Whoa! I wanna see you work it. And if you let me, I wanna Flip Reverse it.

Now, as a teenager (slash adult) I'm entirely home with the downies, but what exactly dsoes 'Flip Reverse' mean?

Anyway. Let's start with an Eminem Watch Update.

Emmie came home from the vets yesterday (Saturday 25th March) from hving her bad cystic Kidney removed on Friday. She's got stitches all down her belly, and she had a drip, and so has a bandage on her front left paw, which is a little swollen. She's going in for a check up tomorrow at around 4.30, which is difficult because Tom's mum doesn't normally pick him up until 4.40 ish.

Oh well.

So yeah, she's OK. She was a little mad at me last night when I got home (slightly drunk) but she's OK now. My room is decked out in cat stuff, everything of hers is in here, her special food, toys, water and a litter tray, because she has to be kept in peace and quiet.

So today is Robyn's birthday. Happy Birthday Robyn! I'd text her, but my phone is totally and utterly broken. On Friday when I got home from school, I flung my bag onto the bed and my phone fell out of the front pocket and flipped into the brass bedsted thing. So the screen got this weird white line through it in the corner, but other than that it was working OK. then yesterday at Robyn's party I went to look at it and the screen had gone totally black. I know it's working alright otherwise, because I've had three texts come through this morning that I can't actually read. I may see if I can find an old nokia in the garage and put my sim card in it, just so I can recieve the texts. I'm due for a free upgrade now anyway, the only bad point is, though, that the photos I've taken on my phone can't be taken off of it now. Shame, because I had some photos on there I would have liked to keep.

On a lighter note, the week after next we've planned to go to Colchester to have a chat with a tattoo artist and see about getting tattoo's. That's Rachel and I. Robyn's driving, I think, and George said she wanted to come, too.

This is what I want. I drew it on my shoulder on Friday night, but it's gone now. The pen I used was a gelish pen, too, so it bled a little into my skin and didn't look so crisp.I'm not entirely sure whether I want it on my shoulder blade, or on my collar bone. But that's not entirely important right now.

Did I mention that I lost my bracelet. My little gold bracelet is lost! It's in the house somewhere, I'm sure of it, and I've looked everywhere I can think it'd be, but I can't find it. It's quite sad, because I never really took it off.

I'm cooking dinner today. Nut roast with roasts carrots and parsnips, smashed potatoes (which means I get to wield a rolling pin around for a while) and peas! My favourite vegetable, peas!

I'm so sick of food at the moment, though. Friday was bad enough, with all the chocolate from Robyn's pre-party (and the cheap cat-piss wine), and then yesterday with the catered party, and this morning nan made breakfast, I hate breakfast, it always makes me feel sick, and guess what? I feel sick.

Anyway. In between cooking stuff today, I plan to be doing some art homework. Mr Wadwell says he wants task 3 in by easter, which gives me until Friday to get an awful lot of work done, but I'm determined to at least try and do it.

Oh, and it's Jesse's birthday today. Jesse is my baby kitty. He's a little shit, but I'm trying to be nice to him today, for he is three years old, even if he looks 50 (he has hairy ears like an old man!). So now, for his birthday, I'm going to put up a load of my favourite Jesse pictures!

This is Jesse on the cat scratching post. This was taken a while ago, maybe over a year ago. He's a pretty boy!











It's sleeping Jesse. I love this photo, he looks like a retard.









Here he is, sleeping again. He's good at that. Yes, his mouth is gaping open. Also, his eyes are wide open, too, but he's snoring. I have a photo of his face, but it's tres-creepy, so I shant put it up. Also, this is my bedroom, from a side angle. I'd change it, but I think the angle adds to the retardedness of the Jesse.


"I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the CATwalk. On the CATwalk, on the CATwalk, yeah. And I shake my little touche on the CATwalk"
He's a model...





"Hello, my name is Jesse James and I am about to topple forward due to the weight of my MASSIVE head"











Jesse is three years old today.

Happy Birthday Jesse and Robyn.

Goodbye.

xxx

This Post is post #67

Ok, today was both good and bad.

First, Rachel and I went to town and I spent a stupid amount of money on the following things;

A present for Robyn from savers
The Smiths; Songs That Saved Your Life from Ottakar's
Red Hot Chili Peppers; By The Way from Ottakar's
Placebo - Meds from HMV (Their new album)
Joanna Newsom - The Milk Eyed Mender from HMV (I have it, but mine is terribly scratched and iTunes won't copy it properly, bitch!)
Mudhoney - March To Fuzz; Best Of And Rarest from HMV (Rachel bought the same album because she likes Mudhoney, too)
Sigur Ros - Von from HMV (because they're mentl in a brilliant sort of way)
An art print from The Art Shop of a person doing yoga. It's a sillhouette (sp?) against a sort of orangey background. It looks very buddhisty.
A card for Robyn from The Art Shop, just incase the one I ordered from www.kissmekwik.co.uk doesn't arrive in time.
A bracelet from Little G which cost £3.99 and jingles.
A plain silver tongue ball, because mine is missing!
A revolting green and fake gold ring from H&M (A shop I hate. Stupid mass produced wank)
2 pairs of earrings from H&M (!)
A pack of 10 white hairbands from H&M for 95p. Ok, their prices are alright, ut it's still all massed produced crap, and everone winds up wearing the same clothes. But then again, everyone who's a fan of a band could buy a band t-shirt that I have, and therefore this downgrades my struggle against corporate shite. But my veggie shoes are anti-corporate, so I'm great.

That was over £100 worth of stuff. I KNOW!

But this afternoon we took my little Emmie-Emm to the vet! OK, Blogger isn't allowing me to post a photo up, but I have a dead cute one, and if we're at school, ask and I'll show it to you, it's on my iPod.

Anyway, she's been unable to pee the past few days. So in we go today to the vet. She was shaking her little heart out in the car (she was in the basket, but I can't leave her in there because she gets so scared).

The vet felt around her belly a bit and said that her kidney was inflamed. It should be about the size of a £1 coin, but it's the size of a small satsuma, which, thinking about it, is fucking huge. Which I guess is why she feels so tight in her belly.

We asked what might have caused it, and he asked what we fed her. Nan told him, Whiskers wet food, and Go Cat biscuits. Aparently Go Cat biscuits are really bad for them, and leave sand and grit in their bellies. But Emmie doesn't really eat many biscuits.

He mentioned a few things, but I stopped listening after he said it could be a tumour. Because she's so young, it's a possibility, because it can't possibly be caused by an age thing.

It's scary, she's my little Emmie, she can't have a tumour.

I'm really worried for her. She's sitting on my lap now, which is unusual as she's not a lap cat. She's not left my side since I but her in the basket.

She has to go back to the vet's tomorrow morning for a scan and we pick her up in the evening. I don't know if they'll be able to cure it tomorrow, operate or whatever. It may JUST be a scan she's going in for, but she'll probably be home in the evening.

I know it sounds weird, but I don't want to be the one to take her in there in the morning and leave her. I guess I'm lucky, because I'll be in school when she goes in, I just feel really bad for her.

Tang! Homer Simpson just mentioned Tang on the TV! I don't know if you've ever had Tang, but it comes in a powder (like most American crap) and you mix it with water, and maybe sugar (like KoolAid). I think the only flavour it came in was orange, but it tasted foul! So foul, in fact, that I really want some, right now. We used to always hae it in a jug in the fridge, until we ran out of Tang Powder. I bet they don't sell it anymore. They should. They should stop selling KoolAid, because that stuff is racid.

I am still worried about Emmie, but I'm sorry, TANG!

God that stuff was just wrong. It was almost like a glow in the dark orange colour.

Another thing, why did they stop selling Tiger Balm. We get it in a little Chinese shop in Brighton, but they used to sell it in boots. It's not like it contains Tigers, right? God, that stuff is so COOL! It's like VapoRub, It's like, menthol, but it's orange! Just like Tang!

I'm using exclamation marks alot, and I hate that. I tend to dispise people who overuse them, because sometimes normal punctuation is needed.

Anyway, enough ranting and raving.

Feel better Emmie-Emm. I got the picture to work. How cute is she? This photo was taken about a year ago. It was the first photo I took on my new phone.

Anyway, I've got to go. I'll post soon, maybe tomorrow and update about Emmie's condition. I feel really sad, posting a whole entry to my Emmie, but she's sick, and she needs the air play (Or whatever the internet version would be) (Air play is the wrong word entirely, isn't it?). Oh well.

Goodbye, take care, love Donna xxx

Piazza Cavour, What's my Life For?

Well hello.

Donna's in a good mood today, I dunno why, it's just been a good day.

I did finish the first layer of my art, so I guess that's good. I have some photos I'm going to put on here, a step by step, so far type thingy. So here goes.
This is the first image I have. It's right after I'd finished drawing it. This took me a day (Monday, 5 hours) and a couple minutes the next day to draw a quick line. I know, it's smudgy and messy, but it'll look better, and I'm repainting the wall around it, so alls well that ends well, or something.

And here we are, half way done with the flower painting. You can't really see where it's going here, I don't think. It just looks really weird, and I was really apprehensive, because I thought it was going to end up looking really shitty. This picture shows all the work that I'd done on Tuesday, during 3 frees.

And here it is, a finished flower! Tee was painting random green squares round the outside, just ignore them for the moment. It's starting to take shape, but it still has a long way to go. This photo was taken at the end of Wednesday. 4 hours of work done, here.


Here we've added a little more green in. We kept stepping back and going;
'We should so just leave it like this, it looks really weirdly cool!'
I'm liking it at this point, it's looking strange. This photo was taken today after we'd been working for 2 hours, I think.


This picture was taken at the end of 4th lesson. 4 hours work we did today, and it's worth it, because all the base green is on! whoot! And it looks like it's making sense so far, but knowing me, when I start working on the second layer, it'll just totally fuck up.


I obviously didn't do all this work on my own, so I'd like to thank the following people for their contributions.
Tee, for helping out today and yesterday.
Rachel, for helping a bit, and being a pain in the arse, which she does VERY well!
Catherine for her contribution before a lesson and for sitting out in the corridor with me yesterday.
Charlotte, for holding Catherine's coat and bag :p
Robyn, who's helped alot, and kept me company.
George, for helping a bit, and keeping me reasonably sane.
And last but not least, Tom, who actually helped a whole heap, drawing and painting, after saying he had no idea how to draw, and getting it right when I got it wrong.

If I've forgotten anyone, well that's due to the paint fumes and being isolated in a corner for 4 days. I'm sorry, and thanks for the help.

As I said, it's got a long way to go yet. Another 4 or so layers. It's in the style of Chuck Close.

http://homepage.mac.com/erlin1/iblog/C831409140/E20050724144734/Media/Picture%209.png

His work is weird. I've got a book, which I really should read. I just seem to look at the pictures. I get distracted by the bright colours. But inside each square are other shapes, like triangles and circles. It's a messy technique, and alot of his pictures make no sense, following no structure with the colours or anything.

So I'm totally winging it.

We've got tomorrow off school! Yay! Much sleep, me thinks. Much sleep and little of anything else, though I may watch a film in bed and just be utterly lazy. Because that's what non-pupil days are made for.

Anyway, that's all from me. I hope you enjoyed this special picture edition of the "Donna Is Great" blog, and I hope you come back soon!

xXx I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine xXx

Look, it's sobek! She's got very big. She's proably looking for food here. Bless her. This was taken yesterday, I think. She was strutting around my room like a peacock or something.

She hasn't eaten live crickets in a while. The cold weather kills them off, and the ones that survive tend to be very weak and puny. Sobek doesn't like dead crickets much, so She's been eating mostly kale, and the odd live one i can salvage from a wreckage of deadies.

I got my amazon stuff today. I ordered 2 dvds and a book (of Chuck close for art). The DVD's I got were Creep, which I just watched and found quite strange. Unremarkable. I can't decide whether I like it or not, though I'm leaning towards the latter, and Shallow Grave, which I know I like. A Danny Boyle with Ewan McG and Chris Eccleston. Two very cool actors.

Yeah, the book is a Chuck Close one, for art, which I think I'll need because I'm doing this big art piece on the wall now. Bah, humbug! It's not going to be fun. Roughly 2 months fucking about, drawing on a wall in a vurtually deserted hallway. I'm going to be so LONELY!

And I start on Monday. Crud. I'm doing an orchid, whch is bluey/purple and yellow, in Chuck Close's style, with the grid and the weird colours and such. It'll probably be acrylics, too, which I'm terrible with, but it'll be all griddy, so it can't be that hard, surely?

And I just took a test. I may be the next Hitler. Watch it, people. I spare nobody, except people I like, who, of course, will be spared so they can come and sit with me in the corridor whilst I draw tiny little squares on a wall. Whoot.

So I'm home alone tonight. I'm going to go and eat whipped cream and draw on the walls with Marker pen.

I just deleted a good portion of this post, which is retarded and crap. Second time in a row. Now Donna is not pleased.

So I'm going to go now.

xXx Love Donna xXx (Chavin' it up, biatch)

P.s. "You mean it aint me noggin', it''s me peepers. Well that's just lover-ly." Bart Simpson, 10th March 2006, Channel 4, 18.02 Pm.

Oh bugger!

I just deleted the last post. I closed the page before I even bothered saving it. Well that was clever, IDIOT!

Anyway, I remember roughly what it said, so let's see if I can recreate it.

Today is game day. I was looking to play with my lego, but out of the magical corner of my eye, I saw my gameboy colour! A terribly grand contraption that I haven't seen for blooming ages! So I switches it on and, what do you know, the battery's are dead. So I took the only remaining battery we have and stole another from the Gameboy advance, which i found a few mere seconds after I found my colour.

So this morning i've been playing pokemon yellow, as that's the game that was in it at the time. I think I know why I stopped playing, though. I was building up the pokemon to defeat the elite four. You know how tedious that gets? And also I used the masterball to catch the fire bird (Name begins with M I think, can't remember it, though), the one you get in the cave on your way to the elite four. I guess that's where I was building them up last, but I hate the caves! Too many Diglet's, Golbat's and Geodudes!

So yeah, I used the masterball, which means I can't catch mewtwo in the end cave thingy that you go in after you defeat the elite four. So bum! I might as well reset that game.

What do the nuggets do on yellow anyway?

Terrible game, really, but stupidly addictive, and even whilst I sit here, I kind of can't wait to go downstairs and start a new game all over again! Working with my level 5 Pikachu!

Anyway. On Friday I did two psychology essays, but I've only managed to print one off cos my printer fucked up and is now beeping and flashing its gay orange lights at me. so Sally will be happy to get one, and I'll try to print the other one off for Tuesday, and maybe even write the third one for then, too, even thought we haven't actually been given a hand in date for it, yet.

I was going to do more work yesterday, but I wasn't home, so moobs.

And today I can't be bothered. There's an all day marathon of Mythbusters on, I'm taking a little time out now because it's the Shark attack episode, which I've seen a thousand times, and I hate Jaws anyway.
But it's on until 5 tonight on Discovery. I've not watched that much tv in any one week, let alone one day, and I'm exccited about it!

God I feel so lazy!

And on top of everything, I have to start thinking about the gay prom which I've been told I have to go to! Why? I don't want to go! I don't like dresses and I don't like popular music, I doubt I'll be able to eat, because vegetarian options are usually Lasagne, which is disgusting, and so my evening will comprise of much alcohol, which means a last day with the worst hangover, ever. Great. Sounds like fun. And I feel like the only person that isn't looking forward to it. Rachel and Robyn are all like 'Yay, Prom, we get to dress up la la la.'
Tramps! Everywhere!
And it's all so expencive. £40 for an evening that is meerly a rip off of an American tradition. I mean, I hate it when American's wrip off good films, it's dreadful. But at least they rip off GOOD films. What do we steal from america? McDonalds, Pizza Hut, Domino's, Their worst music (including the likes of Green day, which is a rip off of English punk, and we, subsequently, rip them off back. Why don't we rip off good ol' fashioned English punk? Cos we're lazy!) and their proms. Bah humbug! We take all their crap stuff, and they take all our (and Asia, can't forget Asia) good things! Drat!

Also, I saw Tony Blair on Parkinson last night. That man is alright. He's got alot of respect due, seriously.

Anyay. I'm off to watch Mythbusters and play pokemon whilst I wind down from my uptight rant about crappy America and even crappier England. And hopefully I'll save this damn post this time.

Goodbye, much love.

Donna xxx

My Poor Pregnant Thumb and the Troubles It's Faced

John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how attractive and shapely the housekeeper was. Over the course of the evening, she started to wonder if there was more between John and the housekeeper than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, my relationship with my housekeeper is purely professional."
About a week later, the housekeeper came to John and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote:
"Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner."
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which said "Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with your housekeeper, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with your housekeeper. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom"

There was this fat man who wanted to lose some weight, so he went to a weight loss clinic and asked about their deals. The clinic told him that they had three deals. The first one cost $100, the second one $200 and the third one cost $500. Since this man was quite desperate to lose weight, he ordered the first deal and gave them $100.
The clinic had the man swim around in a pool. After the man got out, he then proceeded to the sauna. Where, as he was waiting, a naked lady entered the sauna. Around her head was a sign that said, "If you catch me you can have sex with me!" Seeing this, the man raced around the sauna in an attempt to catch her. However, much to his dismay, the time expired (to catch her) and he went home disheartened. However, he was quite elated after noticing he lost 10 pounds. So he went back to the weight loss clinic and asked for their $200 deal. The clinic happily obliged and had him swim around in the pool, get out and proceed to the sauna. After waiting several minutes, an extremely gorgeous naked lady, even more beautiful than before, entered. Again, this lady had a sign tied around her head reading, "If you catch me you can have sex with me." Of course as the fat man saw this he instantly got up and chased her with a passion. Unfortunately, the girl was much to swift for him and he was unable to catch her before the time expired. Again, he went home disheartened but again, was delighted to discover he had lost 20 pounds. Of course by this time, he was so satisfied with the clinic's weight loss program, that he ran back and requested the $500 deal.
Again the clinic happily obliged and had him swim around the same pool, and after swimming for some time, he proceeded to the sauna. Upon waiting for several minutes in the sauna, he was expecting Ms. Gorgeous U.S.A. to walk in any minute as the two before had. Instead, in walked a gorilla who had a sign on him that said, "If I catch you, I get to have sex with you!"

Bill's all excited about his new rifle. So, he goes bear hunting in Alaska. The first bear he sees is a little brown bear, and he kills it with his first shot. There is a tap on his shoulder, and he turns around to see a big black bear.
The black bear says "You've got 2 choices. One, I maul you to death or Two, we have sex." Bill bends over for the bear.
He's sore for 2 days, but he recovers and vows revenge. Bill heads out on another trip to Alaska and he finds the black bear and kills him. At that moment there is a tap on his shoulder. A huge grizzly is standing right behind him. The grizzly says, "That was a big mistake. You've got 2 choices, Either I maul you to death or we have sex." Bill bends over.
He survives, but he's really hurting and takes quite a bit of time to recover. He's outraged. Sure enough, he heads back to Alaska and finds the grizzly and shoots him at point blank range. There's a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to find an enormous polar bear, and the polar bear says, "You don't really come here for the hunting, do you?"

Jokes are GREAT!