About a girl

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(this is just me talking to myself really, stream of consciousness, dramatic monologue etc.)

I've just finished a month-long placement at a hospital where my supervisor (a consultant) force fed me cheese. Is it so hard to understand that not everyone eats blocks of cheese?!? Does anyone else feel the same way? When I go to my friends houses, they always have bowls of cheese ready for me to eat. I think they do it deliberately to freak me out. I just find blocks of cheese so disgusting. I don't know why that is. Melted, it is ok... but blocks, urgh.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (that emoticon isn't chaotic enough to show what I feel!), it's September 2nd and I still haven't decided on the university I want to go to. This is absolutely terrible. I will, I will, I will hand in my UCAS form before October (even if I have to pick the unis out of a hat). I was actually thinking yesterday that medicine wasn't for me (although this is untrue because I know from work experience etc. that it sooo is) because I was worried that 10 years down the line I just wouldn't care anymore? What happens if I don't care about my patients?!? What happens if medicine ends up NOT affecting me at all? Would that make me the crappest doctor ever? arrghh, if I can't help myself, how am I going to help other people? (I think i'm feeling better though. I often go through phases in which I just don't care. It happened during my AS levels. I just couldn't be bothered to do any homework! It's ok now, am 'back on form.'

aaah there is nothing else to say, but must... keep... writing. I am so depressed about school. It's a full day. Completely full. All 8 periods on the first day!! That must be illegal!

To be honest there is nothing else to talk about. oh it is all so boring. alas, woe is me at the boringness of it all. hmmm feel like some tea. have such a tea fetish. is fetish right word there? probably not, do not have any form of sexual feelings towards tea. although if i did feel that way about any hot beverage, am sure tea would be the one i would choose. love the word 'beverage', is so much more solid and meaningful than 'drink'. oh my god, have forgotten to call you all 'man' (an annoying thing I have picked up). hmm but am writing to lots of you, and cannot exactly call you 'men'.

Last book read Fast Food nation- i felt so bad for the people who chop up cows. And will never shoo away a cow on D. of E. ever again. No, instead, will look lovingly into its eyes because well, they are sort of pretty... aren't they?? If you look at them from a distance. And they aren't chasing you.

Last film seen From Hell. It wasn't actually that good, but in it, Johnny Depp has the nicest, pointiest nose and cheekbones. V. cool (but do not actually like JD. No, am not that shallow). And they also drink Absinth. We have a bottle of that at home. It was purchased in Prague. Who is going to drink it I do not know. I don't want to end up cutting my ear off. no no no no no.

am going to have tea now, man.
Girl

PS. I will stop calling you all man in the next post.

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La la laaaaaaaa.... i'm back!!!! After a 'hard' day at school....

I so need to give up one subject (i currently take four- and yes, i realise that loads of people actually take five, but err, hello?!? I would like to experience all the free time I get before I get onto the non-stop conveyor belt that is medicine), but I really don't know which subject to give up! Hmm... will stick it out until next month. It would be so handy to give up biology though (have a field trip next week to a 'park' (which my parents had to pay £60 for (!), and this would mean that I wouldn't need to carry out my project on grass), or chemistry- investigation coming up. Have no idea in hell what to do. Hmm.... (thoughtful pondering).

So what is up with all my little lovelies on this board? We were giving new homework diaries today. Humph, whatever next? Our school is soo poor and they spend all the trees in Bolivia printing out homework diaries, which are incidentally too small for us to write anything in, for all years. And I got chucked out my year seven form room today (am a prefect for year 7). Omg, the rudeness. I seriously don't think that I was that rude in year 7. No no, i was the sweet innocent one who was just erm, 'sweet, naive and innocent' (as my friend stupidly described me). But very flattering nonetheless :mrgreen:

I completed a career questionnaire thingy- you answer 71 questions and it tells you what type of job you should do. I can't quite believe this:
'Girl has motivational levels that support operating heavy, mobile equipment such as trucks, earth-movers, cranes, etc'
I'm sorry.... can you imagine me operating cranes?? Earth-movers?? Bulldozers?? Wow! Have never even considered a career in... that. lol, that is so laughably silly. Soooooo cannot imagine myself doing that. Oh well, famous last words.

And lastly, to close off the boringness that is my life (they can't shut down your weblog if you're boring, can they?!?) did you know that a leech has 37 brains?

Am off to prepare for my interesting day tomorrow- dilutions in chemistry and learning new books!!!

Sweet dreams (man)- sorry, couldn't resist.
Girl

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Oomph, i don't think i should have tried cutting my own hair using my left hand (which I really have no control over- i'm right handed). It looks sort of jagged and well, wonky would be the word to use, but let's call it (for my sake), really artistic!! It does look ok though, nothing drastic. And it's much better than when my aunt cut my hair in Canada and I ended up looking like a boy who had had a pudding bowl placed around head and some sort of unstable person cut the remaining bits hanging out of pudding bowl. Truly terrible, and it was all above my ears! :shock:

Well, it's been a busy three days at school. Really quite cruel. All bar one subject has just launched us into work. Full blown work!!! In cc though, we just sat around learning about this film called May (which apparently has a really crap cover) which is about someone who makes new friends. What a shit film, i hear you say! But no! This person makes new friends using bits he has cut off from people! You see, he goes around chopping people up, and then rearranges the bits to make new people- who are his friends. What a cool film! We're going to watch it in our lesson soon. Oh, that reminds me, have any of you seen this film in a french lesson- oh, i actually don't remember the name. Something to do with a rose. It's about this little boy who actually wants to be a girl. It was such a cool film. He dresses up in these girls clothes, and he goes round to his male friend's house, and dresses up in his friend's dead sister's clothing. It's really freaky and weird, but such a cool film. It's a shame that I never listened in french though...

And i'm sure that you will all be thrilled to know that my year sevens were a lot nicer to me, on my second visit to them. Ah, they are a really lively bunch- i bet they eat jumping beans. I haven't been in to see the teacher though- he's a very funny little man, and I think i was quite rude to him because I remember standing outside the staff room waiting (stalking- :twisted: ) for a teacher and i was telling my friend how the little room beside the staff room was the rejects cupboard, and oh, out he popped. hmm..., was a little ops:.

oh, my friend thinks I should tell you about my other friend (wow, i have two!). Lets call her Moo. Moo fancies a man (as you do when you're a hormonal teeanger, ahem), who sits outside Paperchase and the Bodyshop. He is called Steve and he sells the Big Issue. He is erm, 'nice', well, he gives you a christmas card if you buy a BI at Christmas. Oh, and he fans them out in a pretty pattern! Anyway, the point is, is that Steve looks quite gross. Some might find him attractive, but he is I think, 40-ish and not many 17 yr olds like 40-ish men (do they??). But I suppose my friend is a bit weird. She absolutely adores erm, old men. Wrinkly old men. Who used to take drugs and smoke their heads off. Anyway, back to Steve. He is toothless. And very very very very very very hairy. I'm sure you could plait it. yuck. And he wears the same white vest over and over and over again. And he has a wife and three kids. Anyway, the point is, is that my friend wants to erm, (omg, this is crude, actually, no, will say it in a nicer fashion) have his babies. But she can’t even find the guts to talk to him. She sort of says something incomprehensible. And she has to plan how she walks past him as well. Anyway, the current plan for her getting to ‘know’ him, is that she is going to sit on him. I haven’t quite formulated the whole complete plan yet, but it will work! We reckon she should be drunk when she does it to avoid embarrassment (although drinking all the vodka in Russia won’t help her). And we also reckon that she should do it on results day or something (a good excuse to be drunk in the early morning!). Hmm… a successful plan, me thinks!!! I don’t know why I told you that. I hope that you are all amused. Or bored silly.

Last book bought The Aeneid. I was given the poetry version by the school, but being completely thick, it took me about 5 hours to read 21 pages just because I had to keep going back (because I didn't understand it. Not because I haven't come to terms with the fact that if I want to move forwards in the book, i don't turn the pages backwards...), so i went out and bought a damn expensive prose version (ahh, prose for the dip-ster like me). I understand it much better now! And it has a funky bright cover. Except the salesman (?) bent the cover slightly. Arrgghh, being pedantic and retentive, i just have to have to have to, have the covers perfect. And now it's ruuuiiinnneeeeeeddddddddddddd :cry:

Have a nice night everyone. Don't cut your hair with your left hand if you are right handed! or you'll end up with wonky hair (ah, all will be corrected tomorrow).

Girl.

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I had a 'great' time in Scadbury park today. Most of you will have no idea where I am talking about- and good for you. The ones who do know what I am talking about, shame on you!!! It was so unbelievably crap. At least it did not pour with rain. Anyway, I was studying grass. I spent three hours of my life just looking at the grass. It was fantastic. Finished in good time though, and had a nice browse through their books (on grass). And the manager (who looks like Tommy out of Ground Force) of the centre has got the wrong end of the stick- he thinks I have erm, attractions towards grass. Urgh, i knew I shouldn't have asked him that question.

And you will all be v. pleased to know that I had a piano lesson yesterday. I think it was my first in erm... about three months. And possibly the first time I've touched the piano in four months (oh well, start as you mean to go on). I told my teacher that I would 'like to take my grade 8 before I leave for university', and at that moment, he had a coughing fit. Humph, i do not think i am that bad. Granted that I can't count though. Or play the notes. But everything is cool. All is good. May I also tell you that he has the hairiest hands. They are sooo gross. The hairs just extend and extend. They remind me of this doll I had when I was younger, where you would wind her arm and her hair would just sprout (ooh, what a horrible word. She was a gorgeous doll). Anyway, being really dippy as a child, I cut the hair off. And not surprisingly, it got to the point where the arm had been wound back so much that this doll just Did not sprout hair anymore. It was v. tragic. Anyway, yes, his hands are very hairy. And so are his legs. I only see his legs (lol, this is beginning to sound weird) because he crosses them over and his trousers are really short, thus exposing his socks and bits of his leg (I must stop here because it is disturbing me that I am telling you all this).

My friend reckons that she is going to tell Steve that she loves him. Or at least that she is very attracted to him. Of course, the whole issue of Steve is that it is going to be harder than you think for her to profess her love. She has a difficult in formulating words in his presence. I think a whole sentence might just be too much of a challenge and she might just faint. Which wouldn't be a problem, since she still wants to sit on him. But is it very unacceptable to profess your love for someone who is married? Is it socially wrong?

Blake says that not taking actions is the worst thing that you can do. Therefore, it is better to murder children than to avoid what doing what you want. lol, of course am not going to do this. But I feel it would be good for me to tell you about my thoughts. I am currently doing nothing except thinking about doing stuff, so am breeding reptiles of the mind. Anyway, I was thinking about why fish can't breathe in air today. Has it got something to do with how they must breathe dissolved gases? Or just that their gills can't take it etc. Because fish obviously can breathe 'normal' air because they come up to the surface to suck in your finger etc. but they don't die because they are still in water. But what happens if you put a fish into a dry but humid environment- but kept the temperature the same. The fish would survive right? Arrghh, what is the answer?!? Anyone who knows, please please let me know. And then that thought led me on to think about putting a fish in the oven. But an alive one. Wouldn't that be so sick? You'd actually watch it burning. It would be so cruel. I mean, one minute it would be flipping about and the next it would sort of not be. That is so gross. I can't believe I think about these things, but I do believe they keep the mind alive Oh, and then that disgusting thought led me to think about putting a kitten in the oven. That would be even sicker because i mean, kittens actually move about, properly... and it would be trying to get out and then it would burn. uuurrggh, i must stop thinking about these things. Please don't chuck me off this board!! I just think someone should write something interesting (haha, yes, please stop laughing) here.

Wow, won't this weblog be a pleasant surprise? I mean, here you are, sitting unaware that I am writing it, and then whoosh, up it pops!

Last book read Am still reading the Aeneid (honestly, Aeneas has a nerve. His wife dies, and because he wants to get his leg over, his wife apparently appears to him in a dream and says 'i see a new city for you. And a new bride.' arrgh, the greeks are so centred on that one thing. But Jason (of the Golden Fleece, and of that weird witch Medea) had his pie and ate it. Well, actually, he didn't get to eat his pie. mwhahaha. And also the book, Good Girls Swallow. It's about anorexia. I'm shocked. What did you think it was about?!? :shock:

Good bye my sweetie pies,
Girl

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I somehow don't think drinking some sort of 'mixed' (as my artistic friends like to call it) drink was a good idea. It smelt like nail varnish remover and tasted like it (not that I have ever been so stupid as to down a bottle of volatile crap (one could call it)). The concoction was some sort of gin, vodka, martini and whiskey... and smelt foul, and if ever one wanted to 'top' oneself, that would be the perfect way to do it. As well as a dozen pills of some kind.

I also became very well acquainted with a dog tonight. It was literally, all over me and getting rather excited. :? Do I look or even smell like a female dog?!? I would certainly hope not!

You'll all be v. glad to hear that my friend 'Moo' (as we called her previously) talked to Steve today. What a result. I mean that she actually talked to Steve properly, ie. not just in her head. Good god, i hear you say! What did she talk about? For how long? It was for... wait... over a minute and a half! And I suppose that if you watch the clock as it ticks a minute and a half, it's quite a long time. Enough to squeeze in a conclusion when writing an essay! Yes anyway, think about how much can be said in a minute. A very long time. And just for good measure, as my friend never fails in reminding me, A VERY LONG TIME. I apologise for seeming like I am shouting, but since i've had to listen to her shouting for a whole day about her talking to him, i think it's only right to spread the joy. The conversation started because he said something like 'you enjoying the weather?' (or some other wonderful 'meaningful comment such as that) as she handed over a crisp £5 for a copy of the Big Issue. And amazingly, my friend answered quite articulately, (for her, well, when she in front of the man who she adoooreeess). And then she possibly went and ruined the beginning of a 'wonderful' conversation by answering 'I don't know.' Oh god. But fortunately for her, the conversation did not end on (perhaps) such an awkward note. She went on to say at some point 'You must be really hot'. I hope me ears did not deceive me and that she didn't actually say 'Mmmm... you look really hot.' Yay. Her relationshp has truly truly progressed. I am so pleased for her. It is so hard for me to remember what actually happened since I wasn't standing on him (like she was) and because my mind was in a blur of boredom and annoyance that I couldn't find a diary in Paperchase. But i'm sure that her mind was well and alert and was in between 'i'm talking to steve' mixed with 'shit, what do i say to steve?' mixed with 'oh how good he looks in that shirt' (her words, not mine).

I was talking to a teacher about university applications the other day. Well, she was talking and I was nodding. Actually, I don't think I even mustered up the nodding. I was too busy staring at her sandals. They were quite honestly, horrific. She is a very bizarre lady who insists on wearing pyjamas to school (and on special occasions like Prizegiving, she wears silky kinds... :? ) Anyway, we all thought that she had gone to an all-girls college at university (because she spends half of her life persuading us to go to all girls institutions (and being AT one, we would rather not spend another 3-4 years at 'these places)). But it turns out that she didn't actually go to an all girls college. We are really amazed. I don't know why that nugget of information would be useful to you, but hey...

Reading fact sheets on the Oedipus and Electra complexes. Ahh, how often people get these complexes wrong It is not that the son wants to 'err-hum' with the mother, but that he wants to displace the role of the father, which includes 'err-humming'. I would use the correct words, but it's very late and I don't want to offend. But I realise by using 'err-hum' I could be offending, so let me know if you are offended and I will change them. And also reading a book called the Immaculate contraception. I thought that that was such a great title but my friend's look of horror suggested otherwise. And still have a copy of the Aeneid, which I refuse to read until... later on in the week.

Night night,
Girl

PS. I'm adding this as an afterthought now. Do you think Steve actually disapproves of my friend now? She told him that she works in Monsoon. And he sells the Big Issue. They are very keen on fairness etc. and lessening the Development Gap etc. aren't they? And I believe that Monsoon imports all their clothes (which fall apart v. quickly I hasten to add) from Developing (or countries which were developing and have now stopped) countries? Where little children work their fingers to the bone trying to stitch together pieces of cloth/ crap? Ahh, i must tell her how he disapproves of her. I bet she'll quit her job if I can be convincing enough... oohh, how mean I am!

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Oh my, nearly a week since I last wrote something in my blog ops: I hope that the shock of me writing something now doesn't kill you :cry:

It has been a very busy week. I had the very best intentions of handing in my blasted UCAS form in on Monday (the week just gone) only to find out that I hadn't actually chosen my universities yet (just a teeny tiny thing I overlooked). So I spent the whole week chasing up admissions staff at med. schools asking them all sorts of weird, very pedantic questions only to have received no replies by Thursday (although I understand that it has taken some people a couple of months to receive replies). So i ended up writing to a Dean of a medical school and received a very nice prompt reply :mrgreen: hmm, must go straight to the top next time. Must remember that So it looks like I need to pore over the prospectuses (sp?) and the Insiders Guide to Medical Schools for the 100th time this term and sort out which universities I am going to. Not that I think it particularly matters because I'm sure I could make a home for myself anywhere. Am a bit like a snail. I will just carry my home around with me. I was chatting to my friend the other day about cooking in university and how difficult I thought it would be, what with me being afraid of lighting matches (i mean, what happens if someone has dipped the match into petrol first? arrggghhhh). The conversation actually came about through me talking about ironing my trousers and how it was such a rare thing. And how I was really proud of the fact that I even managed to get a crease in the middle of the leg. Well ok, because I was so great at ironing, I managed to get two creases in one leg V. clever thing to do. (we had to wear smart clothes to some prizegiving thing at our school so I thought that I had better iron my clothes properly...). Anyway, yes, i think it will be very difficult making edible stuff at university. So instead of using the oven (which I deem unsafe), I will just boil everything. Mmmm... yummmy. How could you not want to eat boiled steak? Not that I eat steak. urgh. Fast Food Nation people. They just go in and shoot the cows. But I suppose they do that with all animals though... anyway, my friends also made fun of my idea of a T-bone steak cake. huh. I'll show them when I'm the next Delia Smith. I'll shove it down their little laughing mouths. oops, moment of violence sweeping over me. Yes, when making cakes, one should not add sugar, and then they will have a wholesome 'thing' with which they can assume is a bit like bread, and put desired filling in the middle, ie. steak. Why do I keep on using that example?!?

And also... what else happened this week? Oh yes, I have a year seven form to which I am prefect (only because they thought I was a really sympathetic and caring and nice etc etc- none of which I am... (apart from to the sick obviously :wink: )) and yes, my form are a real bunch of erm, lovely... weirdos. For some inexcusable reason, they have signed themselves up for the Plant Committee (???) and amalgamated it with the Environment Society. And I, yes I am in charge of helping them run it. omg, why did they have to choose that society???? It means I will have to dig up ponds for them and plant flowers, which everyone tramples on But anyway, I went in today to try and help them organise something only to find out that all but one girl had dropped out of the society (because it's 'soooo sad'- v. quick change considering the other day they were all for building tree houses and introducing a zoo into the school) and now the form teacher was running the society. Bit weird if you ask me. But now I have to help them find stuff for charity week- loads of forms organise events to make money for charity. My form have asked me if I would like to parachute off the school roof. And for the many who don't know my school, you should realise that the majority of it is two storeys high and well, a bit of a shambles... so one would not advise getting up onto the roof in the first place. And secondly, two storeys is not an appropriate height in which to parachute off... the second idea for charity week was 'dunking the teachers'. errrm.. next idea anyone?!? I await Monday (which holds more suggestions) with joy and delight. Although the event we did in our first charity week in year 7 was much much worse and much much more disgusting.

I've actually just been at my friends house having dinner. That has no relevance to you except that Moo was also there. lol, she went into the town where Steve resides today, and bought a Big Issue from him. Apparently, there was some sort of joke (which I didn't ask for her to repeat) about it being down his pants and how she had smelt it. Maybe now you understand why I don't want to ask her what she meant by it. We had a few weird conversations, all rather vulgar and rude about things in life. And we were told by our teacher that we should remain like Mary for the rest of our lives because all boys are twats. He used a slightly ruder word than twats but I feel that should I repeat it, I will get kicked and booted off this board faster than I can say twat. I actually think I'm heading in that direction now...

I promise I will not leave such a river of time between this post and the next, next time.

Girl

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A very quick blog because I am really in the middle of writing up my thesis. Oh ok, 7.5% of my total biology A-level. It's incredibly boring, although I suppose I shouldn't really complain (even though I am). It's about the diversity of grass in uncut and cut grassland. If anyone would like me to explain in detail about the wonderful life that is grass, please PM me. Oh no, please hurry. I just KNOW that my PM box is going to be sooooo full by tomorrow... :wink: Ahh, all you unenthusiastic people. When grass dominates the universe, you'll wish that you had asked me about how to control the damn thing!!! :roll:

What else have I been doing? Hmm.... i've read some of my reference (the one that goes to universities). It is so incredibly bland. And it is sooo stupid. You see, the school made us fill in this form about why we wanted to go to X institution, and being me, I took the piss and made some really sarcastic comment... and oh, guess what?? She's included it in my reference to show my humour. Oh dear god. I can see my reference going straight into the bin. Must learn to take things much much more seriously. Will make it my new year's resolution. As well as to stop saying 'i can still see you' when i've had 'stuff' to drink. It's weird that I say that. It's not because i'm drunk. I hate the word drunk. It's so incredibly vulgar. No, I do not get drunk. At 17 (ahem, 18 :wink: ) I can hold my drink! So I don't know. Tipsy is a better word. Makes me sound ditzy though. Which I hope i'm not. Although my friend often says I have 'blonde' moments. And i'm not even blonde (although she is. Well, when she puts the wrong colour dye into her hair :roll: ). I love my friends. A constant source of amusement.

Oh, i had just one more small thing to write. And yet I can't remember what it was. I've spent some of the evening writing up four sides of incredibly 'boring' geography (ah yes, I hear the envy in your voices). In some of our geography lessons, we're learning about development. I must say that the West are incredible wankers when it comes to 'fair trade.' Absolutely terrible :roll: and the US and UK spend more on cows than the money that each person in Bangladesh earns in a year. And did you know that we don't even have to produce food ourselves. If we left it to other countries to do it for us, they would be in a slightly better state than they are now? The only reason Britain insist on producing cows and milk etc. is because they want to be seen as a powerful country 'which still can.' Bit sad really. But the cows do brighten up the countryside. Especially the concrete cows in Milton Keynes (sp?).

I must be getting back to my lovely grass homework now. Will try looking at grass that you can smoke next time (no, wouldn't do that really.)

Good night all
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SO...
is that not the single most boring thing one can say? it's saturday. And I'm working, yay! i always get an icky feeling when i wake up on saturday and think yay! it's the weekend! and then i think ewwwwwwwwww i have to go so much work to do. Perhaps i should give up. But then I won't get the grades i need Oh, woe woe woe is me, i'm such a sad case :?

There is a fly crawling on the computer screen. Oh, that ties in very nicely with the fact that I am doing biology coursework at the moment (yes, on grass). It is so mind numbingly boring. I seem to be writing exactly the same thing over and over again, explaining the same point over and over again, just to make sure that I cover every inch of the syllabus.

My friend accused me of having too many pairs of shoes today. I don't know where it suddenly came from. It was sooo out of the blue!!! I don't btw. Have very many pairs of shoes. So do not. Can you get store cards for all shops?!? Oohh, but if you get them you have to pay ridiculous amounts of interest, and face it, i would never use them. Ahh, everything requires money these days. Shoes, Books, Vodka (that costs money too), and my crack habit. :wink: :wink: (i'm sure that by making these jokes, i'm going to get into serious trouble one day). Yes, that leads me on to think that I am so materialistic. And shallow.

Did anyone see Sex and the City last night?!??? Did you see Carrie's shoes!!! They were so beautiful! I want shoes like those!!! ahhh... shoes... do you think I have big feet (oh, you can just imagine them :wink: ). They are sizr 5 1/2-6, though I usually wear 6. I bet my feet look massive. I had a friend who once said something about the size of my feet. I think it was 'those flip-flops are longer that your feet, why are you trying to emphasise the size of your feet?' As you can see, this person always spoke his mind and was, well, blunt! And he only knew me for a week, so all my friends must know too... and have secret jokes about my enormous feet. eek. I can't breathe very ewll. I think I am hysterical... and it is very hard to get flip flops exactly the same length as your feet. Isn't it?!?!? Yes, I am trying to calm myself.

Ahem, anyway, as I was explaining, I do not have obsessive feelings towards shoes. Except for my beautiful green shoes. They are so gorgeous and wonderful. Oh, and my black ones with the little flower at the side (purple would have been better, but one cannot always get what they want). They make me look taller- which is a good thing oohh, i would love some red shoes- like Dorothy, except not with sequinns on them. urgh, how yuck.

I feel much better now. lol

Girl :mrgreen:

PS. My friend was talking to me about how teenage years bring a whole new meaning to 'man size tissues' today. Do you understand what she was going on about?? Teenage years? oh dear, i'm almost out of them. arrggh, i'm so oooollllddddd. You don't think... ahem, sorry... i meant... oh don't worry... it's just that men... have larger lungs.... so they need bigger tissues.

PPS. I hope no one finds my signature offensive. It is supposed to be erm, inspiring? No, i just picked them off from the song lyrics.

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Hmmmm, what shall I write?!? I have been doing nothing recently- apart from working. I borrowed all these books from the library the other day (one library card allows you to borrow only 12 (I know, how stingy!) so I used my mum's card as well, and ended up with about 24 books) and the student who was checking out my books gave me such 'the look'. This roughly translates into 'omg, you weirdo/ sad girl.' I concur with the sad bit because about six of the books were about plant ecology (fascinating stuff, ahem AHEM) but it's all ok... i've finished my ecology project and am ready to give it in tomorrow. Yay!!! No more bio coursework for the rest of the year. Flipping great On the other hand, we start chemistry coursework in a few weeks. I'm doing something riveting with aspirin. At first, I wanted to do something really really expensive- as the school has to order ALL the apparatus and materials... but then couldn't be bothered to do something which would require such careful manipulation of materials :roll: fingers crossed and touch wood that mine will run nice and smoothly.

oooh, that reminds me, must get hold of a Monopoly board so we can start planning my friend's birthday oooh, will be so fun. We might not be let into any bars, but oh well, if not, we'll just be sad and sit in Trafalgar Square talking to pigeons and watching people :P

And what else has been happening?!? hmmm.... must stop using that word hmm... is not very good. Makes me seem indecisive- which i'm not of course... :wink: Oh yes, went to see 'some band' yesterday who were not that bad... although not brilliant. And got 'horribly tipsy' on the way... (of course not in a comatose condition!! Just happy tipsy. V. gd Let me just tell you that I don't get 'drunk.' At 17, can hold my drink, lol. oooh, that makes me sound drunk. No no, have never been drunk. The only time I resembled something along the lines of 'being drunk' would be that time when I went to a party and drank 'water' (of course :roll: and afterwards kept telling my friend that i wasn't drunk because i could still see. lol, she told me all about it the next day! Not that I wanted to hear. Anyway, to reiterate the point, i wasn't drunk) And then, once we arrived back at my friend's house, we decided it would be really funny (haha) to send e-mails. It was only the middle of the night. A very reasonable and respectable time for making communications with people that you love (ie. your friends). Anyway, it turns out the e-mail was a bit erm, distorted. I have included it at the end of the blog for your amusement because I am so nice and I know that everyone needs a bit of cheering up on Sunday evenings :mrgreen: .

But, to redeem myself, i would like to tell you all the good things I did today! I erm, finished my bio and wrote up my chemistry plan, as explained previously. I read a few chapters of a soothing book and I tidied my room (apart from my dressing table thingy. It always seems to be scattered with pretty things :wink: (not that I am complaining)!!

Hmmm, (yes, I will cut it out. Like I cut out saying 'man' in the blog).

Girl :mrgreen:

ps. please note that this e-mail was sent in conjunction with my friend, to another friend. I hope med. schools don't read these blogs. Am sure I would never get into med. school...

+neloo + m+y6 daaarlin/
yah lassie dcixs is bercsa anssd kisha, sjtis sisssha, JI lovely very so mic adn i love you agtooo. you are my darlingk. lok how claer. immmmmmm........sshe laufs at mees ! geee de dgeehee. so , ahow is yoaur holirdaysfa.? yoyub should eb iher tonighhhhhht. i wouod lobve lyou. yah, she afffectinate. siah is being arnotild shwardzeneegger. yah! ow deeed yoo gessssi! so we have bee watchng i goo a la tiilet, i9j ok. we have bgee watching hairy potttter. he is so le stuupid. and is ssssso butifoul/ your know, hmansuei, i want to m arry stgeve. i love taeve. I fo to marry Oliver , tyah I do, parfce que c'estr l'amouuuuuuuur but steve is moorea bearuuetiful. k loooooooovde hime. mooumi szaid she is going to clamdifornkia. yah lassie./ lopppppppey doo potey doooo, that's 'is a sonny g fffrom oi at toi to oun. uuuummmmmm, what aelse to sazhy ****. dona't swear ;you narughty girl. let's go now. wos, xooooo cleare. bhyese bye, ymy dyarlinkkksy. loovely workddd.

;and asih=as , tasuish asihisashi ashis

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pps. just in case you were wondering, the subject of the e-mail was notreeeeee chieries

ppps. must go and crawl under a stone now, and also find out how blades on a helicopter work. Maybe i'll even tell you in my next blog :wink:

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Does my writing look weird? Looks massive to me.

Arrgggh, have just sent on one of those 'if you don't send this on to a thousand people, your wishes won't come true, your life will disintegrate in front of you, all your friends will hate you, all fish will eat each other and your pot plants will die arrrrgggghh' e-mails. My friends Will hate me. If my wish doesn't come true I'm going to kill the bastards who thought of this. Hope you realise would not normally send these on, can delete immediately, but need NEEEd wish to come true. So.

arrggh, phone has just rung. I have a phone phobia. Is a massive disadvantage really, as prevents me from having a quick and easy way of contacting people I need to speak to. Is not so much that I prefer people to phone me, but just hate speaking on the phone in general... always shudder when phone is for me, euuuurgh.

Have to talk about steve just for minute, cannot help it!! My friend always talks about him, so feel I must share the 'greatness'* that is Steve... (*= not being serious). He was wearing a sickly sickly short-sleeve (lovingly reminded of it by my friend) t-shirt that he was wearing the other day. Oh, and the other day. And the other day. And the other day too. Urgh, he is so un-sexy. Do not see what my friend likes about him. We thought that she was slightly 'going off him' after she saw him wearing loads of clothes (!!) and standing up (she prefers him sitting down), but no, she still absolutely adores him. There, she has managed to fail to 'get over him.' I think she needs therapy. She walks around smiling insanely and stupidly for about 2 hours and she gave him 5 pounds as well. I think she's trying to buy his love. all together now, awwww... :shock:

I realise that you all probably think I am extremely cruel for being so unsupportive of her undying (dammit) love for him, but here are a few pointers to get you started, on why you should not support my friend's 'cause':

1. Steve is smelly. Well, of cigarettes and teabags. Oh, and my friend would like to point out, 'sexiness.' Yes, he smells of sexiness. Oh please. And my aloe vera plant has wings. (no, i don't really have one).

2. It is an unhealthy obsession. She should escape, but unfortunately, she can't- not whilst under his 'spell.' Hmm, is that a song? Under his spell. da dee dee deeee under his spell. Oh, maybe i was thinking of 'under the sea... it's always better under the sea......'

3. He is too old for her. Well, about 40 (she is 17). Ok, maybe he's a bit younger. 39??

4. If she is looking for security with Steve, she is not going to get it. But she constantly reminds me that she is looking for secretiveness and sex. But she is currently happy to settle for winks and smiles, whilst his wife settles for the rest.

5. And lastly, oh, i don't have one. She has told me that the above points are invalid because I have a stalker (is not really a stalker, just some poor deranged guy- used to be very sweet, until he looked directly at the sun :roll: ) and thus am in no position to comment on suitablity of guys.

6. My friend would also like to add that she saw him today and that he looked 'very beautiful (sigh)' and thus that is why I should support her 'cause.'

Mmm.... I keep being sent picture of Mr Tumnus (is that his name??). Weird man. I have people who are convinced that I adore him :shock: have you seen him?!? hehe, yes, he stole my heart. With the beautiful music from his panpipes. You will realise when you see him :lol: (no, must reiterate it, i do not like him).

Hmm, have you ever seen Andre Agassi playing tennis? Who agrees that he's like a cuddly hairless little teddy bear? Aww, don't you just want to squeeze his little cheeks? Must find some new people to lust after. Otherwise will find myself with disgusting people at Halloween party. urgh, am missing party with 400 other people to go to party with 200 people (most of which will be girls...) because it cannot be scheduled for another day and because I promised, and good girls always keep their promises :wink: But really, the 400 people party is being hosted by someone who actually repulses me. He's a great person, really lovely and v. smart, but somehow, everytime he comes near me, i just end up shuddering. Maybe it's his hair (there's nothing wrong with it btw, am just weird)... urggh. The word repulse is possibly a bit too strong, but arrggh, shudder shudder.

Shut up Re , I communicate beautifically by e-mail. Am not sure precisely what that may mean. And ranting is still communication. Was making perfect sense you know.

ooh, have received e-mail... R, you seem to have a huge desire to make sure we're all pissed at upcoming party. I warn you now you silly girl , it's not going to be a 'booze' night. We will be calm, collected, interesting, intellectual, funny individuals who will sit quietly in the corner talking sensibly with calm, collected, interesting, intellectual, funny individuals. yes yes yes. But thanks for that though, cheap drinks, that's nice

Saw Lord of the Rings the other night. And Aragorn... ok, not the most clean cut man in the world, but can't stop thinking about scene with the, eeurght, velour. Hmm... sean bean is the only real man in the film. Although he is yucky and sweaty. No, actually, have decided he is not clean cut enough. mmm, but he was so real (we saw him as Macbeth!! He spits while he talks- A LOT) and now he is so dead (well, in the film).

Saw a loooovely poster of gorgeous gorgeous red hot chili peppers in Smiths today. I hate the way they don't spell Chilli correctly. god i am so sad. actually, you know, that has put me off completely. also, they are not clean cut either. But good songs. mmm, as are belle and sebastian. must get new album. apparently, track 5 is super dooper. Anyway, Flea (from RHCP) does not look good because he has no hair. But he is still shirtless... :? so who cares?!? mm, so lovely. But urrggh, so sweaty. lol, i thought anthony looked slightly pissed off. stealing his thunder. But never mind. maybe he's concentrating. lol, was going to say something but have felt that it is inappropriate. :roll:

Next weekend, have a 'fun-fest' planned. Note, I am not looking forward to this, but feel that if I have finished homework and have nothing to do, i should go because otherwise, friends will call me sad and say that i love doing homework... and arrggh, lol, cave into peer pressure so easily. Do you think it's bullying if your friends convince you to do things that you are sure are not good for you (please note that this isn't drug taking etc etc. no no, am not that weak). Anyway, friend has lent Velvet Goldmine- a film, to one of my other friends. yay.... :| We are all going to gather and watch Ewan McGregor with his hands inside his leather trousers. lol, oooh, that should be fun!

ooh, what a long and ranty blog. Will come back with something useful and educational next time. Must be a way of getting round ranting.

Lesson one for a successful (well, a 'me' life... which isn't necessarily a good thing!) life: always water your pot plants, for they provide you with a little oxygen.

:mrgreen: