends in my history class. Yesterday we were discussing the treaty of Versailles. When I say we, I mean me and the teacher, as the rest of the class were too interested in the personal stero that was being passed around. We had been given numbers representing the big three and put into groups. Somehow I found myself being Woodrow Wilson, Georges Clemenceau and Lloyd George. I don't really see how that happend, but I think it had something to do with the pity I was feeling towards the teacher. I mean in a class of 30, why can't one student give a basic outline of Woodrow's 14 points, or give a reason that Lloyd George didn't want to punish Germany too badly. Anyway, that is how I ended up discussing how the first world war ended and it's affect on the world with my teacher. This is probably one of many reasons that my class hates me. I mean, I have no right to be interested in work do I? It goes against everything they believe in.
Dammit, it's the end of dinner hour. I also don't think that my friends are swallowing th, I have courswork to do, that's why I have to go to the computer room. Sooner or later they are going to figure out that it actually means I don't want to spend another minute listening to you whiny drivel. Wow, I actually have replaced real people with the internet.
Ah well, the internet is more reliable, and always smiles.
Anyway to conclude No matter what I do, No matter how hard I try, I somehow always end up early to history. Somehow.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
School Again
Second day back to school today. Yesterday I was really annoyed at my having to go to school, but Alex going to school and then having to go home as school was not on was definitly a highlight to my day :p
You know that feeling, just before school starts, where you feel all optomistic about working, but at the same time, you know the feeling is superficial and will pass soon. Also, my normal schoool moto of When thou art giving homework, thous should go in the internet for guidance does not coincide with these new and scary thoughts. So now I am in conflict with myself. I have an urge to focus on my work and make something of myself, countered by my urge to blow everything off and go on the internet. I wonder which of these powerful forces will win? Hm.
Also during the holiday I forgot about the problem of dinner times. My friends are very superficial and spend way too much of their time talking about other people. I thought I had cunningly solved this problem by bringing in a pack of cards, but apparently playing slam isn't a suitable pastime for young ladies. Young ladies my ass. Fuck Mrs Taylor, I felt like gambling all her money away in vegas just to spite her. No one can say she doesn't deserve it.
She so has it in for me, I am not kidding, the lady hates me. When we were rehersing for our assembly, I was like the only one who had actually found something to say, and she fucking told me off for speaking into my bleeping scarf! I was so pissed off at her. And then she totally let the idiots who were messing around off. Well fuck them all.
Uh-oh, this is getting a little angsty isn't it? Well lets tone it down.
Yesterday, when I forgot to update as I had two huge essays to do, (Thanks Garfy!) I found something funny. I was sitting on the computer and my mom came in and asked me to take some wrapping paper down from the top shelf that she couldn't reach, but new that with my aptitude for heights, I would relish the oppurtunity to jump on a few chairs. The funny thing was the way she said it. She went "Sarah" as though I was a cute dog or something, that needed to be coaxed into doing things. You know when you are trying to get a dog to come and sit on you, and you call it's name and pat your knees? I half expected her to whistle or something.
now I think about it, maybe it wasn't so much funny, as I was a walking bottle of caffeine. Yep, that's definitly it.
Grah my friends are all like, Can we go Sarah? We suck, we need to eat to stop our whining, so I suppose I have to go eat. This is lunchtime by the way, I'm at school. So I suppose I have sorted out what to do at lunchtimes huh?
You know that feeling, just before school starts, where you feel all optomistic about working, but at the same time, you know the feeling is superficial and will pass soon. Also, my normal schoool moto of When thou art giving homework, thous should go in the internet for guidance does not coincide with these new and scary thoughts. So now I am in conflict with myself. I have an urge to focus on my work and make something of myself, countered by my urge to blow everything off and go on the internet. I wonder which of these powerful forces will win? Hm.
Also during the holiday I forgot about the problem of dinner times. My friends are very superficial and spend way too much of their time talking about other people. I thought I had cunningly solved this problem by bringing in a pack of cards, but apparently playing slam isn't a suitable pastime for young ladies. Young ladies my ass. Fuck Mrs Taylor, I felt like gambling all her money away in vegas just to spite her. No one can say she doesn't deserve it.
She so has it in for me, I am not kidding, the lady hates me. When we were rehersing for our assembly, I was like the only one who had actually found something to say, and she fucking told me off for speaking into my bleeping scarf! I was so pissed off at her. And then she totally let the idiots who were messing around off. Well fuck them all.
Uh-oh, this is getting a little angsty isn't it? Well lets tone it down.
Yesterday, when I forgot to update as I had two huge essays to do, (Thanks Garfy!) I found something funny. I was sitting on the computer and my mom came in and asked me to take some wrapping paper down from the top shelf that she couldn't reach, but new that with my aptitude for heights, I would relish the oppurtunity to jump on a few chairs. The funny thing was the way she said it. She went "Sarah" as though I was a cute dog or something, that needed to be coaxed into doing things. You know when you are trying to get a dog to come and sit on you, and you call it's name and pat your knees? I half expected her to whistle or something.
now I think about it, maybe it wasn't so much funny, as I was a walking bottle of caffeine. Yep, that's definitly it.
Grah my friends are all like, Can we go Sarah? We suck, we need to eat to stop our whining, so I suppose I have to go eat. This is lunchtime by the way, I'm at school. So I suppose I have sorted out what to do at lunchtimes huh?
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Lost Beyond Hope
So I went SHOPPING with my mother, which turned into more of an adventure than I could possibly have imagined.
So we arrived there, I was well armed, I had my phone and my pack of softmints, which I am now sorry to say are missing, but I wasn't alert, and that led me to look for socks with my mother. I thought it would be ok, what's wrong with looking for socks? But then as sudden as falling over, disaster struck, and I found my self neck deep in women's lingerie! It was a nightmare.
I didn't know which way to turn.
I ran around for several moments, before collecting my wits and scanning the area by squinting through my lashes. I located a safe spot betweenthe mirror and the pyjmas where I couldn't see anything that would scar me for life. I then commenced to text my friends, I texted three of them, hoping for some guidance, perhaps they had once been in a simillar situation. But alas, out of three, only one replied, and instead of guidance, the SMS contained only jeering at my situation.
Not very mature but at least it was a distraction.
I attempted to hurry my mother, whilst staying as far away from the item's themselves as possible, but as we got to the desk, disaster struck.
The previous night, my brother had bought a picture on Ebay, which he had used mom's card for. He hadn't put her purse back in the handbag, so it was that we found ourselves in marks and sparks, trying to return a load of clothes we bought with her credit card and therefore needed her credit card to return the clothes. Thereafter we emerged from the lingerie section with £80 worth of gift vouchers.
So then we had to shop! Shop hard dammit!
Mom told me to run along and find some shoes to buy, but instead I found myself facing a fate worse than before. I was lost, lost in male lingerie! It was terrible, everywhere I looked I saw things I didn't want to see. I had wandered in somehow and now was trapped. It called for drastic action. Closing my eyes, I ran wildly and didn't stop until I felt linolium under my trainers, showing that I was back on the main walk way. I found the shoe display and a satisfactory pair of shoes, but when I showed them to my mother, she said they were too broad and we would have to go to Birmingham. I don't mind, those shoes were satisfactory, these shoes might be great!
The rest of the shopping trip was spent trying to spend the gift vouchers, it was a little pathetic if you ask me.
So we arrived there, I was well armed, I had my phone and my pack of softmints, which I am now sorry to say are missing, but I wasn't alert, and that led me to look for socks with my mother. I thought it would be ok, what's wrong with looking for socks? But then as sudden as falling over, disaster struck, and I found my self neck deep in women's lingerie! It was a nightmare.
I didn't know which way to turn.
I ran around for several moments, before collecting my wits and scanning the area by squinting through my lashes. I located a safe spot betweenthe mirror and the pyjmas where I couldn't see anything that would scar me for life. I then commenced to text my friends, I texted three of them, hoping for some guidance, perhaps they had once been in a simillar situation. But alas, out of three, only one replied, and instead of guidance, the SMS contained only jeering at my situation.
Not very mature but at least it was a distraction.
I attempted to hurry my mother, whilst staying as far away from the item's themselves as possible, but as we got to the desk, disaster struck.
The previous night, my brother had bought a picture on Ebay, which he had used mom's card for. He hadn't put her purse back in the handbag, so it was that we found ourselves in marks and sparks, trying to return a load of clothes we bought with her credit card and therefore needed her credit card to return the clothes. Thereafter we emerged from the lingerie section with £80 worth of gift vouchers.
So then we had to shop! Shop hard dammit!
Mom told me to run along and find some shoes to buy, but instead I found myself facing a fate worse than before. I was lost, lost in male lingerie! It was terrible, everywhere I looked I saw things I didn't want to see. I had wandered in somehow and now was trapped. It called for drastic action. Closing my eyes, I ran wildly and didn't stop until I felt linolium under my trainers, showing that I was back on the main walk way. I found the shoe display and a satisfactory pair of shoes, but when I showed them to my mother, she said they were too broad and we would have to go to Birmingham. I don't mind, those shoes were satisfactory, these shoes might be great!
The rest of the shopping trip was spent trying to spend the gift vouchers, it was a little pathetic if you ask me.
Wigu!
I miss Wigu, for those of you poor poor souls who don't know who wigu is, he lives here. www.wigu.com
Sadly, wigu has now finished. I am most upset. But the archives are hillarious. Anyway, the stupid thing is, I used to read wigu, then I stopped and only when I ealised it was finished, (December 31) did I start reading them again. They are totally awsome. Anyway, enough reminiscing cause half of you don't have a clue what I am on about.
I finished reading Book Two of the Echorium sequence, but I haven't started the third. I definitly got awsome presents this year! In fact, all of my presents this year were great. I didn't get any of those stupid presents that people give and then they are crap and you have to grit your teeth and think, it's the thought that counts and then put the stupid thing on your shelf where it gathers dust until you hate it so much you throw it out the window. Ahem, of course I have never done that.
Anyway, right now I am going to Sutton, to return clothers. Hopefully I can buy some more softmints :p
I am running out.
Sadly, wigu has now finished. I am most upset. But the archives are hillarious. Anyway, the stupid thing is, I used to read wigu, then I stopped and only when I ealised it was finished, (December 31) did I start reading them again. They are totally awsome. Anyway, enough reminiscing cause half of you don't have a clue what I am on about.
I finished reading Book Two of the Echorium sequence, but I haven't started the third. I definitly got awsome presents this year! In fact, all of my presents this year were great. I didn't get any of those stupid presents that people give and then they are crap and you have to grit your teeth and think, it's the thought that counts and then put the stupid thing on your shelf where it gathers dust until you hate it so much you throw it out the window. Ahem, of course I have never done that.
Anyway, right now I am going to Sutton, to return clothers. Hopefully I can buy some more softmints :p
I am running out.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
New Year!
Well everybody, we have reached 2005, it's been a good year in 2004, I got a sweater, ASOUE was released in the cinema, the Beckhams nearly broke up.
Let's look at the high lights of the year in my blog.
-I started my blog
-I got "angsty in the moment"
-I got a sweater! How could you forget?
-I was caught red handed, sleep surfing the internet
-I reviewd the year, I am doing it RIGHT NOW, though technically, seing as it is 2005 I am not doing a very good job of reviewing last year.
Wow, a lot has changed since 2004, now I'll have to start again with January when I write the date in school, plus, instead of writing 2004 at the end of it, I'll be writing 2005. Wow, massive changes going on there.
I hate January, it signifys another year, it means I'm getting older. I don't like getting older, I just don't see what there is to look forward to. It also means I have a whole 8 months of school left, I suppose September should signify I have more months of school left, but somehow that doesn't count. Probably because it's sunny in September.
It's not sunny in good for nothing January.
In my opinion, we should skip straight to February. I mean who has important fun things to do in January? We should just miss it out. All we would miss are 3 weeks of school. Oh man, that bites, I have three weeks of school coming up. And besdies, February is a great month.
ok I lie, February is an ok month, but next to January it's goddam awsome. February makes you think of spring.
Woudl you believe this, I was looking on Google image search for my sweater, I figure I'll have a look and then I'll go to H&M's website and see if it is still up, but I get there, and there is this garbage about the new Spring Collection. I haven't seen the sun for days, I can't even remember what birds look like. And they talk about Spring. Gawd, I was really pissed off. Not only because they have gotten rid of any outstanding pictures of my sweater, but just in general, that they had seen fit to announce it was Spring when it was November. Coudln't they have just had their site linking into circles or just a sign that says "This site is out of sync with the world" and that would be that.
I mean right now, it is so dark, you can't class that as Spring.
I don't really like spring anyway, it doesn't really exist. There is just winter and then in a period of a week it changes to Summer. Spring is made up so that we will all feel perkier or something. I probably wouldn't mind so much if they didn't say that Spring started months before we even see sunlight. It's a lie I tell you, a lie.
If I had it my way, the season would be as follows, Summer Autumn Winter Swinter Summer Autumn. Swinter is a season that lasts a month, giving Winter the proportion of the yare normally appointed to Spring.
I'm not going to write anything about today's activities in this entry, in case I get bored later, which I am sure I will, and feel the need to update once more.
Let's look at the high lights of the year in my blog.
-I started my blog
-I got "angsty in the moment"
-I got a sweater! How could you forget?
-I was caught red handed, sleep surfing the internet
-I reviewd the year, I am doing it RIGHT NOW, though technically, seing as it is 2005 I am not doing a very good job of reviewing last year.
Wow, a lot has changed since 2004, now I'll have to start again with January when I write the date in school, plus, instead of writing 2004 at the end of it, I'll be writing 2005. Wow, massive changes going on there.
I hate January, it signifys another year, it means I'm getting older. I don't like getting older, I just don't see what there is to look forward to. It also means I have a whole 8 months of school left, I suppose September should signify I have more months of school left, but somehow that doesn't count. Probably because it's sunny in September.
It's not sunny in good for nothing January.
In my opinion, we should skip straight to February. I mean who has important fun things to do in January? We should just miss it out. All we would miss are 3 weeks of school. Oh man, that bites, I have three weeks of school coming up. And besdies, February is a great month.
ok I lie, February is an ok month, but next to January it's goddam awsome. February makes you think of spring.
Woudl you believe this, I was looking on Google image search for my sweater, I figure I'll have a look and then I'll go to H&M's website and see if it is still up, but I get there, and there is this garbage about the new Spring Collection. I haven't seen the sun for days, I can't even remember what birds look like. And they talk about Spring. Gawd, I was really pissed off. Not only because they have gotten rid of any outstanding pictures of my sweater, but just in general, that they had seen fit to announce it was Spring when it was November. Coudln't they have just had their site linking into circles or just a sign that says "This site is out of sync with the world" and that would be that.
I mean right now, it is so dark, you can't class that as Spring.
I don't really like spring anyway, it doesn't really exist. There is just winter and then in a period of a week it changes to Summer. Spring is made up so that we will all feel perkier or something. I probably wouldn't mind so much if they didn't say that Spring started months before we even see sunlight. It's a lie I tell you, a lie.
If I had it my way, the season would be as follows, Summer Autumn Winter Swinter Summer Autumn. Swinter is a season that lasts a month, giving Winter the proportion of the yare normally appointed to Spring.
I'm not going to write anything about today's activities in this entry, in case I get bored later, which I am sure I will, and feel the need to update once more.
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