t'raaaa two thousand and 9!

Not only is this the last blog of 2009, it's also my 100th post! It's an emotional moment I tell you (': and I fear this may be a tad of a long'n, but meh, I larvee writing so much (':

So, 2009.. Dear lord. It brought 3 disasterous relationships, well, they were all enjoyable at the time in the form of Nic, Sebastian and Cameron. Seb won hands down, but I can't help how I felt! No regrets though, t'was good (:

I finally bought something from Ann Summers ;) and got dumped the day before my birthday... (lol.) I changed my fringe from being on the left to the right.. a momentous occassion evidentally. I finally quit football and finished GCSEs. Good times, I miss the easiness of GCSEs actually, I didn't have to work very hard ;D
I got to go to London, once with Daisy and Scott, that started the whole Archibold/Reginald fandango (': 

Then I got to go to Borth with my mum and London again with my mum, both amazing holidays actually and I've got the hang of the underground so 'tis all good :D

Then got to the point where I had to be forced kicking and screaming back to school, but 6th form at JC's been pretty damn good actually, minus the fact that I've had to read Jane Eyre and endure crap poetry by queen of depression, Sylvia Plath.. like the horns?

 
Jane Eyre which I've only just finished reading actually but bleh. Then in October half term I went on a jaunt to Barcelona with my darling Daisy/Archibold, which was frankly hilarious! Looksee ;)

One of many after being left in the hotel with a large bottle of vino and cheesey snacks ;D

 Toilet phone ;)

Was an amazing holiday actually :D definately a highlight of 2009!!

Unfortunately mixed with all the amazing times, there was one huge heartbreak. Daisy may be my best friend, but I never forget my other friends and those who I used to be closest to. Helen Wright I've known since stupidly small and I'm still finding it hard to believe that she's gone, an amazing person and an inspiration for everyone. A lover of life she'll be forever missed and NEVER forgotten. Passed away on the 4th of November in a car crash. She was only 16. Rest in peace Helen babe (L).

 Na'night babe, sweet dreams x

So many good memories made this year, and so many to hang onto. And so we reach the end of the year, new friends and old ones missed dearly. Also met an amazing person this year and have a fantastic friendship :D

Anyway, this post has gone on a tad, must go and actually do some work.. DAMN YOU A LEVELS. And so I leave you to get rat arsed and wasted (':

Happy new year!

Lav' to all

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tres amusant (':

As I was searching through the deep, slightly furry and mildly mouldy depths of google today, I found something that made me giggle. Not only did it make me giggle, I thought it would actually be rather useful and essential in certain situations. I.e. if you had to be submitted to any length of time in a hospital..

ET VOILA! I give you the Starbucks iv. I love it LOTSSSSSS and feel that it should be compulsary for all coffee addicts when subjected to the mental strains of hospital. 

I'm boreddddd. Alot.

I want to write some of my navel, but I'm hungry and I don't know where to start and I don't want to eat much for fear I'll grow in my chunkehhhness. GAH! Today hasn't been as bad as yesterday though! Although it has been incredibly damp. 
I know what you're thinking you filthy minded freaks. I mean it was raining. ALOT.
Lots more than I thought it was before I actually walked out the door. For once I was being a larvely friend to my fluff balls and took them for a walk round the block. It's now a rare thing because once Fergus bit me and it hurt and left a really retarded scar. Ew.

But yeah, went for a walk with the dogsss, was fun until the mixture of wind and rain got incredibly painful but blah. Never shalt thou bother taking the dogs for a walk when its raining and will have to dry them off when you get home...

Anyway, off to write some crap and consider some biology revision. If I can be bothered.



...



I can't be bothered y'know.

S'laterrr
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bugger it once more -.-

How in the name of Daisy's oversized granny pants, is it possible to have an amazing friend and everythings all lovely and wonderful etc, and then I go and put my stupid fat bloody foot in it, go and say something stupid and fuck it all up :|

For fucks SAKE.

And the bloody "u" seems unwilling to work with me right now. I want to cry.

Not only have I been one of the worlds biggest pillocks after last night, Sebastian has managed to get a girlfriend. Again. Just why. Why and how?! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I would punch something but frankly I'm too bloody lazy, that and the fact that I'm feeling relatively sick and by punching something it would involuntarily make me hurl.

Bad times my friend, bad TIMES.

And it's only two weeks until my first respectable exam, (critical thinking doesn't count because it's the biggest piss take ever seen in higher education.) I've done nothing but wander aimlessly about, spending money and letting my creative genius shine. Granted all that I got was actually needed and the creativeness was necessary for a late and kinda trashy home made birthday present for my favourite nigga.

I'm a crap friend atm. Gaaahhhhh, roll on 2010, waaaaay here in 3 days. Can'nae wait! Well, I can't wait for the alcohol I'm going to be induced with, willingly of course! Whatever else..

Must dash, have an urge to rant more :/
T'raaaa
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oh blesss (':

Chicken Run is just the best. First time I saw it at the ripe age of about.. 7? God knows. Either way I thought it sucked. Alot. But now, it's like a pleasant blast from the past, but even then they were so colour-ist! GINGA. How mean.. Why not CARROT for feck's saaaake. Mon.

Bleh, headache.

Want a new phoneeeee! In fact what I really would like, is for my darling mother to hand over the cash she promised me for christmas ;D I really do feel the need for a trip to Costa actually, desperate for some decent caffine. Clearly opposed to the usual coffee grains which I live on. 

ARGH I NEED TO STOP EATING. And talking crap for that matter. And my feet are cold. No, my toes are cold. Shut up now. 
I need to write a book so I can stop having to worry about getting decent A levels and then having to work and find a respectable job and blah blah BLAH. Help?

I think I'm iiiiilll!! Not that I'm uber idle, OF CORSE NOT TWIT. Nah, I think I'm ill because I succeeded in doing some decent revision today, had a minor heart attack when I looked through the Biology specimen paper and discovered that I knew NOTHING, and that it is in fact for the next module after the exam.. Bloody idiot. Anywayyy, got a load of chem revision done :D I feeeeel gooooooooood I'm a geeeeeek (':

Hmm, off to attempt to write a navel.
Na'niiight niggzzzzz.
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chav language?

C'est TRES amusant I tell theee. Very, VERY funny. 

Sitting alone on my bed, bored and watching.. Chicken Run perhaps? And *POP* how inventive Facebook are with they're chat, anyway, it was some random guy that's on my Facebook and he turned out to be a chav. Such fun. He was from Manchester apparently, bad start already, couldn't understand much of what I said, partially because it was half interlectual and required a reasonable understanding of the English language, and partly due to the fact it was heavily sarcastic. Granted it's difficult to tell sarcasm on IM but still! 

Bleh, t'was all, "lukin dam fyn in ur pics bbe ;)"
Get, FUCKED. Having said that, bored as I was I decided to have some fun and enjoyed giggling pathetically to myself over the lack of good grammar, spelling, and general English. That and the fact he didn't understand that I WASN'T desperate. At no point in life, I hope anyway, will I be subjected to the immense desperation that would involve me lowering myself to the standard of said chavs. Never. Urghhh.

I hope to God not anyway..
We'll see perhaps?

Kinda gah riight now actually, feel a tad jealous over something even though it's incredibly stupid and relatively unnecessary. It's the hormones I tell you. Blame EVERYTHING on them! It's what they're there for.. Right? If not, they still come in handy in some cases (':

Ahhh Bridget Jones, the legend that is. I hope one day that all men will realise wobbly bits are laaaarvely and not opt for stick insects that have, on a daily basis injections of collagen and any fat syringed out.. I'm not bitter about being a tad "large". Shut up Rozz. 

"I'm gonna live in a black and white world"

Cause I'm that cool (': what do we think of it, ehh? Wow, I'm being hypnotised by this timer thing with bubbles of pink crap going down a green slide. Don't even ask? It's like a modern and frankly, weird, sand timer fandango (:

Anyway, must dash, have an urgent appointment with a bath tub and larvely hot water. And shampoo.. and. Yeah. Hush.

Babyeeee

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for fucksss saaaaakkke.

L:"But what can I do, I want to say something but I can't"

R:"Well I don't know.."

L:"But I want to know"

R:"Then say something discretely?"

L:"Can't you say something, you know I can't..."

R:"Okay then"

L:"What are you going to say?"

R:"What do you think about it all? KthnxBAI."

L:"No."

R:"Why no?"

L:"Because that's stupid"

R:"It's better than your idea.."

L:"But it's still stupid"

R:"Okay"

L:"I WANT TO KNOW ROZZZ!!"

R:"Then say something.."

L:"I CAN'T!!"

R:"Then fuck off and stop driving me round the blithering bend!"

L:"Sorry..."

R:"ARGHHHHHHHH YOU'RE SLOWLY EATING MY BRAIN YOU FUCKING RETARDDDDD :|"

I must point out that this wasn't a real conversation, at least it didn't end that way. People are trying to kill me slowly y'know. If your planning on it, then jog on while you can niggazzzzzzzzzzzzzz. And I'm not being offensive when I say it, it just sounds FUN.
Usually I am a tad more tollerant and all, but today I just cba. Really can't actually.. I feel I should be violent towards someone that annoys me on a regular basis, but then I get the issue of not having the effort to MOVE. Gah, rant over (': babyeee.


OH GOOD GOD :|

Na'night babesss
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FINALLY!

Today marks a marvelous development in my small world, the development being.. I FINISHED FOOOKIN' JANE EYRE! The book that sent me to sleep and only really gets interesting if you make up sub plots such as insinuating that St John is in fact GAY, and that Janeee is a butch lesbian nun. I really do hate it so effing much. 

But it's done! All that's left to do now is write a decent essay on it, finish the partner text and I'm finished with it and I can burn it! BURN IT! Should really have read it about 5 months ago but bleh, who actually cares. Such fun. Ish.

Urghh, now I'm feeling a tad fed up actually, waited for ages to speak to someone, and now I really wish I hadn't. Actually, I mean two people an idiot and a twat. Uber fail there (':

I'm getting into a habit of writing really short posts. Not sure if I'm keen on it tbh. Anyway, POTC calls..

Latersssss
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freeaakkk

I changed the URL of this darling baby of mine 'causeee I felt that I've moved away from the times of GCSE history, but weirdly I feel better for changing it. God knows why. Perhaps it was the wine I had earlier?
Bleh, WHO CARES?!

I might do if I wasn't so cold. Which granted, is partly my own fault actually. I have the most gorgeous and warm and cosy slippers which makes my toes toasty, but I make the rest of my body suffer wearing jammies that would be more suited to summer. I'm a twit and I love it. Bummmmbumm, rattling through my ipod.. Should really get some sleep actually :/ 

Well I should probably think of revising a tad more rather than sleeping seeing as I've done a great deal of sod all and it's only 2 weeks until exams. Buggeration.

Revision tomorrow. It's a PLAN Boris ;D
Na'niiiight 
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quickiee

Just to let you know, may change this blog to http://aworldwithcoffee.blogspot.com so please follow if you wish to keep reading (: thanksssss babessssss

T'raaa
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boxing day means violence..?

I should bloody hope so actually, men are confusing as shiiitee! Well, the odd few majority are. Including one of my exs who started talking to me again and I'm uber confusedddd, and it's WEIRD. And I really have no idea at ALL where the eff I'm going with this..

Lets move on shall we?

EXCELLENT! :D

Yesterdayyy, being christmas, obviously, Joshua decided to get me some stuff which was uber lovely of him and I larrvvv' him lots for it, but as all men, the wrapping was pretty comical, I found it so amusing I took a photo.. Looksee ;D

It turned out to be a gorgeous pashmina btw (': and yes, I look terrible because I'd pretty much just woken up after having something in my eye for an hour before I went to sleep. Bad times! Good God that photo uploaded quickly. BY JOVE BORIS! Other than that my day was pretty much uneventful.. Other than over eating and wishing I had a damn good metabolism. As it stands, mine fails. EPICLY. 

Today pretty much failed actually, wanted to go for a walk to Costa so I could have a decent coffee, got there and was waiting for aaaages, only to be told they had no EFFING take out cups. I was not a happy chappy. Bleh. And I tripped over my laptop cable on the way downstairs and my laptop came flying off my bed onto the floor. Woops..

AND just to make this post look fun, when I was in town with Daaaais on Christmas Eve, we were walking back, full of GINGAbread latte, when we saw this.. ADOLF CAT!!

 

We found it fun.. and fitting with the conversation on GCSE history times (L). Good times (': SCH FUN!

Anyway, must dash, sleep beckons (:

Na'niiiight sweets

x 

merry chriiiistmas

Merry Christmas one and all (':

Meant to do a post before today actually, mainly 'cause my darling niggaaaaaaaa Daisy had her birthday fandango on Tuesday and I spent the night round hers ;) yes.. It sounds sick and wrong and it WAS sick and wrong ;D
I fail at being a decent friend actually.. I didn't manage to get her a decent present, all I did actually get was a pair of Bridget Jones style knickers, and even thought she's already evily skinny, and therefore doesn't need them until she's 32 and fat, we MADE them FUN. We really did.. Well, she did anyway. Wearing them as a body suit/straight jacket opposed to actually sucking fat in. Not that she has any.. SHE SHOULD GET FAT ONE DAY :D I do love her remember.

I (L) her lotsss :D

Annnddd she wasn't the only one that acted and achieved looking like an utter retard actually, seeing as I felt the need to discover what it would be like to own a decent pair of boobs.. WITH THE USE OF A SCARF. Contrary to public belief, I do not lust over huge boobs, would just like to go up a cup size.. not the extremes that were shown at Daisy's rendez-vous (':

 

Cause I'm cool.. in'it?

Anyway babesssss, I'm gonna go and sleep or something, eaten too much already ): howeverrr, MERRY CHRISTMASSS (': chat laterrr (':

Lavvv' youuu

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