It is in such a state! And considering there is pretty much nothing in here, thats bad. I should clean it, and I will. But I just can NOT be bothered right now. Why can't I be bothered?
Something amazing has happened.
I don't know how. I shall not question it.
My vodafone, compoletly useless, slow as my maths teachers mind dial up connection has quickened its tawdry little speed and now I can watch youtube with only a moment of waiting! And what am I watching? My new love, Joan Of Arcadia [although she is so not sixteen. Pffft]
Sveet.
My other new found love is of course Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and I am led to believe that Nathan owns that. Unless everytime I have been in his room this year I have either imagined it, or been drunk. Which I am pretty sure I have never been considering I am there at 4.30 after a long day spent, not in a pub/club/houseparty with a bottle in my hand, which yes, would be fun, but in a dark crowded school of "Greenies" expanding my education and creating my future. All in a day's work.
I am going to fail it all because I accidentally got off the "Good Student Who Studies Hard Train" about 2 years ago. My new shoes make that all worthwhile though.
My lips are sore, and I don't know why, and the only other time they have eer felt like this was 2 years ago atfter going to see The Frames so Im sensing a link between now and then because both times I was out the day before and both times I boycotted the use of glasses. I wouldnt mind, if it isnt such a bitch when I'm eating cashew nuts. The salty fuckers.
It has really annoyed me how the clocks went forward an hour last night because even though I knew this I completely ignored it when I set the video for Joan of Arcadia last night. Good thing I am such a freak when it omes to the video recorder and always set it at least 40 minutes early because for some reasin the scheduale may be wrong and where would I be then? So I only missed the first 5 minutes, although that included teh theme tune, which I was crushed about untill I realised I could just watch it on youtube whenever the freak I want. Well, except when I am at school or sleeping.
Easter has sucked, but I have downloaded loads of splendid songs, from such shows as Greys Anatomy, One Tree Hill, Supernatural and Skins.
I really love this new found speed.
Jane, you rule. Why thank you Déan, so do you. I do believe! Splendid! Marvellous! I say!
Gone
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
The weather outside is frightful!
but one should never question a girl who has decided to wear her surf shorts for the day! Its insanity, and Im doing it because I want to!
I write this, as a last hope. Something terrible is happening to me and I dont know what I have done to deserve this or how to stop it.
Technology is turning against me. I am being forced back into 1990's Janeworld, and Im not liking it. All my favoured forms of entertainment have been taken out.
It started with my mobile. I thought nothing of it, oh, a mobile! Thats not too bad! Armed with my 2005-no-camera-or-even-mp3-tone-phone from Catherine, I soldiered on. A new phone woulr come my way eventually, right? No. I went into tesco, and they were out of the one model I had set my sights upon. I would have thought nothing of it if it hadnt been for other signs.
Initially, my lava lamp popped out.
Last week under suspicious circumstances my shower radio mysteriously fell and the tuning dial smashed off. I now have to endure the sounds of Lyric FM as I brush my teeth.
Three nights ago my fan heater blew up, forcing me to return to the depths of my bed huddling for warmth.
Saturday, Saturday was the kicker. On Saturday my beloved ipod Noah was cruelly taken from me due to a fault in its hard drive. I am to return to it tomorrow to recieve an update on its health, but I fear the worst.
I dont know why this is happening to me. One by one all my 21st century equipment has been smited from me. I now fear for the welfare of my laptop Sunny, camera Tristan, and most of all my Geroge Foreman grill, George.
If anyone has any information, please contact me. I'm the nervous wreck desperately clutching the light up pen at the bus stop.
On another note, I am screeeeeeweeeeed for my blodge test amarach. C'est la vie!!
I write this, as a last hope. Something terrible is happening to me and I dont know what I have done to deserve this or how to stop it.
Technology is turning against me. I am being forced back into 1990's Janeworld, and Im not liking it. All my favoured forms of entertainment have been taken out.
It started with my mobile. I thought nothing of it, oh, a mobile! Thats not too bad! Armed with my 2005-no-camera-or-even-mp3-tone-phone from Catherine, I soldiered on. A new phone woulr come my way eventually, right? No. I went into tesco, and they were out of the one model I had set my sights upon. I would have thought nothing of it if it hadnt been for other signs.
Initially, my lava lamp popped out.
Last week under suspicious circumstances my shower radio mysteriously fell and the tuning dial smashed off. I now have to endure the sounds of Lyric FM as I brush my teeth.
Three nights ago my fan heater blew up, forcing me to return to the depths of my bed huddling for warmth.
Saturday, Saturday was the kicker. On Saturday my beloved ipod Noah was cruelly taken from me due to a fault in its hard drive. I am to return to it tomorrow to recieve an update on its health, but I fear the worst.
I dont know why this is happening to me. One by one all my 21st century equipment has been smited from me. I now fear for the welfare of my laptop Sunny, camera Tristan, and most of all my Geroge Foreman grill, George.
If anyone has any information, please contact me. I'm the nervous wreck desperately clutching the light up pen at the bus stop.
On another note, I am screeeeeeweeeeed for my blodge test amarach. C'est la vie!!
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