Abismol behaviour from a 47 year old

Right. Let me start by saying this;

I want to get dreadlocks.

I've been thinking about it for months (in the back of my mind) and decided that if the chance comes up n the next year, and I have the money, and don't get talked out of it by meanies, I'll get it done. What do you think? honest opinions, please.

So tomorrow I'm going into town to buy Crickets for my lizard, who is currently being called Sobek (rachel's idea. Egyptian God of lizards or something. Cute name, I must admit), name may change soon, or may not.

I'm terribly tired at the moment.

I'm listening to Daft Punk - One More Time. Great song. too repetitive, just like lots of their stuff, but I love Daft Punk. I have a more varied taste in music than people give me credit for. Just because I don't like pop music.

Tom's being weird and I think he's with someone because he's not usually THIS annoying, you know? Sorry, Tom, if you read this.

Most of my lighters are out of fluid. I need to buy new ones. I am considering taking up smoking again. I won't do it though, laziness prevents me from buying the cigarettes. Brains prevent me from smoking them if I ever got over my laziness.

And I'm also considering getting my labret pierced. I'll probably get that done for my birthday. I need another facial piercing, I think. Just to even everything out. I could et my eyebrow done, I suppose. But I hate them. But then again, I love piercings, especially, on me, so it scould all be ok, right?

Anyway. Someone please say something about my dreadlock idea. If you do't, I'll get it done and sooner or later, end up with fleas and die, like that dog from down the road that never really existed.

Of course that wouldn't happen...

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I feel kind of ill today. I dunno why.

On Friday, Rachel came over and we went to Aqua pets. I bought a Bearded Dragon. That's a lizard. He's five weeks old yesterday, and he's blooming adorable.

The day after tomorrow there is a BBQ at Rachel's house. I'm sleeping over. Should be cool. I'm going to take some DVD's.

I've got to do my Art homework next week, so I'll be busy. I set a whole week for it, the week before last, but I spent one day doing work then got sidetracked and just couldn't be bothered to carry on. Typical behaviour. I hope Art is the only homework I have to do.

I've got boring since the summer started, haven't I? I'm sorry. I can't help it. I just feel terribly bored and stuff, so I can't be bothered to make jokes, as it were.

So yeah, I got my results, but I wrote about those in my last post. I was tragically happy about them, having not failed anything.

I duno what to write. I have a Bearded Dragon. He hasn't been named yet. He has many Temporary names, though. For instance, Cheese, SuperMan and Geoff, Pet!

'Geoff, Pet!' is apparently a song on my album 'Luxury Cruise To Russia'.

Incase, like me, you have no idea what I'm talking about, Tom has some strange game in which he can make up bands. I am a solo rock artist. My name being Donna Guyer... Obviously. Elvis Costello has told me, in his own words (Words from the game, not actual spoken words or anything);

'Soloist Elvis Costello revealed himself to be a huge admirer of up and coming Rock artist Donna Guyer's talents anuncing the the industry should expect 'great things to come' from the soloist.'

So I have a fan in Elvis Costello. Personally, not having heard any Elvis Costello (or maybe I have, but you know, I'm terrible with artists names) I don't know whether having him as a fan is like having R.E.M's Michael Stipe as a fan (i.e. a good thing), or having Busted's whole gang of nerdy teen pop rockers as fans (a bad thing). Aren't busted dead? Or broken up? Why, when some terribly crap artist, or terribly crap person, is out of my knowledge for over a month do I suddenyl think of them as dead? Am I morbid? Is that a good thing? Does it matter, even if it is Busted? Why do I care enough about Busted to mention them (Haha, I think they broke up, right? So therefore, they are BUSTED! Get it. Busted... Cos it's the name of the band. Busted... Oh, shut up.)

So yeah. I just had a root beer float. Reason for my feeling ill, I guess. Crap root beer, too much sugar, I feel like I should pass out in the next few minutes from too much sugar. Is that a bad thing? Am I a secret busted fan? Why am I asking you? Do you have the answers? Please, help me!!!

Goodnight and god bless (Are these the words of Michael Barrymore? Are they the words of anybody? If so, Who? Please, help me!!!)

Salmon, cucumber and potato sandwiches...

Well I got my results from AS. Wooo.

D E E in art
D D E in graphics
D E in general
and C D U in psychology

So that averages out to an E in every subject. That's a pass. They cannot possibly kick me out just yet... HEHEHE

But yeah. I'm proud. I know there are other people who have done much better than me, but it's still good as far as I'm concerned, and so I'm proud.

This is going to be a reasonably short post, because I don't have much to write, except Prince makes me happy.

So yeah. Hope everyone else did well.

I'm enjoying the holiday. I love sleeping in. I love my bed so much. I love just sleeping for hours on end and waking only long enough to eat a slice of bread before going back to bed again.

I should finish on a joke... But I don't know any. And I have a little migraine. But, like, yeah.

So if you are looking for my normal thoughts and crap, go to...

www.necrophagia.deviantart.com

and read some of the poems I've put up there. They are all like my normal writing, and Tom even helped out with subjects and stuff. Bless his magical soul.

Tom is a scag head...

This reminds me of the time Tom and I watched a program on sex in spanish. I mean, the program was in Spanish. We learnt lots of words. All I can remember was Vibrador and Sexo (obvious translations).

Tom remembers those two and anal (pronounced An-Al. As in, one person named Al) and Pena (as in Penis, I guess)(pronounced Pee-Na, not Pen-A, silly willy)

I got my holiday photos back yesterday, 71 photos, 99% of which were pictures of the ocean. Just the ocean. Nothing more... Nothing less.

I got a strange picture of a bird in flight. I dislike that. Why can birds fly? They look strange when you picture them just suspended in mid air by nothing...

Rachel says a bird with no feathers couldn't possible fly.

But what about a bird with no wings and feathers?

Pelvic floor?

I'm still having weird dreams. I dreamt last night that I was with some random person who I don't know, and we stole a car.

And the night before, this was a fun dream, I dremt Tom was an actor, and he was doing a film with Johnny Depp, and he invited Rachel and I to go on set with him and watch. And we met Johnny Depp, who had very short hair. And Tom had to do a scene in a sort of black nuns dress thing, and he had silver make up all over his face, and bronze eye shadow and lipstick on.

Tom says he doesn't like lipstick... Nothing against the rest of it though, eh Tom.

Anyway. The film they were making was quite strange, and we just met Johnny Depp in loads of outfits from previous films, like Edward Scissorhands and Pirates of the Caribbean. I found this quite odd.

This weekend I'm going to Brighton. We're staying in the Old Ship hotel. We're going up about midday on Saturday.

Thursday next week is the day we get our results for AS.

Monday next week is discovery day. Happy discovery day for Monday.

Again, I should probably apologise if you read this. I have been doing utterly nothing this week, except a little art homework. Which isn't worth writing about. Apologies if you read this, and if you didn't read this, i'll be sending a large S&M master round to your house to punish you for being BAD!

The perils of being pretty.

Excitement rushed through my veins as i wake up every fucking day and I'm on SUMMER HOLIDAY!
Well. A mixture of excitement and the want for less sunlight and more sleep. This is why winter is more fun for me. Less sunlight. More sleep. You get me?
Anyway.

I am actually lacking in things to write. Totally and utterly devoid in the brain. I blame the constant sleeping and the lack of stuff to do.

But, if all else fails, I could watch my newly aquired Peter Pan (Disney, 1953, version) VHS. What a joyous day Wednesday was!

I had a dream the night before last about growing an extra two boobs.
The night before I dreamt that I had cancer.
The night before I dreamt I was a whore. And a cheap one at that.

What happened to those good ol' normal dreams?

Like the reccurring dream I had as a child that a dinosaur was eating my best friend.

Or the one where I killed Rachel. It's not my fault though. You people should reframe from giving me guns.

Do other people have weird dreams like these? (Not drug or alcohol induced, I mean)

Some point over the next few weeks I am going to get abearded dragon. Not next week, but maybe the week after. I've saved up. Should be very cool. I can't wait. I want to call it Elvis.

Ever since I bought my iPod I've been hating the fact that all those sound docks cost verging on £200 (the good, big ones) But this morning I had a total breakthrough. Why don't I just plug my bass speakers into the headphone port?

Why don't I just?

Worked exceptionally (even if I could only use the one, as there is only one port). Why did this take me so long to figure out? I've had the stupid thing for as long as I can remember (not saying much as a I only vaguely remember last week (I'm not kidding)), but still. How simple. The people at Apple just lost themselves £200 worth of my business.

So I doubt they're kicking themselves. But still. I AM THE GREATEST.
Which brings me back to my thoughts as of yesterday.
'Donna. You can rule the world. You are the best person to walk this earth, and you know it. Become the ruler, Donna. Do it. Do it. And if you do, I'll give you a toaster.'
Oh yeah. I'm gonna do it.

~*~

If you are reading this, you read this post. My sincere apologies.

Did you just fart?

Some questions. Can you answer them?

Why does the Easter bunny carry eggs? Rabbits don't lay eggs.
Are there pink lemons that make pink lemonade?
How do "do not walk on grass" signs get there?
What was Captian Hook's name before he had a hook for a hand?
Do bald people get dandruff?
If someone's peeing and halfway through they die, would they keep peeing or stop?
If the sky is the limit, then what is space, over the limit?
Are marbles made of marble?
Why did Yankee Doodle name the feather in his hat Macaroni?
Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?
Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?
Wouldn't it be smart to make the sticky stuff on envelopes taste like chocolate?
Why are the commercials for cable companies on cable but not on regular television? Don't they want the people without cable to buy cable?
Why aren't safety pins as safe as they say they are?
How come popcorn isn't a vegetable?
How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
Do stuttering people stutter when they're thinking to themselves?
Why is it that when we are humming and then we plug our nose, our humming stops? Do people really hum through their nose, or their mouths?
If the weather man says "it's a 50% chance of rain" does that mean he has no idea if its going to rain or not?
If Teflon is Non-Stick, how do they get it to stick to the pans?

Go on give it a go. Constructiive anwers only please.