I am going to remember to call my work experience people up.
I am not going to feel ill any more.
I am going to purchase surplus amounts of vitamin water, with added zinc.
I am going to buy a pair of boots.
I am going to buy my cousins Christmas presents.
I am going to fail History.
And Sociology, for that matter.
I am going to ask if I can quit those two subjects.
My mother is not happy with this decision.
My mother does not comprehend my compulsive need to write 24/7.
I am going to complete/stitch up my first and most beloved gothic horror novel, which I started when I was 14.
I am going to win.
I am also going to become the world's bestest Shakspeare-loving, Spongbob-worshipping, gothic-speaking, Steampunk-wearing, pasta-eating, disaster-causing, Cardiff-bound pirate.
This will have to wait until certain other things are out the way first.
College, for example.
- Minor or Major:
Oooh
Fail.
Though it does explain why I was losing weight when I already have the consistency of a twig (metaphor may need adjusting) and having a total lack of energy despite the obscene amount of sugar I consume on a daily basis. So, more zinc = healthiness. Yay. Buuut... Where the heck do you find zinc...? The internet tells me brown bread and whole bran cereals (which I used to eat a lot of) but idk...
Oh, and I'm not gonna have the surgery. The doctor went into a rant about how it's perfectly healthy for me to be on steroids forever; then proceded to deter me from surgery by saying that I'd still need to take the steroids anyway. Pointlessness, methinks.
Things are getting decidedly Christmassy around here.
And a lot colder D:
No more Cardiff until the weather warms up. Also, no more news from UCAS about my university applications.
Getting slightly worried now.
#FightZinc With PeaceAndLoveAndRainbows (:
- Minor or Major:
Zinc - less
Mother dearest ordered me an ILoveCF hoody from my favouritest ever website. Yays. This time, it won't shrink beyond recognition.
NaNo fail and prospective life fail. OH'Well.
Handed in Extended Project, thus far. It literally finished mid sentence, because the Project!Nazi wanted it in right this very second thankyouverymuch Louu. I can just imagine the thoughts going through her head, her little comments she'll prepare for next Tuesday. Damned Tuesday is fast becoming my least favourite day of the week. Thursday is currently in number one spot, simply because I can't bear the fact that I love Mondays. Come on... Double English Lit, followed by double Sociology theory followed by Double English Language... who wouldn't love that...?
The All Important Verdict On The Maybe-Kinda-Sorta-Ish-Could Be Surgery Tomorrow. Eep.
Mother dearest also ordered me a copy of Iain Banks's Whit from Waterstones. Methinks mother dearest is awesome.
So, yeah, almost Christmas. Almost my birthday, too. Yay. Tis the awesomest one this year. Eighteen. Organised epic and fittingly alchohol-related outing with teh friendlings.
And this, because it's just made of lol:
- Minor or Major:
happy
What are the three best books you have ever read and what are the three worst? What made them so good or bad? Submitted By |
The List of Awesome:
1) The Time Machine, H G Wells. Oh yeah. 'Nuff said, really.
2) Interview With The Vampire, Anne Rice - oh, and all the other Vampire Chronicles. Made my mind crazy mad with the gothic.
3) Am I allowed to use an A Level coursework text? Well, The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks. This dude is my new
The List of Fail:
1) Twilight, Stephanie Meyer.
2) New Moon, Stephanie Meyer.
3) Eclipse, Stephanie Meyer.
If this list only had a fourth option...
These suckers made my list of fail because...
a) They disgrace the word gothic, b) I have to put up with silly English fangirling about a load of non-English grammatical flailing and, c) Well, they're badly written all the way through, really.
And you can't say I didn't try. I read them all the way through, at least twice. I read them before I saw the film; before I even knew there would be a film. I even went and saw the damned film - twice. I really have tried with this series of books, because with the amount of praise it gets you would at least expect it to be... half decent. Well, therein lies the fail.
It. Simply. Wasn't.
I tried - I tried again - and then I gave up and wrote my own.
- Minor or Major:
Zoink
But that just means I have the full three hours of Vanessa; firstly for the Extended Project and then for the dreaded English Lit. Well, she can't complain, I've almost finished my gothic horror story. I still haven't read that Sherlock Holmes book, but where does she expect me to find it?
My short story is sooo close to finishing, I'm - like - a paragraph away. I just don't know how to end it, I'm so nervous that it'll turn into an instant cheese fest. That won't be good at all. I don't know how I'm gonna structure it so that I can freak the reader out at the last second and make it make sense. GodDamnYouGothicHorror!
Gwen at the vets: She's got stress. Eek. They gave her this steroid injection - and if that doesn't work she's gonna go on a course of kitty therapy, a sort of herbal plug-in thing which will send all of the cats on a sort of high. Funny...
- Minor or Major:
Zzz
Well, I've been spending almost all of my time reading/writing/talking/thinking about gothic horror. And when I'm not doing that, I'm stalking down gothic horror books - mainly Iain Banks' Whit, which exists nowhere
My mum and brother are making me laugh by attempting to play Mousetrap. We've had this game for about... six years, and we still haven't worked out how the hell you play it.
Gwen's going to the vets on monday; I'm going to
My UCAS form still hasn't been sent off.
Silly failing universities.
- Where in the world:Ye Olde Village
- Minor or Major: Hrm
- 21:47 So, my mum shouts "LOUU!" really dramatically, I come running, only to find she wants me to watch an Orca kill a baby seal on TV. Nice.. #
But anyway, I am super sad because today I lost my hat. :[ I loved that damn thing. *weeps*
I have upsetting news of epic proportions. Life changing stuff. If I go to Cardiff Uni I will almost definitly pick up a Welsh accent. This is bad, dude, very bad. Because they're so different from my own retarded Midlander one, I'll find myself forcing my voice to sound Welsh and eventually lose my English charm... noooo.... =o So, yeah, major rethink may be in order, idk...
So, maybe I got mega-ly drunk at Ryan's 18th party o_O and did assorted random stuff like pouring vodka from one bottle to the other (all I remember is yelling at Sam, "look, it came in a bottle didn't it, so what's the problem?" :P) and trying to play the keyboard but realising I couldn't see the keys and standing up and saying "I am a writer," like it was the AA or something.
But then apparently Ryan took a load of pictures and pasted them all over Facebook, which is awesomely embarrassing. There is one picture that's so embarrassing that I actually find it funny. If I was a normal person, and I saw this pic, I would think that this person needs some serious help and to lay off the LSD.
It's my squirel impression. *alcohol-related fail*
(Y)
So yeah, Laura's birthday next week, and another party. ♥
- Minor or Major: Bit Loopy
Following me all over and taking over my college life and giving me nightmares forever.
Firstly, freaking me out in extended project by going on about how she reads chat magazines and then nominating herself to be my supervisor (which means I get to spend an extra special hour with her a week) and then possessing an inordinate amount of knowledge about CSI. Yes, this is the easiest course I've ever taken :P
Then ranting on at me about gothic horror (okay, so this was somewhat related to my project) and MENTIONING TWILIGHT D:. God knows why she thought that was relevant. So, naturally, I sorta screamed and gargled a bit and threw my hands over my ears and repeated the word: "noooo" for about 20 minutes. It was hilarious, she recoiled like I was a leper and said:
"Well, you know, I'm only trying to be hip."
There she goes, Vanessa Barry, Queen of the English Language and sole survivor of the 80s disco era. Hip. Yes.
But anyway, I again went a bit freaky-outy and she sorta shuffled away nervously and waited for a few minutes to pass before we graciously continued with my project, a conversation which began with me saying:
"Well, I prefer all the original gothic like Frankenstein
So yeah.
Then I decided I should do some serious work on my project, since it's taken me all term to convince her to let me do this; now I haven't actually started :) So, I'm filling in the plan and it gives me the question: "What are your main supervisor's advice and comments at this stage". Vanessa's incredibly helpful answer...?
"Don't do it."
This woman just emanates support for me, here. =D I know she really doesn't want me to do this (it's taken me two months for her blessing, never mind her help), which is part of the reason why I am. The other part being that I want to write gothic horror forever until I go all old and wrinkly and then I will retire to my lovely Spongebob themed house in Cardiff thankyouverymuch :). I think it's mostly to do with the fact that she thinks I write like a complete retard. Godsakes. Of course, everything she says is dripping in sarcasm, but that doesn't make it any more funny. She's never even read anything I've written, aside from Literature essays, but they don't count.
Too right, the Extended Project is the hardest course there is. 'Specially when the tutor is 100% dead set against you doing it.
FAIL.
Also, accoding to Adele my Expert on Life, there's going to be a forth series of Torchwood. As awesomely nice as this sounds, HOW?! It. Would. Not. Work. Well... there would need to be epic scripting, even more epic than before. AND my research into scriptwriting told me they'd sold the entire set to Holby City before they'd even finished filming Children of Earth (goddamnyou lack of Cardiff in this series). So... wth? Either Adele is going a teensy bit cuckoo, or the BBC has learned the error of their ways.
As. If.
Well, I Googled it. It's true. OhMyGoshWhatHaveTheyDone? Apparently, the news was released on Sunday following the Doctor Who Thing. Yeah, I don't get Doctor Who much any more. But anyway. January is lift off for Torchwood Series 4. Godsakes. I'm quoting here: RTD himself, "...and what shape Torchwood itself would actually take." Literally. Who/what/when/where and WHY all apply.
I predict a fail. Unless... 8)
- Minor or Major:
annoyed
So.
Didn't go to college for the filming. I was impressibly gutted but, I swear, I woke up feeling about as ill as it is medically possible to be without taking up residence in the ICU.
Dude.
I don't know why (if I knew why it wouldn't annoy me so much) but I've always suffered from tongue/throat ulcers. And I frickin' swear, they are the most pain that can possibly occur. Ever. And yesterday morning I woke up with a killer of one. I'm talking mega ouch. As in, it was the worst one I've ever had. Can't talk above a certain volume, can't even move my head to the left (due to the accompanying earache) can't eat anything remotely solid... just... argh. I survived yesterday on cream of chicken soup, tea and mashed potatoes. Oh, and quite a lot of apple juice. Today, I've had half a bowl of soggy cornflakes, tea and some ice cream.
I asked my mum to get me some ice cream and she comes back with my favourite kind ever, Ben & Jerry's: Cookie Dough. Bless her. However, it turns out I can't eat any without sharing it with Gwen, who is equally addicted. I love how she's nom nom'ed the whole bowl of it and managed to leave every single piece of cookie dough/chocolate. That's precision.
So yeah, my NaNoWriMo has been taking a bit of a backseat. I'm on about 15,000 words and staying there until this stoooopid ouch-ness goes away. :/
In other news: BBC CHILDREN IN NEED APPEAL NEXT W
- Where in the world:Under the stairs, with Gwen
- Minor or Major: Ouch
Gwen's tail is looking a whole lot less furry.
I don't suppose the lecture I gave her will have done any good, so I'm watching her like a little beady hawk every time she tries to wash. I suppose the only almost-advantage about her shredding her fur (on both sides of her back legs now) is that I can see that she actually has lost weight. This is getting more worrying than I first thought.My poor little Gwen =O In this pic, she's aged about... 6 weeks ish, I'd guess. There's one of the cutest pics I promise anyone will see, of her aged two weeks exactly, but it's on my phone, and I'm a bit of a techno fail, and so will probably never make its way on here, sadly. :(
Extended Project tomorrow. We're being filmed. And this is not the good kind of filming, as in on the BBC whereupon I can go into a squee fest. No, this is academic filming, and it will make it onto the EPQ website (OMGOMGOMG). This is the bad kind of filming because I am willing to bet my entire collection of... idk, ELO music, that I will be in full view of the camera, no doubt monging out whilst saying something hilariously retarded and/or arguing with Vanessa.
Ahoy! There be a fail on the horizon.
Six weeks and four days exactly til Christmas. I only know this because it is six weeks and six days exactly until my birthday. O yeah 18 woo hoo and other celebratory type things.
OMG I have been living in Derby for exactly nine years now (eeep) and it's almost the twelve year anniversairy (gah idk how to spell) of my surgery. Surgery sounds so dramatic. And (it would be awesomely poetic if this works out) if I do have to have the nasal surgery, I'll try and get it on the exact same day that I had my ear surgery.
That's Hardy-esque symmetry, no?
( Oh, and I pretty please need help deciding a cover for my NaNoWriMo piece... )
- Minor or Major:
worried
I survived Bonfire Night. Just about.
BUT! There's something wrong with Gwen. =O
This is seriously like having your own child fall ill - she practically is my own baby, I hand reared her!
So, yeah, what's wrong with Gwen. I didn't really notice anything different in her behaviour until yesterday-ish, but there's a lot of bald patches in her fur, all over. Some on her back legs and there's a massive bald patch around her tail. At first I thought, yeah, it's Indi (her mother, who has always been kinda violent towards her, hence why I adopted her) but then I started to realise that she was doing it to herself. That's when I noticed that she's been acting weird; not moving around as much, not making as much noise, not demanding to be stroked 24/7. She's mostly just been sleeping up in my bedroom, silent.
So, you can guess why I'm nervous.
My mum thought maybe she has fleas - which is really unlikely considering that we have three other cats who would be doing the same thing, but it can't do any harm to be sure. And I know Gwen has never had fleas *before* so it kinda adds up that she would react like this over it. But still, the other three are fine, no fleas, no nothing.
Except for Gwen.
She hasn't had a loss of appetite, I don't think. Well, she helped me clear up a bowl of pasta the other day, so she's definitly getting her carbs.
I don't know what's wrong with her. She's never been ill before, although she was the litter runt - but I don't see how that would affect her four years later...
I guess I'll just wait and see what happens, take her to the vets if it gets any worse.
=(
- Minor or Major: worried
- Sounds:Local Natives
- 21:07 O rite. It's that day again. #
- 21:16 Eeeek =O Explosions outside, and I'm more shaky than the dog. #
- 21:17 And I'm not doing NaNoWriMo tonight because I can't even move, I hate it that much. Silly silly fireworks :/ #
- 21:31 omg Adele makes my life funny #
- 21:34 GODDAMN YOU UCAS. I almost didn't send it off :/ #
It's the 5th November yet again. I guess I should just get over the fact that no matter how much I mess with my calender, this day still keeps happening.
Remember remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
Was Guy Fawkes a devil?
The Stuarts all saints?
Are we glad that they stopped him...
- or not?
Answer: a huge, resounding not.
Srsly.
Dude.
So, The Paul O'Grady Show is the only TV programme I watch since Torchwood died (lol at my sad life) and I heard David Walliams explaining that: "Once a year we have a bonfire in our back gardens to celebrate burning a man at the stake."
I call them 'legalised bombs'.
I, like, totally disagree with everything. I suppose it's 'cus I don't like fireworks anyway, what with me being permanently scarred on my ear, and I guess it was since that incident when I was about 14 that I got really into researching the Gunpowder Plot. At the end of it all I was like: LOL. Silly silly English people believing silly silly Scottish King that silly silly 17th century suicide bombing was not his idea at all. Gahahahaaaaa..... O.O
Well, I don't think the plot should've gone ahead. Course not. London wouldn't look the same, and the Houses of Parliament are so pretty to look at. And we never would've had Britain and the industrial era and the Empire and stuff. But... we shouldn't celebrate burning one of the few honest British men of that time, right?
So I sorta hide inside with my dog and my cats and my fish -
AND OMG DID I MENTION IT?!?!?
IANTO DIED (stupid stupid parallelism in stupid underwater Torchwood) =[ =[ =[ =[ =O
Yuh huh. Very sad indeed. But, apparently, he died near Capt'n Spongebob, which is a good way to go.
And omg did I really just see Gareth David Lloyd doing what I think I just did...? Erm. That was unexpected.
It's all true!
- Where in the world:A village which is surrounded by bonfire displays. Grr.
- Minor or Major: scared
By which I mean, there is only me, just me, and everybody else's words are actually ineffectual against my steely outer shell. Meaning, I do not care what happens any more, because in 10 months time I will be completely immersed in Cardiff and I will never have to think of Derby ever again.
Good.
Now, photographs of Becky's party :D
I love this one, 'cause we're so full of weirdness. And I'm actually not monging ;) From top to bottom, Zaedea, Meeeee, and Adele my Expert on Life.
Erm, yeah. There's nothing weird about us... And OMG doesn't Zaedea's make up look soo epic?! =O If you look really closely, you can see the encrusted chocolate button on my top. Yeah...
OMG Weren't my tights awesome??? YAY! Left to right: Tamsin, Sam, Meee and Zaedea's head >.>
I really don't remember this being taken, I must've been pretty... out of it.Though it was before I took off my scarf... =P Also, lol at Ryan in the background ^_^AAAAND!!! Extended Project news!!!
Vanessa finally caved and said I could do a Gothic Horror short story, if I promise to do lots of research into the genre/format and write an awesome analysis of how/why/what I've written at the end. Which will (hopefully) be awesome. Laura's already said I can borrow her book of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, which will help me out tonnes. And if I ever find a copy of Ian Banks's Whit, I'll be well ahead.
For Derby:
What? =P
- Where in the world:Somewhere I don't want to be
- Minor or Major:
optimistic
Rather overdue update methinks.
And YAY! I edited my Bio section. It should become worldwide reading material because it is the pinnacle of wit and randomness. Aaaand it's my comprehensive autobiography and is all 100% true... ish.
Halloween Party
Was a total craze.
Everything was insane, Ryan was out of it within 5 mins of opening the alcohol, I got addicted to some yummy cocktail of Anna's, Zoe passed out on the stairs and then blamed the fact that she'd drank a whole bottle of vodka in 5mins on me, so I got a bit too upset and carried away and went round bleating 'it wasn't my fault' for the rest of the night.
But yeah, it was funny. Weeee did the Macarena dance to the Time Warp song. And I swear, this was when I was still on the lemonade >.>
I got turned into the Bride of Spongebob which was weird if not totally awesome. Then Ryan kept throwing chocolate buttons at me and, cus I was a bit o_O, I didn't notice that I had one stuck to my neck and it stayed there and melted =o so I was like WHYYY DID NO ONE TELL ME I HAD CHOCOLATE O
I came down the stairs and all I could think was "I have to put this away" and so I just shoved it in the first bag I saw, and Zaedea was like "wtf are you doing?!"
Me: It's got chocolate on so I'm putting it in your bag.
Zaedea: That's not my bag.
Me: Shhhh, yes it is. (I really did this, finger-on-lips-and-shifty-look and all) :S
Zaedea: Noooo.
Me: Oh. Well. I can't get it back now (I dunno where that came from...). Who's bag is it?
Yeahhh....
Then I forgot. And Becky text Anna to bring it to college today, and I put it in Zaedea's bag for a bit and forgot it again. Yeah...
Then I accidently told Ryan that someone had stolen his alcohol and he went on a bit of a rage when in fact it was him who'd drank it and... yeah. Confuzzled, I was.
NANOWRIMO!!! I got productive and wrote a whole 2184 words because I'm awesome like that. Then I realised I had to do it for the next 29 days. Eeeek.
- Minor or Major:
Busy busy busy
OMG This is so epic it would make me want to watch it over and over and over again... wait...
OMG This too, I never realised how epic trailers actually ARE :]
I love it when he pulls out the guns and he's like: YEAHHHH.
AKSKAFHAF!!KAKSFH And then I just give up when it comes to Series 3 and I think maybe if there is a Series 4 it should at least be set in Cardiff this time... O.O
But OMG this is happy!Torchwood and cancels out Series 3¬_¬
~ Had a nightmare last night about villages....
~ Hair cut soon!
~ Hallowe'en soon! Imma wear my cowgirl hat, also.
~ Postphoned trip to Cardiff due to Becky Brown's party :[ But t'will still be awesome. Will just hafta wait for my picnic on the Barrage.
~ Progress with NaNoWriMo idea! :D
~ How did Liverpool make it as a trending topic on Twitter? Liverpool is the weirdest city in Britain, methinks. All that space and water and closed-down buildings and spontaenous bursts of grass and scary Welsh people by the name of Mike. Yeah...
~ Oh, it's football.
~ I almost killed the DVD player. Key word there is almost. It froze and I was like: uh-oh eternal screenshot of ditzy alien hunters lololol.
~ Frickin' end of summer and the clocks changing and all sortsa confusing stuff. I actually put my clocks fowards and thought: nope, that can't be right. So then I but them back and thought: yeah, that seems weird too. So I compromised by changing the one on my phone to Daylight Savings and the one in my bedroom I left as BST and oooommmmggg I actually have no idea what time it is anymore. >.>
~ X Factor is making me lol to the extreme. I don't know how they can take it seriously as a singing competition any more when they keep voting people through because they have a cute smile/say please/make people laugh. You might as well vote Gwen ♥ the winner of X Factor 2009 and put up with a load of high pitched miaowing instead of... a load of high pitched miaowing.
~ Half term. And I still have no idea about the Extended Project. I don't want to start work on something only to have Vanessa say: "Sure that's a lot of writing and it is exremely epic but YOU CAN'T DO YOUR EXTENDED PROJECT ON TH
"You can do the Extended Project on anything you want... Except for what you want to do."
- Where in the world:A Village
Godsakes I am unfairly tired :/ That may not be a word but here I go with the nonsensical grammar and assorted shiz.
I owe Anna some moneys for alcohol. Uh oh, because I won't see her again before the party and I'm never gonna remember to take money from the bank, what with the havoc of finding Becky Brown's house and all. So, yeah, I'll just bring some sweet things instead, and pay her back some other time.
YAY Half term. It rocks. Also: HAIR CUT YAAAYS. On Thursday, if all goes to plan with the booking of appointment that shall transpire on the morrow. And then imma go
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zebede's house so she can tell me if my hairstyle looks utterly retarded =oNANOWRIMO!!!!!! Idea. Random British excursion of the mind in which the awesome/musical/English main character does something of an equally awesome calibre and therefore everything included in the novel is awesome. Except exposition, because I go on for days when one simple sentence would suffice. I believe that is called 'articulate' >.<
OMG, so, in English Language today, we did sentence structure and conjunctives. No exaggerating, I still have the notes from when I did this when I was 10. Oddly enough, the English Language hasn't changed and so I got a bit bored what with finishing an hour-long task in 2 minutes. But (additionaly; in addition to this; however etc... =P) there was this never-before-known-to-me student teacher sharing my desk and we got chatting as I am an A2 student and therefore instantly bored/offended by a class of ickle first years. Anyway, turns out she loves weird literature too! We got talking about The Wasp Factory (don't even ask how...) and then she gave me a title of another of his books to read...
... called Whit. I was like: omg-roflcopter-lolocaust (in the words of the great combination that is Laura and Becky). Same name as my wonderfully weird short story but, according to Amazon.co.uk, not the same plot at all.
But still, Whit is a universally awesome and weird name. Yays.
And it has just occured to me in the last few seconds that I should write the sequel to Whit as my NaNoWriMo piece...
yuh-huh...
'Cept I lack a title. The closest I got, before giving up on the alternating-first-person-format was The Little Cooper Girl (because after 'Smith', 'Miller', 'Carter' etc. I was stuck on Victorian rural working class trade surnames). It was supposed to show the obsession with Whit, but then I realised that the story wasn't majorly about Whit (but I did write in there that everything the group of kids do is related to Whit somehow). And then I had another idea, somefink to do with remembering to fly, or some Garden-of-Eden-Adam-and-Eve-birth-of-tim
( more ranting on this in which I try to find an adequate replacement surname for 'COOPER' )
I seem to have disregarded everything I supposedly learnt in English Language today (and everything I spent English Literature ranting about).
- Minor or Major:
Clumsy
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