AND SO YOU SAY

Don't make the killer/non-fatal mistake of assuming that the title of this update has anything to do with anything! Because it doesn't! Shocking!

A recapp of my day:

My mother and aunt look out of the window and have a conversation, the transcript follows:
"Wow, look at that tit!"
"My goodness! It's huge!"
" yes and so smooth"
"But look at the colour"
"I didn't know they came in that colour"
"It's a great tit isn't it?"
"Really? I thought it looked like a green one"
"Sarah, are you ok?
"Uh, yeah, mum, I'm fine, I just have to go and *runs away*"

I mean really, next thing they'll be reading Maxim and annotating the pictures!

So I came back from my aunts, throroughly revitalised and once again managing to do little, (none...) revision for my upcoming GCSEs which although I have become quite profficient in lecturing others in the importance off, I have yet to embark upon the voyage of bored- revision.

It has become apparent to me, that having ones own personal life drama is somewhat difficult with exams and such, on television this never seems to be a problem. Perhaps this is because the characters are fictional? I daresay, I have only ever seen Marissa (Of the O.C. Like DUH) doing her homework once! And that was in between generous quantities of tonsil tennis with Ryan (Can we say ewwwww?) and ..well shooting people.

I have planned to begin my revision tomorrow! Well actually, now I come to think of it, I previously intended to begin my revision yesterday, and then today, and then this afternoon, but right now it's tomorrow. I might as well just push it onto Wednesday, as that's the way it's going to go and we all know it, but thinking ahead is just not for studious studiers such as myself.

I've been thinking that it's about time I considered my career. Until recently, I was thinking of being a power mother, but now I am steering closer to being crazy cat lady. And before you say it's already been done, I'll give it an edge! Like hell I will! What will the edge be..Uh I dunno yet.


Wait! I have it, cats doing extreme sports, such as jumping through hoops of fire and such! Though possibly the RSPCA wont be so cool with that, but with the monarchy pretty much out of here, I can't see why they would hold sway. I also think being a recluse/looney might be good for my mind. I bet I wouldn't be distracted from my maths homework if I was a looney/recluse.

Ok, definitely from tomorrow I am going to become a reclusive looney. That way, I am sure to get my work done. My main duty is to draw several obsessive D/G pictures, (Several more) and try and persuade olive to jump through a hoop. Darn that cat. Everytime I try it, she looks at my with this "you fuckwit" look. I'm almost offended. I would be offended if I couldn't retailiate with a smooth wiggle of my opposable thumbs yep, I've definitely got the advantage! Sarah 1. Olive 0. Except then she sort of scratched my thumbs whilst I wiggled them rather overly energetically. But I bet it was cause she's stupid and thought they were mice or something. Really. As though I would hold a mouse. (Can we say eww...again?)

I'm getting a little jittery thinking about the massacaring of my pooor thumbs, which makes every stroke of the space bar painful for me. I think I should review my goals

1. Become a recluse
2. Look up dictionary definition of said profession (Wouldn't want to get it wrong and end up a plumber or something)
3. Stare at my nails a bit. Study whether depending on the angle that the light hits them, do they look shiner?
4. Do some maths..maybe. Or more likely pretend to, but instead doodle D/G pics in the "do not write in this margin" section of my practice papers.
5. Somehow convince olive to jump through the hoop. (Maybe pick her up and put her through it?)

Yeah, I think that's quite good..


HEY LOOK. A picyture. I quite like drawing. But I cannot draw Draco! Dunno why...I have no problems with pretty much anything else relating to him.

Today my hair status resembles a sort of black haystack. I mean it's not even a haystack, it's like you took a nest, a crows nest or something equally ugly, and then brushed it, and spraypainted it black. Oh and then put ridiculous amounts of volumising shampoo on it. My hair has a tendency to do that. It's just so big...apparently when I was younger it was really thin so we kept bobbing it in the hopes it would get thicker...AND IT DID AND NOW I AM A WALKING CROWS NEST AKA SARAH YIELD-SIGN MURANO . It's scandalous is what it is.


I am a-wondering whether I can be a heroine. I see no reason not to.

From this day forth, I shalt be a superher- I mean I shall be a looney, reclusive heroine.

Or at least for the rest of the half term.

Did anyone read all of this?