Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

Something dreadful has happened! Ok, so it's not dreadful, but it's pretty life changing. No, I'm not dead, incase you were wondering.

For some unknown reason, all of a sudden, Windows stopped working. It just stopped. I kept getting this message, something like 'Windows hates your guts and has decided that it shall not run for you anymore', and so I was like, bugger. No, really the message was something about activating Windows via Microsoft (or Microsoft via Windows). Which is all fine, except when I would push OK, it would just lead me to a blank screen and do absolutely fuck-bastard nothing.

So today I was informed that the only was to make everything better is to start again. So I started again. I reset windows back to it's 'purchase state' and have spent the rest of the day downloading stuff like AVG and Adaware and bollocks like that. Oh, and downloading the missing component which actually makes uninstalling Norton POSSIBLE.

My only major problems now are;
1. All my music is gone. My 40gb of music is GONE! I haven't installed iTunes again yet, mainly because I despise it, but also because my CD collection is way too daunting.
2. All of my photos are gone. I mean, I didn't have anything that brilliantly special, but at the same time, I did. I had certain memories from school days gone awry. School days that aren't here anymore, because school finished like, two weeks ago. Boo! Hiss! Bugger!
3. All my poems are gone! Robyn has a copy, but I think she's the only one. I may have a half copy in my room somewhere, but that's not a promise. Also, with my poems have gone my few short stories that I wrote. A couple I put up on DA, same as a couple poems, but not all of them. Not enough.

I think they're the only things that were really important to me that I lost. I lost all my school work, which is really annoying, but not critical, that is as long as Mr. Wadwell doesn't lose my contextual stuff again. Which I doubt, I've already had to take one trip into school to give it to him. I did have a load of revision notes, but their not irreplaceable, and I've got ages until my exam anyway.

So yeah, I'm a little bit annoyed by this. I mean, apparently it was going to happen anyway. I left a message on a Microsoft forum and someone replied telling me to start it in safe mode, because obviously I hadn't tried that already *rolls eyes*, Jesus christ.

In more positive news, I have a four pack of KitKat chunky's with peanut butter. Oh, and Robyn's second prom was wicked. Rachel got very sick (all over Robyn's sofa) and had to leave early, and Robyn told me (whilst drunk) that she was going to hospital. This was my train of thought after being told this news.
"Haha, Rachel's going to hospital! It would be so funny if she died. No, Donna. No. It wouldn't be funny if she died. Oh my God, Rachel's dead!"
And then I started crying, but it was weak and feeble crying because after I'd started, I forgot why I was upset and just sort of stopped, whilst Robyn was trying to tell me that Rachel would be fine. Then I ate some bread.

I blame the drink Rachel made. She made one for me, then one for her. It's a Southern States, and when made properly can leave you headbanging 'til the early hours, but when made Rachel's way... well. It should have a shot of Jack Daniels, a shot of Jim Beam, a shot of Southern comfort, then be topped up with orange juice (at least 3 shots worth). It's safe to say Rachel put two-three shots of each alcohol in there, then put a good 1/5 of a shot of orange juice in. Now, I can't take my alcohol as well as I could do, and apparently neither can Rachel. Let's just say, I made it to the toilet (with a little of Tom's help) before I threw up.

And no, I don't drink to get to that stage. I'd had some wine before the devilish cocktail, and had every intension of stopping until Rachel handed me a glass and told me to drink. And no, I'm not stupid, I could taste that it was practically pure alcohol. I don't know why I drank it, because I didn't go there to get drunk. I wanted a little wine, and that to be all. But hey, the food was good, the drinks were flowing, so why not?

Paul leant me some books the other week. An Alex Garland book called The Tesseract. I've read two others of his books, The Beach and Coma (both were good, and The Beach the movie was good too, but I'm possibly the only person in the world that thinks that), apparently The Tesseract isn't as good as The Beach, and I liked Coma because it had illustrations. Also he leant me Powder by Kevin Sampson, that one, Paul says, I will enjoy, so fingers crossed. I'm just finishing a book on celtic mythology at the moment. Exciting, huh?

So yeah, I'm gonna go now. I've had my rant about my computer, and I've chatted about books. What more can one entry ask for, eh? And I need to order a Next Directory from their website before I forget.

TTFN

Love Donna
xxx

Na Na Na Na Naaaa

Hello!

I'm in a seriously weirdly hypercative mood and I don't know where it's come from.

Oooh, guess what? I had a weird dream last night. Rachel and I were wereleopards (go lycanthropy!) and we were saving the world from an evil wererat. That's quite strange. It was set at school and we were sort of strutting around as half leopard/half man people solving mysteries. I should write a book. What's that you say? I've written a book? You're correct, I have.

Oooh, and on a lighter note, I found my rhyming short story contents page, so I can start writing my 'The Dangers Of...' series, and when I say start, I mean finish, because obviously I've written some already. and I found one t'other day, and I thought, heh, what was I thinking? That's DREADFUL. It wasn't even FUNNY! What are short stories when they aren't humorous? Crap, that's what.

So yeah, schools finished now, and I started off this week really good, I was very busy, had loads to do, and then slowly I got lazier and spent most of yesterday in bed reading my book. I'm reading two books at the moment. A Phillipa Gregory called Virgin Earth which is Rachel's Mums and I should return it, really. And I'm also reading The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot which I started a while ago, but put it down because we went on holiday, then I never picked it up again. I know what you're thinking, that's too smart a book for me to read, the girl who likes to read simple fiction like 'When Bobby Learned the Alphabet'* and 'How Cats got their Tails'* but it's interesting, and it's got some psychologically type stuff in it, and for those of you who don't know, I did psychology, so I'm not a total dunce.

I really can't get this dream out of my mind. I should write a book about lycanthropy and saving the world. Because, obviously, the police won't mind magical, mystical, folklorish creatures doing their jobs and getting their praise. Or maybe it could be that they hate the Werecreatures and are out to get them, too. So not only do these wonderous Wereleopards have to save the world whilst falling in love with Werefoxes (they've got the coolest tails!) they're on the run from the police and have to live underground. Oooh, I could include some Faeries and Pixies and Werebutterflies. Oh, and obviously I'd have to include Werewolves in there somewhere (the least cool of all lycanthropes) and obviously the book would be accompanied by amazing pictures. Oh, and their has to be lots of evil Weretigers and Wererats because they're the only ones that would look really cool decked out with HUGE Machete's and Uzi's. And their human forms would have to be likeable characters. Like Mel B and PJ Harvey, except I'm pretty sure good ol' PJ wouldn't like Mel B very much. She's not very rock n roll, is she?

I'm going to shut up now.

So yeah, I'm thinking that might be just about enough of my mumbles of crap. I'll update again soooooooon.

Love Donna.
xxx

* These books are a work of fiction. I have invented the titles randomly from the top of my head. If they are already publish, then bugger, but if they aren't they are copyright to ME. I should write Childrens books. I mean, books suitable for five year olds, not written in the style of a five year old.

Trumpet - Strumpet - Pump it!

Whoot. So yesterday was our prom. Yeah, I know, finally.

It was quite a random affair (well... Not really). It all started on Wednesday, really, when I had my hair cut and coloured lots of magical colours. It looked pretty cool, if I do say so myself, the only thing is that it is a good 3 1/2 inches shorter than it was, if not a tad more.

SO then on Thursday, at roughly 4.30 I hovered over to Rachel's house for our make-up lady thing. She did my make up first. It was pink! I know! Pink! And I wore hardly any eye liner. I know! How unlike me!

Then Robyn had hers done, then Rachel. Then we all got dressed up! Hardcore! I had a weird dress. It was like, stripes of materials and stuff. I dunno. I looked sexeh, though. Rachel had a black 'bondage' dress (according to Robyn) and Robyn wore her really lovely christmas feast dress.

We had a turquoise-blueish Rolls Royce. It looked cool with our dresses. So then we drove to the Fennes. It was about 30 minutes or so, maybe 45 I don't remember hugely.

Then we were there. Everyone was dressed really cool. Very smart. The place looked really nice. The grounds were very pretty, and so was the building itself. We had our photos taken (Rachel, Robyn and I had one together) by a professional photographer. He took two photos, but we only got one back :( It's a shame, I was blowing kisses in the other picture. I think I did that alot.

The food was a bit... shite. The started Rachel and I asked for (Ceaser salad without chicken... i.e. salad) was apparently impossible to do, even though we were told it'd be fine. So we ended up being given the melon :( which we had to wait an age for. And then the mains. We asked if there was an alternative to pasta, but were told that there probably wasn't. But there was! It was like ratatouille on puff pastry. I have to be in the mood for pastry, and unfortunately I wasn't in the mood for it, but it was quite pleasant. It came with potatoes which were really really good, but the other vegetables on the side were practically cold (as was the pastry thing). Then the pud was profiteroles (sp?). I'm not a huge fan of them, really, and as I said I wasn't in the mood for pastry. There was only three. And then like, a plop of cream in the middle, i suppose to bulk it out. Tom ate three plates of them. I had one, but I only really ate it because I was hungry.

Then we danced the night away to such classics as Grease Lightning, I've Had The Time Of My Life, and American Idiot... Yeah, you get my sarcasm.

Then it was home time at 12ish. We got to Robyn's and opened a bottle of champagne and ate some random food that we found in the cupboards (a weird raspberry, low-fat cakey bar thing) and drank bucks-fizz! I hate champagne. Tastes like cat piss... because we all know what that tastes like.

And today we had our leavers assembly. It wasn't that exciting, really. Just the usual 'Good luck with your future' speeches, which are a bit... blah.

And we went shopping today. I bought The Cult - The Singles 1984 - 1995. I've got two of The Cult's albums. Cool band.

When I got home I found out that all my little kitties had missed me, especially Emmie, who's been clinging to me so much since her operation. She ignored me for about 5 minutes, then she decided she wasn't getting any love that way, and came down as if to say 'Where were you? Did you not know that I was here? Did you forget to take me out with you?' Bless.

Oh, t'other day I spilt nail varnish on my keyboard. She is not happy! I tried to remove it, but it really failed miserably. I mean, it doesn't not work, it just looks messy. So I may get a new one, even though this one is only a couple months old.

Also, when I get my phone to upload the pictures from the prom, I'll post them here. Also, I'll scan our professional one, because it's quite nice, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, I'm knackered. I got three hours sleep last night, so I'll sleep damn well tonight, no doubt.

Speak to you soon, lovies!

Donna
xxx

I want it all or nothing at all!

I'm so obsessed with O-Town. They're so DAMN cool.

So today we went t'pub. I had a large glass of wine and two rum and cokes. The bar lady's measurements are huge, so it was a strong rum and coke. We also had jacket potato skins and chocolate pudding (which tom and I shared) with custard!

I handed in my creative problem unit for art today. I'm just typing up my contextual part, which Wadders said he wanted by Thursday at the latest, but I'm giong to try for tomorrow.

I'm dead sleepy now, thanks to t'alcomahol. Tom was drunk... I'm joking. He only had one drink.

speaking of tom, he came over this afternoon and was playing with my cotton wool balls (not like, balls of cotton wool, but my cottony, wooly balls) and this is what he did...

Yes, I know. But it's quite funny, really,. isn't it?

Anyway, I'm off now to watch my new O-Town video for All Or Nothing where the guy who gets really into it in Liquid Dreams takes a back seat, but sings the last two lines of the second verse where it says something about Show and Tell.

Bye bye
xxx