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Parts made in Northumberland, assembled in Dorset, raised on Tesco Value Tinned Spaghetti, saved by Texas and Napper's Mite Cafe. When given a guitar named Bonny May of Berwick and a hat, she accidentally ventured into La La Land. She was rescued by Zebra Soap ad now swings about in gratitude.

Thursday, 30 September 2010

If life ain't just a joke then why are we laughing?



Only one more day til the weekend.

And then work.

And rugby.

And the possibility of a party. =)


Champagne for a thousand miles



Went bike hunting after.

I've put a deposit on a stunningly beautiful '08 TGB 204 125cc =)

It's black and shiny =)

I've been waiting on my own too long




"And my mind is the
subject of these bewildered
fragments of my soul."

Monday, 27 September 2010

I know if destiny's kind


Je n'aime pas de ca.

Et ma frois est tres nul.


The boy... always.... looks.... sad.... when I see him =(


Gonna start a revolution from my bed







Life On Mars.

And homework.

And herbals.

And whiskey to help me sleep.

Coughing dreams.


Sunday, 26 September 2010

Look into your eyes, imagine life without you



Nice break from schooooool.

That..... stupid, stupid boy...

Disjoined, bewildered thoughts and vodka and cokes.

And no.... sleep.....

And the cigarette packet is empty and bare.

And empty.

And.... empty.



Friday, 24 September 2010

You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy


J'aime la poem: The Wild Swans at Coole, by WB Yeats.

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come apon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon these brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Archery on Thursday, dancing on a Friday night


Archery afterrrr.

Argued for the legalisation of cannabis in General Studies, along with The Revolution.

Amen, brothers!

Very dry and very political.
Taxes and death.


Monday, 20 September 2010

We're only liars, but we're the best


Had my first Soc lesson.

Twas... pretty shit. At least I was sat next to Chris =)

English.... fuckkkkkkk.

Laura [when the teacher asked our class to describe a character from a book who was well created]: "Fuck it. I'm choosing Edward Cullen. They can take their Jane Eyre's, and... their pompous... Heathcliff's..... I'm doing fucking Twilight. Better than that... I'm doing Bella. I think the way it's written in 1st person is... insightful, and... shit like that."


Sunday, 19 September 2010

Your lipstick stains

Rugbyyyy tackle practiceeeeee =) =) =)



Fuckload of homework, though =S

Ah, well.....

Some gems of lines at rugby:

"I'm gonna get another cat, and call it Jaffa. As in Jaffa Cake. Jaffa Cat."

"I woke up next to an unspecified, dismantled gate this morning, in the middle of some field. Of course I haven't had breakfast."

"And then.... I just chundered at the side of a rugby pitch."


Saturday, 18 September 2010

I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms

Workkkkk today.

A nice break from schoooooooool.

Very busy, but...


The non-boy becoming the boy gave me my iPod back =)

Brightened up my day.

The boy... Oh, that fucking boy....

Posted up a new chap for Motel Cabbage.

I now plan to get royally pissed.

Good day =)

Friday, 17 September 2010

I bet you are definitely in the top three good-looking girls on the street


If that's what the technical term for it is.

I played cards for.... 4 hours.

Oh, yeah.

Changed to Sociology.

No more Psycho, thank fuckkkkkk.


Went bike-hunting, but nothing.


The non-boy who is becoming the boy let me share his coffee.

He has my iPod.

And shall return it to me at work tomorrow.

Could be... interesting if he gives it to my.... boss.

Oh, the lyrics.

The bad-mouthed lyrics....

Yet it has all of my friend's music on it, not any of mine, so.... not so bad.

S'all..... OK.



Thursday, 16 September 2010

I'm falling straight for the clouds


New plan.

I shall change Psycho to.... Sociology.


What new shittiness is this?



Oh, yes.

Going to give it a month.

Two weeks are down.

Fingers crossed.

The boy....


Wednesday, 15 September 2010

I'm never forgiving this broken heart of mine


Fuck it all.

Someone brought in a bottle of spiked coke in Psycho.

Almost a shame I'm quitting.

But I bunked one lesson and showed loads of people how to play card games.

My conscience is oddly clean.

The boy.....?!

Can't wait for the weekend, the holidays, and the end of school.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars, I could really use a wish right now




Monday, 13 September 2010

What's it like in New York city?


Je deteste ca.


Fuck Psycho homework.

I shall carry on writing 'Real'.

Gem of a line in Psycho:
"Hi, I'm **** and I passed my CBT yesterday."
[awed] "She's a pedder!"


Sunday, 12 September 2010

Friday, 10 September 2010

And the most she will do is throw shadows at you


Asked to change Psycho to Graphics.

I can't put up with that bullshit any more.

There's this guy.

He's far too good for me.

He's lovely.

I... I'd love to, but I don't want to lose him.

And I would lose him.

Far too good for me.

Maybe one day.....

.... but probably not.


Thursday, 9 September 2010

The darkness there must come out to light

Really, seriously, actually debating quitting school. Or Psycho, at the very least.

I shall visit my beloved former graphics teacher, Mr Gillette, and ask if I can do graphics again.

If not, I shall ask my boss if I can work at least part-time.

C'est le plan de moi.

Then, when I have money, I shall buy a flat with a friend, and smoke all day on my days off, drink cheap vodka and Jack Daniels, and listen to Papa Roach: my favourite songs at the mo are Hollywood Whore and Scars.

Maybe some Example, too. And Eminem.


Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Who's bad?



Philosophy's pretty good.

English is OK.

But Psycho..... I shall quit, no doubt.

I came up with a wonderful line whilst gazing into space, willing to disappear:
"You don't need to remember me; I'm unforgettable."

Quote of the Day:
Me: "Did you just flounce?"
Sam: "Yes."
Me: "I'm jealous of your flounce. It was exceptional. I wish I could flounce like that."


Tuesday, 7 September 2010

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Got refused a temporary bus pass. For fuck's sake, I'm not paying a full year for a month's use. I shall take my business elsewhere.

Had English Lit and History x2. 2 frees. That's wrong, but.....

Met some new peeps.

I'm fucked.











I shall set up my fake I.D. and train ticket business with George. We shall be smoke and listen to Papa Roach forever.


It's always better on holiday, so much better on holiday, that's why we only work when we need the money


Back to school.

Fuckkkkkkkkkkk offffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

Already debating quitting.

Waitressing isn't all that bad....


Sunday, 5 September 2010

I'll spy like James Bond and die like King Kong


Oh, how I have missed being elbowed in the eye and nose, and being trodden on by my team-mates!

C'est la vie pour moi, je dis.

Parce que j'adode Monsiuer Norris.

I'm running away from this messed up place I'm breaking free, yeah yeah


Work today.

Got the date for my CBT: next sunday =)

It's weird knowing I won't be back at work til next Saturday. Stupid school.

I shall give 6th form a month, then I shall leave if it so suits me, and work at the restaurant until I discover my purpose in life.


Friday, 3 September 2010

Blue eyes, blue eyes, I can't deny those blue, blue eyes

Workkkk today.

New person started .

Was minding my own business, walking between the washing up room and the kitchen, when a tea towel flew out of nowhere, towards my face.

Then it hit this random passer-by.

Zach stuck his head round the wash-up room door, exchanged an 'alright, mate' convo with the guy he'd hit [apparently they knew each other so this was acceptable] before apologising to me for nearly hitting me. I retorted that I would have smashed his pretty face in had he done so. We're good =)

Really quiet at work. I made stencils for the cappuccinos =) They didn't work quite as well as planned, but.... room for improvement on another quiet day =)

Sneeze ->

<- Flower / Star

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Becoming who we are

Sixth form enrollment.


Had to take a day off work for it.

What crazy shizzle is that?

I don't even want to go.

I wouldn't mind working at the restaurant forever.... maybe.

Spent most of the day with Hannah, craving a cigarette. Still craving. Really, really craving. Eurghhhhhhh!

I'm gonna smoke some lettuce or something. Maybe that'll work.


Find the nearest girl, and ask her to dance


Work today, very busy.

Meal with work peoples, coz it was boss's 50th, manager's leaving, someone else's birthday.

Boss didn't show.

His son shared stories after a pint or two. Excellent.

Very enjoyable evening.

I had a veggie burger. Cajun in it. I can't pronounce.


Motion shot....

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you

Tuesday 31/8

Workkkk today!


A little bit o' writing done. A snippet:

"I hated facts, I mused, as we walked through the rain, hand-in-hand. I liked to mock facts, and by some means, prove them wrong."