THE FOOD COURT KNOWS ALL.

I did a play, the last 2 nights for my drama group and frankly I thought it was gunna be the worst performance ever, but according to my parents it was the best they have seen me.. err... perform as it were.


Maybe I thought I would epicly failed because personally I thought my character was an annoying bit-cuh. Also I have never been the main character before where I have to do sort of almost monologues. We did manage to skip parts that were just a bit crucial to the plot but ah well. It's kinda like we put in all the work just so we can feel incredibly relieve when it's over. heh.

I walk through the food court every morning on the way to school. I have now decided that the food court music depicts how the rest of my day shall pan out. One time they were playing "feel the love generation" and I had a really good day and then another time they were playing James Blunt and the day was pretty much crap.

I am completely logical and sensible. :D

Byeeee.
Eee.

It's a party... A birthday party.

I just had my birthday party.
It was pretty greeeat, we went bowling and choked on marshmallow saliva.
I got a giant toblerone -eats-

Questions you say!

So, I spoke with young Joe and he said I should go for it and make a blog answering questions given the fact he doesn't have time to. So check out my other blog.

Don't make this stop you from reading this blog, i shall continue with my not so witty banter and discuss my love for ice cubes.

Yehp,
so go there now.
and.
GIGGLEE.

October 30th celebrating another year past

I love birthdays, I cannot comprehend how people don't like birthdays. People are nice to you and you get hugs and gifts and weird hand-crafted cards made on hand towels, actually the latter is what I give to other people (after I have thrown up in their face and stolen their life supply of pens of course). It's a little ridiculous how much I'm looking forward to my birthday, though I'm like 99% sure that I am getting a camera since that's what I have been begging for since last year. This weekend is my small shaped birthday party, we are going bowling and playing pointless games which result in the consumption of mass candy. I should get people to play 'bob the chocolate' and laugh because they are now wet and dripping everywhere when I have clean dry delicious clothes that I can change into to. That's a lie actually, I don't have any clothes, just this wreaking pile of fabric that coats my floor.

Amusing story:
I was talking to my friend Yssie on msn. For some reason or another I said I would "rather eat carpet" and then I was going to say "mmmm tastes -insert colour here-" but when I looked down at my floor to discover the colour of my carpet I couldn't actually see my floor. A layer of clothes, towels, duvets and school books blocked my view, so I had to move a pile of festering waste to the side just to discover the colour of my carpet!!

But yes, birthdays are very fun and I enjoy them lots.
I wrote a list of 100 things I want for my birthday, look it, you can read it if you want. http://www.bebo.com/BlogView.jsp?MemberId=17763430&BlogId=7874987181

Buhbye kitty cat.

p.s. my carpet was green.

That Joseph Fellow.

I'm pretty sure that all of my blog profile views are because of Joe. Cause I know him and all, that makes me connected. I actually find it very upsetting that other friends of his have received creepy emails asking to be friends and to hear more about Joseph but I haven't. I'm not really that upset, though do feel free to ask me creepy questions about Joe, I can tell you of that one time when he chased a rainbow round the garden for hours on end and then ate 10 popsicles and didn't share a single one. You should follow me, I have wondrous tales some involve Joe, some involve unicorns.

If you actually have no idea who (or what) I'm talking about, it's Joe.. http://www.youtube.com/user/TheJoeFrom1993 He makes these things called 'vlogs' sometimes he is shirtless and has fake blood on his chest and sometimes he has little kitty whiskers and purrs when you tickle him under the chin.

Fareyewell Joe lovers of the forest.

The perfection introduction?

I think I know why all my other blogs have failed, because of the introduction, I don't know how to introduce myself. How are you meant to go up to people and make a first impression in about 30 seconds when you have had years and years of life which have formed you into the person you are now, and then that just sounds incredibly corny. I suppose if you had some kind of magical device which transmits all the information you want the person to know about you into their brain in 30 seconds.. But then you could just choose all the nice things that you have ever done, even if there is only 30 seconds of it and then the rest of your life you actually would spend your time stealing peoples felt tip pens and throwing up in their faces on purpose. But people would think you were really nice till they went to check their pencil case. I could try and say this all to you in the first 30 seconds of meeting you but then you would probably think I'm some sort of rambling loon who thinks it's possible to transmit information into other peoples brains at high speed in 30 seconds. But then how are we supposed to introduce ourselves? If we don't have some kind of automatic way of doing this nessness. What if you are ill at the time? Oh hey -coughsneezedies- I'm Dympna nice to -hercousghguhjy- meet you. I'm sure they will be overwhelmingly charmed by my running nose and violent coughing. Maybe you just went to the dentist and you have a temporary lisp, they will mock you about it for the rest of your acquaintanceship. Maybe it just happened to be the last day of the week and there were no clean clothes so you are wearing some old clothes that are a bit too small and smell like feet and they give you that sort of disgusted up and down look and then you get all offended though really they didn't actually notice the foot smell and the disgusted face was in no way deliberate. There are just too many variables that could happen, it's far safer to just socialize online. Though there are those ads on television saying "Don't let your children near a computer, they will immediately contact a pedophile to go and meet somewhere without telling you". Thus the internet is not safe either you could be seduced by 64 year old men (or women) and when you are doing your grand introduction, what if you make a fatal typo which makes you sound like the pedophile.

Basically, we shouldn't socialize, at all, ever.