Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood.

I'm feeling dazed and confused..and confused and dazed. I have no idea why so I thought heyyyy here's an outstandingly ingenius idea, write until your subconscious bring out what you're down about! The lazy persons way to an insight into your soul? Perhaps. I just hope it works.
I suppose I could just be hormononal..or perhaps I have become over run with my disorderly eating, it sounds better than eating disorder ALRIGHT!! Anyhow I suppose I am a little let down because plans changed at the last minute, but I can't be mad as it was always a possibility, it just depended on whether or not tickets were available..either way, I still can't be mad because he's really excited about going to watch the football and I want him to be happy so it is, how they say, 'all good'.
I suppose I could be stressed what with exams rapidly approaching, a lack of funding for my gap year, a lack of confirmation for my work experience..and I'm a terrible procrastinator so have yet to do some absolutely sound revision..which is TERRIBLE. Things are piling (sp??) up..what with a worry of something I'd rather not post that would COMPLETELY change my life, whether for the better or not is uncertain. I don't know I'm sure.
I have a lack of confidence in myself at the moment, my mind seems to be lacking in wit and sharp edged synicsm which I normally have by the bucket load, even though I tend to keep it to myself, so arguably had none in the first place, but i disagree. Everything seems surreal at the moment, a lot of philosophical dealings are occuring between the all too inactive chemicals in my brain and it tires me out. They are things that do not need to be questioned, and yet, I am compelled to do so all the same.

I am in need of chocolate, therefore I am evil.

Well, well, long time no see. I just created a group on facebook and aren't we feeling special! Not as special as is humanly possible due to my dedication to Lent which, although I'm not religious, I thought I could use for my benefit. I have decided to cut out all junk food that could not be regarded as a main, so what did my well-meaning mother hand me today?
A creme egg.
The God of all snack food.
I am proud to say I resisted and it is comfortably sat on my desk, waiting for Easter to rear it's head and for it's destiny of 'goo' to be fulfilled. Does anyone actually understand the creme egg adverts? Watching suicidal eggs popping a cork on a champagne bottle they are stood on to end up splattered on the ceiling does not particularly make me crave one, it has to be said. I bet that advert was designed on the 'lets let the one that can't think pitch an idea, whilst smoking pot, so we are more likely to say yes, thus making him feel good about himself'. Yes, I doubt that day exists aswell.
Ooh, fourteen members withing an hour, how thrilling!
I really should get out more. That said, it IS nine o'clock..

The Losing and the Lost.

If she is reading this, and I doubt she will be now, I am in the process of losing her. If she is not, she is lost.
It is always sad losing a friend, no matter what the reasoning behind it is. Although we would both admit we weren't 'sisters', we spent six hours most saturdays laughing about general late teenage girl things. I don't blame her in the slightest, others have tried to convince me I'm not a bitch but I don't see it.

I lost her.

No Name.

Ah! Hello there, enjoy your *insert activity here*? Yes? Good. I believe I'm the *only* person in the world who hates being asked about christmas. You have to repeat 'oh yes, it was lovely' too many times and its lies. A truthful answer would be 'Well, after stuffing myself with unatural amounts of food and not being able to move for the rest of the afternoon, I had to play three hours of monopoly with my over competetive brother, does that answer your question?'
No, no my christmas was perfectly lovely, if not a little unproductive.
My school was closed due to some strange white fluffy stuff from the sky, local news teams are naming it 'snow'. It creeks like old floorboards when you walk on it and is highly unatural. Unless you're Siberian (apparently one school there only closes unless it's minus 50..you can't imagine, i thought minus one was effing cold). I had a wonderful time sledging and doing general 'snow activities' with Rachel, Rachel (yes, there are two), Dan, Piers and Jack. Overall was generally happy with this snow for about..a day. I hate having nothing to do, therfore, school being closed for LONGER was absolutely horrible.
Oh well, it's over now. The nightmare has melted away.

Make a man out of it.

Under normal circumstances, I love snow. You can make things out of it and even bombard annoying kids from across the roads without slapping yourself with some sort of ASBO. Today, however, it falls to my dismay as it means we cannot attend the panto in Brum.'Oh yes you can!' I hear you cry, and I plead you to stop trying to be funny, it comes across as a 'Dad' joke, which, in my household, is not exactly comedic genius. I was looking forward to our family trip, but frozen roads means 'DANGER DO NOT USE!!!' according to my families 'safe driving' rules.
To my further annoyance, the theatre will not refund or exchange our tickets and, so, we will not be going to a panto this year, which we do every year. I was hoping this trip would get me in a more christmassy mood, as I haven't felt it especially yet. I suppose The Grinch and more christmas songs are my best efforts left towards that wonderful, warm, sugar-plum feeling that I miss so terribly.
I think I am to challenge my brother to a battle royale with the cold weapon from the sky. Wish my luck, I salute you.

Thrrrrrust.

And so ends Chicken Run. Blogging? At this late hour? What has my life come to? Once again, I shall asume you are all well as, judging from the fact you are reading this, you are probably alive, and that is all that matters.
I had a magically christmassy (is that a word?) day today; we traveled to Brum to a soundtrack of christmas songs, then it started snowing and I went christmas shopping. It was ever so lovely. I, being a rather odd child, decided i wanted an icecream on possibly the coldest day so far. My body had a wonderful time trying to get warm again. 'No matter', I thought, 'I will visit Urban Outfitters and spend enough money to feed a small African village.' I did just that, but not on myself. I was also rather flabbergasted (great word, no?) to find the present I had spent £4.50 more from buying online, due to extortionate postage. As is life in Britain.
I just have one last thought, a couple of things I want on a t-shirt in relation to Twilight; Either 'Team Edward
Doing it right since 1860'
OR
'Team Jacob
Doing it doggy style'
I found it quite funny, if not a tad crude, that those came from my wit.
Oh dear, I really have hit a low...

Nearly Free

Till Wednesday this week I am confined, like most of the youth of Britain, to spend my days in school, amongst the few and frivolous students of RGSW. Frivolous does seem an odd word to descride private school pupils, but there you have it. I wandered the premises today pondering on just how the weather can be so damn cold without any snow whatsoever. It just doesn't seem fair really. It did, however, give me a rather good excuse for a white hot chocolate to 'warm my hands' from the walk back to school.
My english teacher gave me an awful situatuion today; having expected him to have looked through my coursework for me over the weekend (having previously said he would have marked it for Friday) and, so, be able to confidently reword it during the double last thing, I was mortified to discover that he had nor would be doing such a thing. Apparently the board do not approve of it, even though my other english teacher does exactly that...Ultimately, I had just under an hour to hand in my final draft, signed and delivered. I'm still fretting now.
Seeing as how I have nothing more to say, till next time.