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.

The Grinch.

The title has no relevance to the content, I should note, I just enjoy that film immensely. SO how are we all? As I cannot hear your response I am going to presume you said good and so I am glad. Today has been rather blunt, I suppose, for want of a better adjective. Rachel questioned exactly how a day can be blunt, I suppose you just have to experience a blunt day to realise that not all days are prolonged, agonising conversations mixed in with a few smiles and few tears, so sums up her week. Don't worry I haven't offended her, she admits it.
Anyhow, we have been establishing our musical influences via youtube and have learnt the existence of some life changing acts thanks to eachother.
Song of the moment? Falling Slowly, from the film Once. Also, Just Impolite by Plushgun. If you have heard neither then do, they may just give you chills.

Oh dear.

Begrudgingly left to mindlessly shop as I was stupid enough to NOT attach my english coursework to an email I sent myself. Ironically, I called my drama teacher a 'prick' within said email (yes, I'm well aware that's an entirely different subject), in context it seemed fair enough, but on reflecting, it does seem a little unnecessary...Not that he would ever have read it. On a brighter note, I managed to find the perfect present for Rachel for a certain holiday that I am anxious to mention due to ignorance of when is 'too early'. We should have a national 'From Today it's Reasonable to Mention Christmas/Put Up Christmas Lights/Play Christmas Music/Show Christmas Adverts' day. I suppose they've avoided such a day to avoid long notices...besides, companies seem to indulge in annoying the general public by putting Christmas adverts on ALL YEAR.
Anywho, a certain person has caused some confusion. I do not understand them in the slightest and yet, although I am fully aware of their capabilities, I am facsinated, if not addicted to them. He has a strange quality that makes you want to be near him, and hear what he has to say, then common sense begins screaming at you to RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN. I seem to be indulging in capitals rather a lot don't I? Oh well, I suppose this is one of those little interesting things that will of course, go nowhere, but it keeps you glued to what will happen next. Sort of like X Factor.

How my world works.

I would like to know the answer to that very question in fact. But seeing as there is no 'Guide to Lily Mae' in the vicinity, I will have to ramble on till I find a deeper meaning to myself without the aid of a glossary or an index, neither of which would help in any case.
So, what is a seventeen year old doing blogging on the web? I find myself asking...myself. I would love to be able to express how I feel on a blank page to an invisible audience, however I can't even see it on my 'brain screen'. Furthermore, I don't really think a blog encompassing my troubled teenage angst against the world and bitterness towards, oh, inumerable things would make interesting reading. So I will write about a new cafe that I discovered today with Rachel.
'The Boston Tea Party', beginning with an incredible name, contained copious amounts of rather large cakes, teas, coffees, and general 'cafe' neccessities, including great big, comfy, leather sofas, which, in my mind, are essential. Rachel and I stumbled across this magical cafe (which is open until seven on a Sunday...I had even said not ten minutes before that we needed a coffee shop that did just that) whilst strolling the streets of Worcester after a rather greasy dominoes. We found ribena-coloured tea, rainbow cupcakes and ginger beer, much to our delight, in full supply amongst the other goodies on display. After claiming the great big, comfy, leather sofas for our own, not that we took them home, we gazed toward to the ceiling to find an Amelia Earhart style aeroplane in flight mode above our heads. This yellow wonder added to the atmosphere and prompted Rachel to exclaim 'I think this must be what America feels like!', I highly doubt that.
Considering I had eaten a pizza AND a dominoes waffle, I consider it a great achievement that i managed to wolf down a giant cupcake, complete with mountain of icing.
Now I have little to say, other than I am in love...with a cafe.

Till next time.