Smell My Fingers

Thunderbirds are Ho… Mo

2006-08-09T22:12:00.000+01:00

Hello! I know, it’s been a while, eh? That’s because… I’ve been on holiday (or something), road trippin’ it around the UK. I know, mad, huh? Here’s my holiday diary. I promise it won’t be boring and/or tedious, and/or too long.

Wednesday 26th of July

Set off from Chelmsford! We stopped off in Bath for lunch (I don’t remember where, though, sorry). But we reached our final destination at about 4pm. Caerphilly, Wales. We stayed in a scraggly 2 star bugger of a hotel. The lady who owned it was being turfed out in six weeks or something, so she had stopped caring and stuff. It was alright, though, I guess. A room. Except we were right at the front, on the main road. Every time a car went past, our door shook. But the woman who owned it was pleasant. She was very fake tanny (or tanned?) and was this odd shade of ochre. Mmm. Doesn’t matter much, though. We were only there for a night. And we went out for dinner in the pub (The Friendly Fox, I think. It was shit, but the name suggested it’d be fun). And afterwards Tom an I went for a walk around Caerphilly. We say the Castle, which was actually amazingly beautiful. It was about 10.30 pm or something and it was all lit up with spotlights. I’ll try and upload a picture at a later date. Then we walked around this Welsh chav estate. That was fun. Tom got all scared and stuff, it was like, these people aren’t going to hurt you! 8-)

Thursday 27th of July

Set off to Betws-Y-Coed, Wales. We stayed in a three star guest house place, which was alright. This place wasn’t anything special, really. A bit dull, but the guest house was nice. We were right at the top of the place, on the top floor. And we plays Super Mario on the SNES here.

Friday 28th of July

Off to Keswick, in the Lake District. We stayed here for two nights. The hotel was four star. Quite posh. They had Mint Imperials in a bowl on reception. It’s safe to say we demolished a few bowls of them. It was pleasant here, really. We were near to the town, so we walked into town for dinner and such. And the second day we went to town to go shopping. It was nice. Quite small and touristy. Tom wasn’t pleased because, I guess, he goes on holiday to go to all the shops he can go to in Chelmsford or Bluewater. But I liked it. It wasn’t Chelmsford or Bluewater. It was nice.

Sunday 30th of July

Glasgow here we… came. For three nights. I really, really liked Glasgow. It was, essentially, just a bigger version of Chelmsford. A couple more Starbucks, basically, which is fin by me. And it had an underground system, which was handy. And they had a special Indie electro-pop club night on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which is right up my street, except when we went there they were playing fucking Razorshite and they’re new barf ‘In the Morning’ (essentially old barf, now. I think their new barf is ‘America’, which is still barf. In fact, their album is barf, except for two tracks. What a let down after Up all night). But yeah. I loved it here. Tom seemed to as well, mainly because he could go shopping in practically the exact same shops he can in Chelmsford, or Bluewater, or London. Because that’s what we travelled all that distance for… But I’m so sure now that I’d love to move there. It was like, perfect for me. And the accent is the fucking nads. The hotel was cool, too. They had mints, but they weren’t imperial. However, we ate a reasonable amount of them. I bought a bear here, from the Rangers (football club) shop. It’s blue! We named it Barry ‘Scott’ Ferguson after Barry Scott (Cilit Bang!) and Barry Ferguson (Rangers player), who I believe could possibly be the same person.

Wednesday 2nd of August

Off to the Loch Ness. We stayed at the bottom of the Loch, which was cool. The day after we arrived (the next day…) we went for a boat trip up the Loch, which was alright, except it was cold. And then we drove up to this castle that’s on the Loch, but this bored me. I’m not a castle fan. The only castle I seem to have ever found acceptable was this one in Caerphilly. But this one was just ruins, and it was quite boring. I bought a quill, though. I used to have a quill, but it broke, so I’ve now replaced it with a pink one. And I bought a pot of ink. I don’t plan to write a novel with it or anything, but it’s handy to have ink with a quill, surely. I also bought a bear who’s wearing a kilt, with a little sporran. I call him Scottie. I know, how original 8-).

Friday 4th of August

Set off to Edinburgh. The hotel we stayed in was my favourite. It deserved to be more than the three stars it was. It was fantastic. The place itself I guess was pretty average, but the people who owned it were lovely, and it was so homely, which is probably quite hard to do as it was practically a mansion. Edinburgh town was alright. It was like London, but without the underground system, so it was a bit confusing to get around. But they had quite a pleasant Italian buffet place which made very nice sage carrots and courgettes. Fucking vegetarian that I am, I couldn’t eat the spag bol. I didn’t have any pasta, actually, as I’m not a huge fan, but I love spaghetti, but they didn’t have anything I could eat, or that I liked. You know me, I’m fussy.

Sunday 5th of August

We set off to Hartlepool. I know. How random. It was really odd there, actually. It was a bit like a deserted seaside town. I thought it’d be inland, so I was a bit disappointed when I saw the sea (I generally hate seaside towns, except Brighton, obviously). And I also imagined it’d be busier. I know it was a Sunday, but it was still pretty grim. The restaurant we ate in was alright, though. I had mushrooms stuffed with stilton and apple. Nice. And apple crumble and custard for dessert. Mmm. My favourite.

Monday 6th of August.

We set off the Skegness. Butlins, Skegness, none the less. Tom wasn’t pleased about going to Butlins. Neither was Nan. I was excited though. I mean, if we’re going to go to some shite hole like Skegness, why not do something novel with the day and spend the time at Butlins. There were so many chavs. It was quite amusing. It kind of says something about the concordance rates between lower middle class England and chavs/hooligans. But it was cool. Obviously it was cheap and quite shitty, but it was cool. I had fun, laughing at the chavs. I’m not saying it’s right to laugh at chavs, because it’s not. But I mean, typical chavs, with their… chaviness. It’s hard not to, really. Just as I’m sure they laugh at ‘alternative people’.

Tuesday 7th of August

HOME!

So that was our trip to Scotland. It was cool. As I said, I loved Glasgow, and I’ll go back there for another holiday, if not to live their for a while. I’m actually really knackered still, even though I slept so well last night, back in my own bed. I just need some more relaxing time. It’s Nan’s birthday tomorrow, so tomorrow morning I’m going to go off to Tescos to buy some flowers and a card. And I’m cooking dinner tomorrow night, too.

So yeah, that’s all I can really say. Goodnight, god bless, peace out.

xxx

Dastardly Dictatorships

2006-07-11T15:21:00.000+01:00

Oh my gosh!

So hello. I've been desperate to write this entry for a couple days now, since I read a certain article, but everytime I got the chance I'd be called away.

So yeah, my favourite director, you know the guy, Chris Cunningham, genius behind such video's as Aphex Twin's Windowlicker and Come To Daddy, Squarepusher's Come On My Selector, Leftfield's Afrika Shox, Bjork's All is Full Of Love, amognst others, has a nw fucken video!

The previously mentioned article I'm talking about is the teeny weeny piece on NME's News page of the 8th July issue which states the new video, for The Horrors - Sheena Is A Parasite, has been deemed unsuitable for TV. ALthough, on a slightly funnier side, Chris apparently came down with a bit of an illness after working with rotting squid for the video.

Starring in the video is Samantha Morton (Minority Report) and the still from the magazine is quite strangely similar to the good ol' Rubber Johnny stills from the book. No surprises there then, I'm pretty sure that Rubber Johnny was done with similar dead meat items.

There are, luckily, a number of places on t'internet to get a hold of the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZMrwZItOGE

Good ol' YouTube. The song's quite good. And I'm glad it's on t'internet.

In lighter news, we have family staying. They came from America (you know the one) and are here until Thursday. I hear we're going t'pub in a bit. It's a shite hole pub, our local, but I guess it'll do. I was bought a t-shirt. Miami Heat. NBA shirt. How class.

Goodbye. xxx

Tom Fancies Roque Santa Cruz Giggles

2006-07-04T21:15:00.000+01:00

Well I was mid-post writing for this wondrous blogspot t’other day and my whole entire computer just decided to turn off, so I’ve decided, as a precaution, to write up my entries on Microsoft Word, so if my computer decides to do it again I’ll have a time saved version as back up, because Microsoft does that generally wondrous time save thing which I wish a few other programs would do.

Anyway. Hello, my name is Donna. I’m a world famous athlete and mother of seven children. I am currently eating a platter of lobster with my toes because, obvious, I’m typing and rearing half Persian monkeys with my hands. I’m a very busy worker.

*giggles* Ruckus over at the Mother and Baby home opposite us is taking place right now. Some man just screamed from the front garden at the mother of his child who threw something out the window at him. Crazy. There’s always fights over there in the summer. I love being so close to chavs in a way that allows me to monitor them for personal gain.

On another note, it’s quite warm out. My Weather Watcher program on my pc says that Chelmsford is currently a sunny 23 degrees. I’d have to disagree and say it was closer to 28, but in actual fact I’m quite cool. It’s strange. Normally I hate the summer and will do anything to avoid it’s dark and mysterious ways, but this year I’m all for it, baby.

In local news, Muffin was rushed to hospital last week for an emergency fingerectomy. No, I have no idea what I’ve been taking, but it’s good stuff. Want some? Anyway, part of that was true. Muffin (my cat) was taken to the vet last week for her grumbly belly. It seriously sounds like she’s trying to digest a steel moose. Not pleasant. And it vibrates the bed, which is most undesirable, honest.

So she’s on pills at the moment. Test came back and said she had a possible infection, but her grumbles haven’t got much better and she’s halfway through the dose. I’m glad I don’t have to give her that probiotic stuff anymore. It looked like cement, was gritty and smelt like shite. I’m not surprised she spat it out all over my floor, although my lack of surprise doesn’t make up for my *opposite of lack* disgust.

On a lighter note, my hair looks FUCKEN FANTASTIC today. No fucken joke. I don’t know how I did it, but it looks so amazing. It’s just one of those days. Shame I’m stuck inside with hayfever. I can barely breathe when I wake up in the morning, and it just gets progressively worse throughout the day, more so if I’m outside though. And then by about 6pm it’s all gone and I’m breathing like a trooper again. That is, of course, if troopers breath well. I don’t know. Maybe they troop so much that they become out of breath, in which case I don’t breathe like a trooper, I breathe more like an otter.

Here is a little list of the music that has been keeping me going the past couple weeks

Cibelle – London, London (Ft. Devendra Banhart) – I fucken love that Devendra. He’s a fucken class act. This track is just so amazing. And if you get the chance, check out the video. He dances in a top hat and tails. It’s amazing. I love his hair.
The Automatic – Monster – I’m really liking the Automatic. Raoul was like fucking magic from the second I heard it, and Monster was the same.
Muse – Supermassive Black Hole – I cannot believe I’m back into Muse. After ages of not listening because they were so overplayed and I was so bored of them. But this track is magic, as is Map of the Problematique from their new album. Score, Muse, seriously.
Justice vs. Simian – We Are Your Friends – Do not do a Tom and name it Simian – We Are Your Friends (Vs. Justice) because it looks revolting and is not what’s it’s fucken called. It is a good track, though. Loved it from the second I heard it. The video makes me laugh because it reminds me of having a hangover.
The Boy Least Likely To – Hugging My Grudge/Fur soft As Fur – Two amazing tracks from their album “the Best Party Ever”, and I know they’re like, last years news, but I find their songs magical and I just want to love them for years to come.
Brakes – All Night Disco Party (FC Kahuna Remix) – I love this song, the accents make me cry. It’s such a classy little ditty. Mainly because with them it’s just a ‘Non-stop uber rockin’ disco party!’ The album is good, too.
The Libertines – Campaign of Hate – Such a ferociously class track. Lyrics are sound.
Dirty Pretty Things – Deadwood – Nuff said

I’ve been listening to a huge excess of R.E.M. and Björk as of late. It’s been ages since I’ve listened to so much R.E.M. but I’m back in love with old Stipey.

Things I’m excited about for the near future? Incubus’s new album out later this year! Justin Timberlake, too. Going to see Pirates of the Caribbean with Rachel, sister of Rachel and anonymous others. Surprise party for George. Holiday to Scotland (some holiday! However, it is fucken Scotland). Exam results (either 17th or 18th of August). Henna! Sometimes I wish it was a little more permanent than, like, 10 days. Tom promised we could go to V in ’07. Camping, too. There’s still tickets for Chelmsford but he’s too ‘poor’ to go. Lazy bastard. It’s only £120. He’d earn £140 between now and then working! That’s like, £20 to spend in Scotland. Cheap bastard. Butters cheap bastard.

My printer’s making weird noises. I don’t get it. It’s been broken for ages and today it’s making noises at me.

Anyway, I shall be off. Update soon, luvvies!

Donna xxx

Lily Allen makes AVERAGE music.

2006-06-14T16:22:00.000+01:00

I was quite unimpressed when I read Lily Allen's MySpace blog entry. I understand that everyone is allowed an opinion, and maybe Carl Barat wasn't being too overly enthused about meeting her, but in all fairness, i don't think I'd be.

"Carl Barat is obviously convinced he is God or something ,though the other two guys ( who werent in the Libertines) seemed alright . Carl didn't make eye contact with anyone , not that I could see anyway ( and they have ORGANIC sliced bread on the rider ) . Klaxons were the only people who were likeable and there music is actually something to write home about , unlike the other two . Boys your regurgitated indie rock days are numbered so get over yourselves."

First point at hand, eh? What does organic sliced bread have to do with shit?

Secondly, who is she to criticise Carl? Some bird who's released ONE track, who's album has a grand total of 5 alright tracks, and the rest is utter gobshite? No, I'm sorry, Lily, you ain't all that.

I'll admit, since I got her album (downloaded for free, god knows I wouldn't waste my money...) I've listened a couple times. Tom kept saying about how it improves the more you listen, and at first hear, I liked two songs on it, that's now increased to five, but I can't see it getting better.

Regurgitated indie rock? The Libs made Indie a big thing. They inspired a bout of new Indie bands to come out of the woodwork (Although, some should probably crawl back in). In my humble opinion, The Libertines are fucking Gods. I don't agree with Pete's drug abuse, and whatnot, but I believe if people stopped caring about what he was doing and let him get on with it, he'd be dead within the year and nobody will have to worry anymore. Shame, it has been a waste of talent.

Anyway, enough of Lily.

I've got a fuckin' psychology exam in a weeks time. I've got loads of revision left to do, but I did quite a bit today. Schizophrenia. My best topic this term. I love the Dopamine Hypothesis. Fuckin' turns me on.

Oh, and if you care, Tom's got a little side project at the moment. He's become a singer (Albeit, a bit of a shite one)

www.myspace.com/thomfuller

He wrote a song about me, but in all fairness I've gone off it rapidly as it's sung to Lily Allen's backing track to Smile. She just keeps coming back to haunt me... but give it a listen. My plays are curently in the lead. And it's a song about my 'love' for O-Town. Of course, it's less of a love, more of a obsession. I feel a little twattish now for slating Lily, and then admitting I'm an O-Town obsessive. Of course, though, I realise O-Town suck. They're just so shit that they are fun. And watching them dance is like... agonisingly funny.

But lily sucks.

Carl quite blatantly just oozes talent and charisma and gorgeousness.

I've had enough. I'm going to go listen to the Libs.

xxx

'Cos you see I'm on a losing streak, I can't get no, no no no.

2006-06-04T11:39:00.000+01:00

Well hello there. I do hope this entry won't be as depressing as the last (I lie, it's only really depressing for ME, as it was my stupid computer).

So my PC is running, at least. And I'm slowly getting my music back. I had 7000 and something songs on iTunes, and now I have 2536, with about 10 CD's left to go. So I'm getting there. And Tom let me steal about 50% of his stremload inbox, so I've got some stuff from there to go on, too. It's mainly singles and stuff (Some Infernal, a little Chicane, Razorlight, shite like that) and a couple of albums (Sufjan's newie, Fatboy's greatest hits, ¡Forward, Russia!, that sort of thing) but I still have all my rarer music which is difficult to get hold of, and too expensive to actually buy :O

Speaking of expensive, The Pillow Book on dvd from amazon :O:O! £24.99 used and new. I mean, used and new! £24.99. And apparently it doesn't look as good on DVD as it does on video. I dunno, I haven't seen the video in a long time. So I ordered it from play.com instead, £7.99. That's this weeks pocket money gone. I know, I get £30, but I spent the rest on a new pair of vans. They're brown. We went to Freeport, and Nan gave me £20 which I spent in Body Shop on Make-up. I know, dreadful, but it's sparkly make-up, and that makes it all better!

I don't like how slow my PC runs when I'm importing a CD. I can't listen to music, because it skips and jumps, so I have to use my iPod and plug it into my speakers. Even just typing is difficult, because the words are jumping. Sometimes I think technology is too much.

On a lighter note, Sobek was drinking water from a straw yesterday. Not like, sucking it, but I got some water in the straw and he drank it from the bottom. How cute! He can't sit on my face anymore. That moment has passed. He's the size of a Range Rover now. That'd hurt. And I just realised I typed He. He's a girl! She. I meant she. I'd go back and change it, but I'm importing a CD!

You know what is a pain? I can't use my printer! The stupid software is missing, so I'm screwed, really. Stupid HP. Why didn't they give me 2 CD's? I mean, it is me. I do lose everything. Which reminds me, I lost one of my earring yesterday, I should look for that...

Hmm, ok, I'm gonna go now. I really need to find that earring. It's a pearly one. And I don't want it closing up. I left my right helix out for like, 6 months, and now there's no hole there :( I know, 6 months is a long time, but I kept forgetting to put it back in. So now I have a chain and cuff, so it looks like it's pierced, but it's not. Sad, I know.

Anyway, bye bye

xxx

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

2006-05-28T22:13:00.000+01:00

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

2006-05-19T10:51:00.000+01:00

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!

2006-05-12T20:11:00.000+01:00

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!

2006-05-08T17:29:00.000+01:00

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

Fatboy Slim is fucking in heaven. Fucking in heaven. Fucking in heaven.

2006-04-30T16:17:00.000+01:00

Today has been a pretty uneventful day. I’ve done… nothing. Oh, and I’ve done it in my prom heels, because I need to get used to them, or some shit. They’re pink satiny things. Very posh. Very uncomfortable. Very much squeezing the living death out of my toes whilst I wonder around the house, looking for scraps of veg to feed my lizard.

Yesterday was similar, but without the heels.

George told me the other day that I HAD to see at least the first half of Date Movie, because it’s ‘funny’, and that is apparently the funniest part. I have now seen the first 35 minutes of it, and if I’d paid money to see that in the cinema, I’d have walked out and demanded it back. It was shite. Stupidly unfunny and predictable.

But I did watch something good today. Mars Attacks! It’s been a while, but I love that film.

And also I watched some old Bill Bailey stuff I had on video. I like Bill Bailey. Funny old hairy man.

‘Ok you got 48 hours to do some crime related stuff and then your ass is in a sling all right? And my ass is similarly in a catapult type devise. I’ve got the DA on my back, He’s chewing away on the back of my neck there, nibbling away at the back of my legs. He’s got the Mayor nibbling away at his ass, chewing his face of with… big chewing things. And he’s got the senator riding the back of a giant slug, and the slug’s nibbling away at the Mayor’s ass, who’s screaming out in pain, and lighting a fire under the DA’s ass, and the DA’s lighting a fire under my ass, which is great, ‘cos it’ll burn the sling away, so temporarily I’m off the hook, but after that you my friend, your ass will be put into a giant sling shot type devise and hurled into space. It’ll be like Haley’s comet orbiting the earth, you’ll see your ass once every 76 years. You get one chance of a shit every 76 years, and if you don’t take it, your whole body fills up with shit and faecal products and then shit will fly out of your eyes and you’ll die.’

See, funny!

So yeah. I’ve got to put my computer desk together tomorrow. I swore I would. It’s been sitting out in the garage in pieces for… weeks now. I don’t want Nana to do it ‘cos she’ll make a hash of it, and I do need one, ‘cos this one is wank and broken, and I need to prop the Keyboard draw thing up on my knees, because it doesn’t push in anymore.

Ha-ha, these shoes make my feet look minute! Crazy. My feet are small as it is.

I’m Listening to MC Solaar. He’s a French Rapper. Mental, eh? I like this track;
‘La Belle Et La Bad Boy’
I hate rap music, but French music always has a good beat to it, like Air, Daft Punk, KYO and Stereo Total, and this has that beat there, and it’s French, which is mental.

Morrissey is class.

I don’t know what else to say. I’ll be going now, ‘cos I’m feeling sick to me ‘ead, innit.

Bye Bye
xxx

You've got a personality, yeah, just like a bucket full of pee. How does it feel to be real, Asshole?

2006-04-22T08:19:00.000+01:00

Ok. It's 8.19 am on a Saturday. what is wrong with me? Why am I awake? More to the point, why did I wake up at 5.40? My head is killing me.

So I figured I'll come and write a little entry to pass some time before I have to go to work on my Art. And because words aren't as fun as pictures, this'll be yet another photo entry, beause I like them the best!

This is my companion for this entry, Emmie. If you click on it and get the bigger image, you can see my clock (blue cube thing) reads 8.10. Yes, 8.10 am on a Saturday morning. Emmie is a bit of a chav. She hates my music, and after this photo was taken, she turned away from me in dusgust because I turned my music back on. The last ten songs I listened to were...
1) Vietnamese Baby - New York Dolls
2) Kringle - Jack Off Jill
3) Asshole - Gene Simmons
4) Dress - PJ Harvey
5) Subject To Change - The Faith
6) Lava Twilight - InMe
7) I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance
8) Gluey Porch Treatment - The Melvins
9) Molly's Lips - The Vaselines
10) I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

I don't know why I'm not more ashamed by numbers 6, 7 and 10. Oh, and number 3. iTunes is on shuffle, and weirdly, is playing all the songs that remind me of two summers ago, playing N64 all day, listening to InMe, Atreyu and my mix CD. Maybe it's not on shuffle. Maybe it's playing my mix CD.

I'm going back to my roots!
Kirsty asked me the other day when I was going to post a picture of my tattoo. Well here it is. It's blurry, yes, but I blame that on my crappy phone camera, and it's hard to take a picture of ones collar bone perfectly without being able to see the screen. Thinking back, I could have taken it infront of a mirror, but at the time, I couldn't be bothered.

Woo! Consequence - The Butterfly Effect.
My Mix CD must be playing. This song is really good.

Oh, to add a little to the tattoo thing, it's itchy today.
This is the finished product! My art exam. 12 hours of work. It's alright, I guess. Parts of it look quite good, but others are really weak, because I was getting tired. Wadders says it's one of the best paintings he's seen from me, which I guess is good, as an exam piece, but since I don't like it, and I like some of my other works, that's a bit of a... something.

Oh God, I can't believe I ever listened to Soil and found them remotely bareable.

Woo! Atreyu!

It's Pennywise! The clown from my childhood nightmares!

I saw Steven King's It by accident when I was very young, looking for my 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' Video, and remembering it being marked with something else. This film scared the bejebus out of me. Since then, I've been afraid of clowns.
On the other hand, this was one of my favourite films when I was widdle. Nightmare before christmas (that and beetlejuice, which scared me, but I loved at the same time). I dressed up as Sally one Halloween (the halloween after the one where I dressed as Jesus :p) and the only person who knew who I was was the weird kid down the road who smelt of piss and picked his nose. Now it woudn't bother me who knew who I was, but at the time I was annoyed, because my mum spent ages on the costume. I had an illustrated book. I don't think it was pop-up, but it may have been (though maybe I'm mixing that up with my pop-up 'nights of the round table' book... somehow)
My other favourite movie of my childhood was Peter Pan (mainly because of Tink). It's such a cool film! Nobody ever feels the same, though. I understand, he's a child in tights, trying to escape capture from an elderly pirate, who lost a hand to a crocodile, and now brandishes a, rather sinister, hook. But so? He could fly! Nuff said.

in other news, I'm now going to write an excerpt from a book I'm reading. This made me laugh, especialy since the book is quite sinister and a bit... weird.

"That's a bonny tie, Iain."
"Do you like it? My Mother gave it to me before she died. "Iain," she said, "this tie was your Daddy's. Before that it was his Daddy's and his Daddy's before him. Where he got it from I'm not sure. Won it in a game of cards, likely. It's our only heirloom. Treasure it, Son." And then she passed away. Do you really like it?"
"It's a cracker. I've never seen such a smart item."
"Yours for a fiver, then."

From The Cutting Room by Louise Welsh.

As I was saying, this book is really weird. Rilke, the main character, is an auctioneer type person. He's commissioned to empty a house in a week and auction off all the goods. But in the attic he finds a little pervert lair, type thing. The man who lived there has a bookcase full of erotic fiction, and Rilke also finds some snuff porn pictures, where a girl 'dies'. Rilke feels it's his responsibility to find out who that girl is, and find out if the photos are genuine or not. It's weird, and there's some quite graphic parts in it. I mean, it's not a bad book at all. Rather good, actually. Compelling reading. Makes a change from Phillipa Gregory, who I've been reading recently. I've still got one to finish and give back to Rachel's Mum, but I want to finish this first.

Rilke's just gone to a 'friends' bookshop. Steenie. Steenie tried to kill Rilke. Wonderful. The floor of the crows nest type place where Steenie took him to (and attempted but failed to throw him down the stairs of) is littered with pages of books saying that homosexuality is wrong. There was a part about lesbians and all the words to describe them, which kind of makes you giggle a little bit. Rilke, himself, is gay.

Yeah, it's a weird book. Very sort of... sexuality orientated. There's a transvestite type person. It's set in Scotland. There's a girl with HIV. The lot. Everyone does drugs and/or is an alcoholic. It's a very busy book, and all of his friends seem to know something about the owner of the photos, which is a bit of a coincidence.

Now I'm tired, and think I may be able to get an hours sleep in before I start work on my art prep, which has to be in on Monday.

Goodbye.

Sorry for the ramblings.

Have a nice day.

xxx

I just get a bit scared, every now, I hope I made you proud

2006-04-18T17:41:00.000+01:00

Ok, I will say this once, and once only (or maybe a few more times than once) The Streets new album 'The Hardest Way to Make An Easy Living' Is fucking... good. I mean, not as good as 'A Grand Don't Come For Free' but it has some strong tracks on it, and although I liked the story idea of AGDCFF, It's very good. And it was brave to even attempt to top AGDCFF, so well done, Mike. It's class.

And also, my tattoo is gooood. It's all... black and bruised. It feels like my skin is all crispy, like it's been burnt or something. It's weird. I guess it'll peel soon. I'm pleased with it, though. And I got to watch The Office as he did it, so I shall not complain.

I finished getting all the bits for my prom dress :s I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to the prom. It's going to be... weird. I don't understand why we couldn't have our own little private party, with GOOD music and friends. Ok, fair enough, we get to sit on a table all together, all happy and whatnot, but y'know. It's so not my thing. But I guess I'[ll be happy if they play Billie Piper or Friday Hill. God, Kenzie is so HARDCORE.

Margeret Thatcher just accepted me on MySpace. I'm so PLEASED. The Queen denied, though, which makes me sad.

'The differences in language, are just the bits you got wrong, 'cos we were the ones who invented the language.'

This has so far been a bit of a shite entry. Robyn went for her interview at Colchester this afternoon. I hope it went OK. I hope she gets in. I know she really wants to. I wonder what I'm going to do after schools finished... Maybe I'll get a job. Or maybe I'll roam the streets looking for money.

Sobek's trying to climb up the side of the glass of his Viv... weird. I've got money to buy a bigger one, but I keep forgetting to ask Nan to drive up there. I think she'd like a bigger one, I can get her lots of new stuffs. Like... plants.

I feel like watching Mars Attacks tonight. But I also want to watch Goldmember because Jay put the music to it on earlier.

I bought Moulin Rouge the other day from Amazon. I also bought Takk by Sigur Ros, which is playing in the car. I liked Moulin Rouge, but I think Ewan McGregor has done better films.

Oooh. Tomorrow is the art exam. I'm not looking forward to 4 hours of silence, but I guess it has to be done. It's actually not just tomorrow, but the rest of the week. FUN! At least I know what to do, after going to see Wadders during period 5 and telling him I was still really unsure about the whole exam.

Oh well. Everything will be alright on the night, Joe.

I watched Never Mind The Buzzcocks last night. Bill Bailey is funny, as is Phil Jupitus. Sonia from Easteders was on, too. I remember a month or so ago, Kenzie was on, and he said he couldn't sing, and they all started singing Flip/Reverse. That was funny. Blazin' Squad are coo'*.They're bringing out new material in the summer. Only 4 of them left, though, so they aren't really a squad, more like a little cluster. Perhaps they should change their name to Blazin' Cluster, or Blazin' Crowd.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs just came on. My favourite song by them. No No No. They're coo'**. It's been a while since I listened to them. I'm going to buy their new album.

You know who else I like? Kylie. She's mental and brilliant, all smooshed up in one little package.

I'm dead tired. We've just had two weeks off, and I got so used to sleeping that I feel so tired and achy. Bleugh.

I really like the Popworld advert on tv with Alex Zane and Alexa (?). They jump alot. I liked popworld, Simon Amstell is fecking class, such a bastard. So funny.

Anyway. George and I had lollies shaped like eyes earlier. She cut her tongue and I cut my gum. Also, my bottom right wisdom tooth is pushing through. It's weird. they started pushing through when I was about ten, but every so often, that one just decides to shoot through. It's the only one I'm waiting for, I've got the others. It hurts.

The Opera House - Olivia Tremor Control just came on.

Ok, I'm off now. I need some sleep and relaxation.

Goodbye (Does anyone remember how to say this is German? Or Know it in any other languages?)

Love, Donna. xxx

* Billie Piper reference.
** Billie Piper reference the second

Don't hate me 'cuz you aint me

2006-04-14T18:54:00.000+01:00

AOL is being weird today. It's running slow, and Messenger keeps cutting out on me, so I give up. I'm leaving t'internet after I've written this wee post.

So tomorrow is tattoo day (I think). I'm nervous, but no more than I was with any of my piercings, which is weird, because obviously it's a bit more... permanent than a piercing.

I'm listening to HIM. I know, I should be shot. Goth metal hath becometh me... Or something. I have like, 5 of their albums from my olden days of HIM lovin' and Ville Valo worship (Let's ignore the fact that that was 3 years ago and I do have their newest album) now I like the guy with the dreads. He's pure hardcore. I do read an interview with Vile the other week/month, though. He is dead funny still. A good friend of Bam Margera, who is also truly funny. Very amusing people.

I also read an interview in me old metal hammer this month with two of the guys from Atreyu (nobody knows this band cept me and a few choice people, but I like 'em) and they're dead funny. I bet the mag'll have some complaints in the letter section next month about their 'arrogance', but to me, arrogance is funny.

Enough of my music updates.

So yeah, I've been getting on with me old art homeworks and catch ups and what nots. I hate it. The more I do, the more I seem to have left. It's dreadful. How does that even work?

And I also need to have a speaky with Art Teacher Man about the exam, which is Wednesday.

Back to school on Tuesday. I'm stupidly looking forward to it, and to showing off my tat. I'm going to be so proud, it'll probably be all scabby or peeling, but hoo-ha, I don't care. It's like a right of passage. Everyone should get one when they turn 18. Well, maybe not everyone.

I've got the news on silent in the background (i.e pictures) and I swear I just saw a skeleton walk across the screen. Weird.

I think Sobek hates me at the moment. I'm not sure why. She's got more privileges than usual. she's out and running around all day, instead of just after I get home, and she gets tonnes of attention when she wants it, but I went to pick her up an hour ago and she backed away from me. And then she licked me, as if I were someone new to her. Weird girl. She's probably just over a foot and t'half, including her tail. She's a doll, a right stunner.

In other Donna related news, I've not had time to do any of the 6 essays I owe Sally. She never seems to mind, but she hits you with the guilt thing;
'Oh, they're not for my benefit, but your own. If you don't want to do them, don't do them.'
Which, in turn makes you want to do them. I did kind of promise to do the last one, but I can't even remember the title. I did do the first one on schizophrenia. I haven't got it back yet, though, so I dunno if my essay writing skills have improved or what.

And Rachel has us a make-up artisty person to do our make-up for the prom. I hate this. It's becoming so REAL. I'm wearing a goddamn dress.

We are like the living dead. Craving for deliverance. With a frozen heart and a soul on fire.

I'm sorry for bursting into song. It's been three years and I still know all the words. Tragic, isn't it?

I don't know if I wrote this is my other entry, but I washed my phone by accident. My new one. My Motorola V3i thing. It was in my jeans pocket when I put them in the wash, and I totally forgot until I couldn't find my phone the next day, and I hunted everywhere. Good thing, though, it's fine. It was still ON when it came out.

Which reminds me, I may send off my old Sony Ericsson to get the screen fixed in the hopes that I can get the old photos off of it, and maybe even my old phone numbers. There are people I can't get hold of to get their numbers, because I don't have their numbers. Who'da thunk it?

Damn Hippies.

The sacrament is you....

I'm finished now, promised.

Love you all, see you on Tuesday (If you go to my school and I know you).
Bye, xxx

I'm on fire, so stub me out.

2006-04-09T11:35:00.000+01:00

I hate Bloc Party. I mean, I don't hate them, as such, I understand them, I get what they're doing, i appreciate good music, it's just, as a band, I would prefer to have my ears eaten by camels than have to put up with that racket. And yet, Bloc Party were everywhere last year, and they're still dead popular.

Same applies to Arctic Monkeys. They are annoying and obvious. No, their lyrics aren't all that good, but hey, what do I know, they got to #1, and about 99% of England was humming I Bet You Look Good On T'Dancefloor when it first came out, me included, but it doesn't make it good music. It just means it gets straight into your head and starts to nibble, repulsively, on your brain until you can't take it anymore, and you sing it just to make the brain nibbling stop.

Oh, and Green Day. God they are just BAD.

Anyway. Hello.

I've got some exciting news. Tattoo day is Saturday 15th. Butterfly is going on t'left shoulder. 11am. Whoot!

Oh, whilst I'm still thinking about music, I've got some new favourites. I'm really getting back into The Streets as I await their album release (tomorrow). If you, also, are a fan (few people I know actually are, but they totally rock my socks), you should check out the Professor Green remix of When You Wasn't Famous. It's very, very, very, very good. And if you like it, check out Stereotypical Man and Are They Rappin Like Pro by Professor Green. I think you can hear them on MySpace. Also, if you haven't already, check out Mike Skinner 'covering' Banquet (By Bloc Party). It's got none of the original lyrics of the shite song, but it's excitingly all about how he stole a microphone from Jo Whiley when he was on her radio show, and about not being able to pay his taxes. It's exciting.

Also, I'm sure I've mentioned how America is remaking OldBoy, my newest favourite horror/thriller/action movie straight from the ghetto (Korean ghetto, i guess). But I've just managed to get hold of a copy of a bollywood film called Zinda, which is an almost direct copy, but bollywood version. The problem is, the director is apparently being sued by the makers of the original. I've not got round to watching it yet, but it'll happen eventually.

I'm almost positive this entry is going nowhere, so I'm going to give up whilst I'm ahead.

I just hit 63 friends on MySpace. I know, 63 isn't a huge number, but it's a nice number to me. I plan to get into the 70's, and then I'm happy. I don't want thousands like lots of people have.

And yesterday Tom made me join his Chartclarity site (i think that's it). I was member #302. I told him I wanted to be member number 300, or I'll quit, so I quit. I don't plan to post, but I've verbalised my love for Blazin' Squad and Friday Hill.

Zane Lowe: Did you just spew? Mike Skinner from the streets just spewed on our show, I feel so good. This is so exciting, I've never had a celebrity spew on my show before, this is so cool.

UPDATE!!!

I don't remember how much I've verbalised my inability to figure out whether I like or loathe my new phone (motorola razr V3i), but I've just found one VERY positive thing about it.

It can survive a 60 degrees spin in the washing machine, followed by a good ol' tumble dry.

And in my books, that makes a phone.

Thank you, and goodnight.

When you're dealing with shite you don't use a teaspoon.

2006-04-03T11:09:00.000+01:00

I'm singing Devendra Banhart. I just checked my messages on MySpace and for those of you who know, he is playing on my page.

Anyway.
'Donna!' I hear you cry! 'Donna! What have you in store for us for this entry?'
'Well. I'm going to rock your world in quite a gentle way.' I reply. 'Like a delicious cake, as opposed to a bag of drugs.'
I'd love to take credit for that little quote, but I can't. I'm almost positive that's from David O'Doherty. It's not as funny when It's not said. I was watching Paramount comedy last night. I watched South Park (Fingerbang was on!) then something called Edinburgh and Beyond (I think), then Jack Dee Live At The Apollo.

"You can't imagine a pirate going 'Aargh! I love cous-cous'"

Paul Foot was on. I like him. He did a double act with someone called Trevor Lock. I've seen Paul before. I can't remember where, but I remember laughing myself to sleep, or something.

Is it wrong that I've seen so much of Jimmy Carr that I'm actually finding his humor vaguely funny? God forbid!

I have a question which is awfully important. If you were to take molten metal (very hot, i imagine it'd be silver) and mixed it with tonnes and tonnes of jelly of the same heat, and let it set, what would happen?

Would you get wibbly wobbly metal? Or rock hard Jelly?

Also, I'd like to play around with those special proteins that reverse the cooking of an egg. That just sounds so random. I mean, imagine, uncooking an egg.

I watched Dogma this morning. It's a class film. Matt Damon (Loki) is dead funny, and I don't normally like him. And it's the only film I can stand with Ben Affleck (bartleby). Chris Rock is class, though. As is Alanis Morissette as God.

Emmie is going in today to have her stitches out. She's all 'delicate' apparently. Tell her that. Today she's full of Banana! She's one with the board! (Private joke, unfortunately).

I can't believe i'm watching daytime television. They've got a boy on tv who had a stutter. I imagine that'd be quite difficult to live with. I have no speech impediments and I can barely work a sentence.

We're going to Colchester tomorrow to hopefully book an appointment for my tattoo. I'd like to get it done by the prom, cos it'll look cool, but I'll have to hide it from Nan, as I have no intentions of telling her I'm getting it. It'll be on my collar bone, or just under it, on my left side.

I've been watching a lot of Black books lately. Dylan Moran is a fucking legend. Always makes me laugh.I've got his first Monster tour on DVD and I may watch that today. I love the Irish.

So what can I say? We're off school for two weeks. I plan to sleep alot, and try to get all of the art work done that I need to. I know I shouldn't leave it 'til the last minute or whatever, but I just can't be bothered. Art is getting so... bleugh. I have, however, finished off my trainspotting pic, which I'm going to photograph and put on DA, because it doesn't actually look all that bad (believe it or not).

And I ahve a new computer desk (I've actually had it for about a month, I'm just too lazy to put it together), so one day this week I shall turn into DIY Donna and put it all together, which is good, because this one is broken. The sliding keyboard thing is broken, and juts out all the time. Which means when I wake at 3am needing the toilet, I walk straight into it, which fecking hurts.

Nun: You don't believe in God because of Alice in Wonderland?
Loki: No, "Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter" that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or... or with his tusk, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the Western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do... what do they do? They... They dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensure the destruction of one's inner-being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions... by inhibiting our decisions, out of... out of fear of some... some intangible parent figure who... who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says... and says, "Do it - Do it and I'll fuckin' spank you. "

I love this quote from Dogma. It's clever. If you ignore the fact that Lewis Carroll was very religious.

IF you don't know the Poem 'The Walrus and the Carpenter' it's here;
http://plagiarist.com/poetry/1770/
It's weird.

Bartleby: Your hard-on for smiting has prevented us from negotiating what should be the relatively simple matter of catching or staying on a bus.

Enough is enough.

In the next installment I shall be quoting Trainspotting, because I'm pretty sure I've done Dogma before, and Trainspotting is my favourite film.

Now I'm listening to Agent Orange. Hardcore!

Anyway, I'll leave you now. Thank you for listening/reading.

I love you, ALL!

Love Donna
xxx

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

2006-03-26T11:21:00.000+01:00

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

2006-03-20T17:40:00.000Z

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?

2006-03-16T20:16:00.000Z

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.

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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

2006-03-10T17:23:00.000Z

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!

2006-03-05T11:29:00.000Z

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

2006-03-01T17:35:00.000Z

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!

Oh, to be a teen full of angst...

2006-02-25T15:38:00.002Z

Here's a little music quiz thing i picked up. I'm into music, if you didn't guess from previous posts, or from knowing me at all.

TOP TEN ARTISTS:
1 - Incubus
2 - Bright Eyes
3 - Prince
4 - Coldplay
5 - Beck
6 - Goldfrapp
7 - Leftfield
8 - Infected Mushroom
9 - David Bowie
10 - The Streets

NOW ANSWER QUESTIONS ACCORDING TO NUMBER:

What was the first song you heard by #6? Black Cherry - Golfrapp, I think. I guess I may have heard Train or Strict Machine before, but without realising it was Golfrapp, but the first I listened to on my own, knowing who it was was Black Cherry, still is my favourite track and album, and may always be.

What is your favorite album from #2? Fevers and Mirrors - Bright Eyes. It's like, my guilty Emo pleasure. It's dreadful, in seriousness. But who cares?

What are your favorite lyrics from #5? Beck?I'm not sure. "Here comes the vegetable man in the vegetable van with the horn that's honking like a mariachi band" from Que Onda Guero maybe. Very Mexican feel to this song. Great fun to hear.

How many times have you seen #4 live? Once, at the V a couple years ago when they were headlining on the Saturday. They were fucking amazing, I'll tell you. Clocks sung with green lasers was just heavenly. By far their better album. ALOT better than X&Y.

What is your favorite song from #7? Possibly Afrika Shox - Leftfield as again, it was the first I heard. Plus the only one with a video, therefore the one with the best video, and directed by the best director (Chris Cunningham).

What is a good memory you get from #10? Singing The Streets songs to Rachel for her birthday because we had no music. So Tom and I offered our voices, and I got to do my favourite "Get Out Of My House!" which I did with a beautiful accent!

What song from #3 makes you sad? Prince? Have you never heard a Prince song? I guess When Doves Cry has alot of emotion attached to it.

What are your favorite lyrics from #2? "Does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried you smoke too many cigarettes? Is he coughing now on the bathroom floor? For every speck of tile, there's a thousand more you won’t ever see but must hold inside yourself eternally." That whole part of that verse is sung pretty cooly. It doesn't sound as good until you hear it. It's from The Calendar Hung Itself - Bright Eyes.

What is your favorite song from #9? John, I'm Only Dancing - David Bowie!

How did you get into #3? I dunno. I was bought up with him.

What was the first song you heard by #1? Drive - Incubus

What is your favorite song by #4? Green eyes - Coldplay

How many times have you seen #9 live? I wish I'd seen David Bowie live. But I'm not that fortunate.

How many times do you really think #9 has played live? Many. He's getting on now.

What is a good memory you get from #2? A GOOD memory from Bright Eyes? You are kidding me? Unfortunately they don't sing very happy songs.

What song by #8 makes you sad? Infected Mushroom are a trance group. Their songs don't really make me sad.

What is your favorite album by #5? Mellow Gold - Beck.

What are your favorite lyrics from #3? Theres a couple;
"Let me show you baby I'm a talented boy." Gett off - Prince
"What do you want to eat? *Ribs* Toy I don't serve ribs. You better be happy that dress is still on, I heard the rip when you sat down *tearing sound*" Gett Off - Prince
"Your car got mags that be dippy dippy dope. But the whole damn nation got the same Pope" Pope - Prince

What is your favorite song by #1? Just a Phase - Incubus or Hilikus - Incubus

What is your favorite song by #10? Either Empty Cans - The Streets, Original Pirate Material - The Streets, or their newie, When You Wasn't Famous - the Streets

What is your favorite album by #7? Leftism - Leftfield

How many times have you seen 8 live? Never, although it would be cool. I've got some video's of theirs live, great atmosphere.

What is your favorite album of 1? Either Morning View for it's ease of listening, or Fungus Amongus because it's so amateur, and so blatantly about the drugs, man.

What is a great memory you have considering 9? I'm not sure. I always remember watching his in The Labyrinth whne I was little and fancying him a little. That's kind of freaky, isn't it?

What was the first song you heard by 8? Converting Vegetarians - Infected Mushroom

What is your favorite cover by 2? Wow, either Mushaboom - Bright Eyes (Feist cover), or even weirder, an Elvis cover of Blue Christmas - Bright Eyes.

Well that's finished. I thought it would be a bit more fulfilling, or interesting to fill out than it actually was. I'm very disppointed. And I also have a weird feeling that I've put in a band that I don't like as much as another band. I didn't put in CocoRosie, who I like, or Bjork who is interesting, or Sigur Ros, my newest liked band; the Kooks, I missed off Blondie and the Beach boys, the Cure, Giant Drag, Air, The smiths... God, now I feel crap.

In lighter news, my foot is a little better.. *Giggles*

And, on a funny note, I'm attempting to tidy my room. I know! I know! I say attempting, I got distracted by the idea of checking my emails, then doing the quiz, and listening to music... It just looks so messy and daunting.

I really want to watch the Jungle Book, I've not seen it in ages, I just randomly started singing the elephant march thing. How sad.

So I'm going to do my room now. Behave, will you!

Bird Flu! Nooo! Bird Flu! We're All Gonna Die!

2006-02-20T17:08:00.000Z

No, we really aren't. What a load of bullshit. Sure, it's real, and sure, it can kill, and sure, it'll probably come over to England. So don't complain about it. It's gonna happen. The Sun's going to burn out. The worlds supply of chocolate will eventually be all eaten. Of course, eventually we will run out of oil, and yes, everybody is going to die. So why worry about the future and our fate. Go out, eat chicken and dance with dead ducks, just like every other friday night out on the 'razz'. Fuck bird flu.

So hi. I'm home from Finland. Yesterday, in fact. Lemme give you my daily schedule, like I did for the cruise trip. But I can't remember dates, so you'll have to go on days.

Wednesday
Got taxi at 6.30 after he turned up at 6! Wanker. I wasn't even up. Got to Finland for about 1 (English time), which is about 3 (Finnish Time) then an hour and a half drive back to the house which was nice. Very snowwy. Very cold. We had a pie made out of some sort of berries. They were orange and were yummy. I don#t remember what they were called, though. They had two dogs, Imo and Sissy, and 4 cats, Pizza, Max, Ally and Ritzy (I guess that's how it's spelt). they were all very friendly. Cute animals.

Thursday
Went into Helsinki for quick shopping trip. Very cold indeed! Didn't buy anything I don't think. I dunno. We had coffee in this place. There was a strange carnival type thing going on which caused alot of traffic. There were students in dumper trucks wearing jump suits. they had signs which said something in Finnish. And they were throwing sweets about with glitter and confetti. Apparently it's something to do with the end of the A level year or something. Quite spectacular.

Friday
We went to Tallinn, Estonia by ferry. It involved getting up at 6 to leave at 6.45. Difficult. The ferry ride was cool, had an alcohol breakfast with a croissant. A cheese croissant! Yuck! but yeah, it was cold there, too, but nice as well. we had alot of alcohol. ALOT! We went to a place called Scotland Yard where all the barmaids wore police uniforms and the whole place was decked out like a police stationy type thing with a big fish tank. Then we went back to Finland. I was much tired after the early start, and we didn't get back til 9, then we had dinner and some more alcohol, then bed.

Saturday
Today we went bowling which was a shambles as I'm not a great bowler and had little energy because of how tired I was. Also, I'd hurt my foot on Wednesday or Tuesday and it was swelling up again. Any excuse, hey. But then we went to this Lappish restaurant, and I had beetroot cakes, which was random but nice. Then we went to a few bars, and the last one was like a sports bar, and the Ice Hockey was on. Finland were playing. I've never watched it before, but for some reason it seemed like the most mesmerising thing in the world, EVER, so I got quite into it. Then we taxied our way home.

Sunday
Hmm, not much happened, really. My foot was still quite swollen and painful. We left for the airport at about 2.30 I think, to get there for 3.30. Then the flight was at 5.25, but we didn't take off until later as they had to de-ice the wings with a hose full of de-icing stuff, and there were firemen type people doing it. So random. He was on a cherry picker! Anyway, we got home at about 8.30 Finnish time (6.30 English) but by the time Nan got through customs it was later, but I got through quickly and went down to get the bags. There are plus points to living in the EU. We got home around 9 english time and I made myself some food then went to bed.

Today was random. Michael Jackson is re-releasing loads of his singles so Jay got Tom and I to go with him to town, but he was all shitty because it's Michael Jackson and I couldn't walk quickly because of my foot, which is still stupidly swollen, and I think I've got a blister now from the veggie botts, so I'll be wearing my black vans to counter that tomorrow, they're the loosest shoes I own.

I got my new keyboard today. My old one broke and started typing things that I wasn't typing. Lol, so if I typed the letter A, it'd come out as Asd4{ or something. And the whole top row of letters (Q th P) weren't working at all. Nan blamed me and said, firstly, I was too heavy handed, but how can you type heavily or lightly? And then she said it was because it was dirty... Ok. Then she said I did it deliberately... Ok. Why would I break it deliberately if it meant I can't use my PC? Dunno. Anyway, I've got a new one. And a letter from Mensa which I haven't opened yet.

I got Sobek back today, according to the lady in the shop, He is a She, so I dunno if I'lll change the name or not. Madam Sobek! Sobek is a girl! Weird. But she said he was one of the prettiest he's seen. Very gorgeous colour. He's shedding his leggies now, so he's a little grey around there. But he's fine, really. Enjoyed his stay, he's a sweety.

I'm listening to Beck.

I've got a bag of Fani Pala to take to school tomorrow. They're cool Finnish chocolates with like, wafer bits and Irish cream tasting bits. They're weirdly addictive.

Anyway, I'm gonna go now. Stuff to do. I'd tell you more, but you;d only get bored of reading it. Goodbye!!! xxx

They are night Zombies!! They are neighbours!! They have come back from the dead!! Ahhhh!

2006-02-11T15:58:00.000Z

So just one final post before I leave for holiday on Wednesday. It's saturday today and I'm tired. I've just spent a block of about 4 hours doing art homework that I won't have a chance to do over the holidays due to my... holiday.

So my hand is killing me from the colouring and the shading.

Anyhow. I was just looking through my near dead phone and came across a nice picture of Rachel and me that I thought I would share with you, so you can see how I looked as CHER!

I love the fringe! Seriously, I do. It does look very messy in this picture, but I was probably drunk, as was Rachel. Robyn took the picture. She was sober. I feel this picture makes me look slightly like a man! But I like it anyway.

And, it's another where you can see my new piercing. I took one right after it was pierced which I use alot, but my lip was swollen still. Here you can see it in all it's glory. Kind of.

Do you know how badly I want my dreadlocks now? VERY! That's to come. I'm having my hair dyed and trimmed on tuesday, but not dreaded.

However, one day it'll happen... honest.

Zombie... Zombie... Zombie... Zombie nation.

But yeah. Woo! Holiday on wednesday! Finland until Sunday. Then school on Monday... Yay?

Anyway, until I return, goodbye my dearies.
xxx

Moo Juice

2006-02-06T17:15:00.000Z

Most of this weekend I've been drunk. So today I've had a hangover. Not pleasant.

Saturday was Jay's party. Apparently I told Jess we should be friends. I also told her Tom was gay. I dunno, alcohol makes you say weird things.

Yesterday was Rachel's party. It was quite cool. I had a hangover, so I drank alcohol to make it better. Big mistake. It just transferred the hangover to today.

Aparently we lie every three minutes we are talking. I think that's a bit of a lie.

My pumpkin seeds taste like mint sauce. YES! And pine nuts taste like planes.

I'm going on holiday on the 15th of Feb. Going to Finland. I'm sure I've mentioned it. Sobek is going to AquaPets for a few days. It's going to cost about £10. not bad I guess.

Massa is going to drive for Ferrari? Barrichello is moving to BAR? God F1 is changing. I'm still getting over Trulli's move to Toyota from Renault. He was alot better with Renault, but toyota did better last season. Schumacher is wank.

A sheet of glass just fell on Jesse. I'm not going to pretend he didn't deserve it. It didn't smash. Stupid little baby. He'll live.

I don't really have much to write. Sorry. I'm getting boring in my old age.

Bye bye