Waffles ho

I gave Sammie her SHIT LIST in English today, along with the Hottie Horatio card that I'm certain she enjoyed. :] But she came down with Ebola (:P) halfway through so I was reading 1984 one my ownsome and sans the Two Hour Bitch. Art was très très très très boring, writing about Matisse - STILL. Ugh, crap.

Chemistry NAB! I thought it was difficult ;__; and I'm certain photosynthesis is biochemistry and I'll get the mark. Ha! And darn excess problems. I'm not interested in one gramme of magnesium reacting with a gazillion moles of oxygen.

Oh, and thank god those pomegranates in my locker aren't producing fungal spores.

Sigur Rós

It was Birthday Seasons again and I purchased what I needed to get. I'm sure it's an excellent present, and will produce hilarious effects. Of course, our attempts beforehand to track down Fat "The Scream" Amanda Stalker (FTSAS). Yes, I did just make that up but it is true.

Ah well, I did nothing particularly interesting today. English was fine, Xiang has moved to our table whilst is alright, I suppose. Hilarity will ensue; "Tittyfucks" et al.

Art was fine, I finally got my sketchbook back but I really cannot be bothered drawing anything more. I need some inspiriation. Not Fauve, thank you kindly. But it's always really funny in art because of Eeeeeeeve and her make-up. And there's always subliminal humour because of the gossip at "BOHO". Her hands were laughable today. ;_;

DOUBLE MATHS! Rien intéressante. Angus était abscent, merci dieu. Donc je n'ai pas bloquer son visage. Ha. Xiang et Aidan a été rejetés, qui était hilarants. Excuser l'impair français ;_; Je manquer français un petit.

I will leave you with this pleasant song. ^_^

Brosandi
Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
nema þú stendur

Rennblautur
Allur rennvotur
Engin gúmmístígvél
Hlaupandi í okkur ?
Vill springa út úr skel

Vindur í
og útilykt ? af hárinu þínu
Ég lamdi eins fast og ég get
með nefinu mínu
Hoppa í poll
Í engum stígvélum
Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)
Í engum stígvélum

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp

Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp

Image, Image

Thanks Blogger, you're a real fucking help. I'll piss in your coffee.

I can seriously not be fucking assed re-typing the entire post I wrote that you fucking never saved. Yes, YOU.

So, instead of that, I'm going to listen to this:

Combi

Doctor Turner keeps referencing documentaries and Sammie and I cannot help ourselves but laugh. Saying that, neither can Holly next to use who giggles when the word "sex" is mentioned. Oh, and shame on us: We've scarred Paula with our talkings of people. We're doing 1984, which isn't as bad as I had first suspected.

Our artwork is being assessed sometime this week, and I've practically done everything. Still need an object for my still life, which isn't the most exciting of tasks. I thought a mask, but my mum's are all freaky. There is a nice one, but I don't want to take it anyway. So I just end up spending time browsing flickr and Veer for an idea.
Okay, pomegranates, passion fruit and wine it is. :]

These are really the only two interesting subjects I have, tbh. That's why they get the most reports.

"Photographing a cake can be art" —Irving Penn

Yas!

NameThatDrug.com - Test your drug knowledge

Someone's Not Being Who They Usually Are

And that's pretty annoying.

The other one should perish.

Thinkings

"I wonder what she's thinking."

On my travel across the city, I couldn't help but stare out and think philosophically. Yeah. Anyway, the south cide of the city is really rather derelict. I'm sure I seen some prostitutes, which reminded me of the hitch hiker on FOB.

*Laughs at taps*

Dyssomnia

"Attempting to force oneself through 9–5 life with DSPS has been compared to constantly living with 6 hours of jet lag." There's not melatonin in my system.

The school obviously fails to notice that I keep falling asleep in class and that I am ocassionaly late. They probably think I'm being lazy, the bastards. It's that arse in the office.

Nothing interesting has happened lately, doing poetry in English which is far better than The Crucible. Art: I've moved onto pastel which I utterly utterly detest. Biology: Moved onto respiration and the Kreb Cycle, finally! No more enzymes >_> Even though I liked that because it was easy.

No one seems to notice that the formula for energy content is the exact same formula for enthalpy. Which, technically, it is, but everyone is oblivious to it. And they [probably] say I am sleepy/lazy/unaware.

Next People:
• November 6th
• December 19th
• January 16th

Costumes!

I'm already worrying about this Children In Need, 2007 (which is Friday, 16th November, by the way, foo') thing, and have been researching costumes. So I shall just go as a Roman, and I wish they'd announce when we need to have our costumes in/or if we're even doing it this year; since I am ordering mine from the US. ¬_¬

He looks like Tony from Skins.

Crack

I will kill that ugly junkie.

The Monologues

Chiefly, I was late to arrive in school and was worried that Gryffy would give me into a row (how archaic) for being late as he has already sent a letter home to me the previous year. (My mother calls him Mr. Gryffindor, and we frequently laugh about him.) But we're learning about patterns in the period table which is a bit boring, even coming from someone who enjoys and can tolerate chemistry. He did say "Buckyball" in his accent though.

Art was rather boring also, as I've been told to continually texturize my painting, but I can't keep doing that when I'm not even finished! Painting is annoying. But I like my painting because I love the blend of cold colours it has. It reminds me of Mint Skittles.

Biology, just sitting doing questions for 50 minutes. For the remainder, Miss Fyfe asked us to come up with an idea on how to revise for biology. I suggested we make a Trivial Pursuit (this was only in my head). We've also to bring in minor Halloween costumes for the 1st November!

English has gotten much better. I love poetry. Especially olden-days type. I shall certainly not be doing The Crucible in the final exam; it's boring and de-rails a lot. Me and Sammie have discovered that we're really boring and watch lots of documentaries about Wolf Boys and Hairy People.

In maths, the most oddest thing I heard Mr. Barr say was "Yes, her top's a beautiful colour, but it seems to be homosexuals who like those colours". Yeah. I was rather schocked actually; just seems odd/twisted for a man of Barr's age or persona to utter the word "homosexual".

On my arrival home, I was devistated to realise Steve has left Placebo.

C18H21NO3

I feel rather awful. I have a migraine which I normally get at least once a year, and my eyes are all puffy. I can't even look at lights. Utter malaise. The codeine is working though, which I felt slightly refreshed. Oh well. ;_;

Doo-Hickeys

"He stores his testicles in his medical cabinet."
"It's a Frankenpussy!"
"Wash it, then put it back in your little doo-hickey."

Taps!

The toilet is working again! I have flush capacities in the cistern. I've had to use a large red bucket to flush away waste, feeling like a Victorian Pleb (yes, it's geographically impossible).

I've found this.

The Shit List

Today―and yesterday―it was revealed that I am a part time alcoholic, who is best at hosting parties, whose chef alter-ego is Gary Rhodes and knows lots of Placebo lyrics. Tickle, bless thee.

Autumn break shenanigans: Nothing much has happened, to be honest. I went into town on two seperate occasions and purchased past papers on les maths et le chimie (pas sur le Français, peux j'ajouter!). Oh! And on the More4 adverts, there is Robbie Coltrane in drag wearing lipstick.

In other gatherings, there have been copious visits form the Policía to my neighbours house. On one ocassion tonight, the [M] stated that he couldn't answer the door because "he wasn't allowed to get off the bed".

I've decided that I shall make a "Shit List" on the people I have to take revenge on, inspiried by the idea from Urban Outfitters. Currently, there's two things on it.

I'll go back to watching "The Best of Triggy Happy TV" now.

Gàidhlig Beag air Bheag

Halò. Ciamar a tha sibh fhein, bloghlig? An diugh: Sgìre-sgoile cunntais, comhairle e Cézanne. Leig dhiot! ;_;

Baile mhòir e nachadh chlàraidh.

'S e oileanach a th' annam. An e draibhear-laraidh a th' annad?

Math with a Smile

Well, the Slut Hut was [temporarily; Wednesday afternoons, supported study] disbanded today, as certain people were being noisy. And his annoyance at our homework results. Because of all this, the entire class needs to sit where they say last year. Unfortunately for me, someone else is sitting on my seat and I need to sit next to the like of Juliette x_x. This is worse than being on the Jeremy Kyle show.

I cannot be assed with "physical education" tomorrow.

Ooft! Must dash, CSI's on! Shame on you if you don't know who the above is.

It's That Time of The Year Again

Yes, that does mean it's Christmas shopping. Don't blame me, blame M&S. It was them that already have their Haloween stuff out! >.> Anyway, I got Amy's which she better enjoy, but I think she shall. It is very good.

You must tell me what you want.

I want the Penis Pokey book...

New Yorken

I miss 42nd Street. ;_;
I miss the lady who helped me find John's Pizzeria on Bleeker Street. ;_;
I miss Hershey Lady. ;_;

I'm just going to keep making the microwave bing by bringing the dial back and fro again.

My VERY ANGRY AURA is going to make me impolde. Oh my gash. ARGH!

Prolapse

My neighbour [F] just said "Shite, shite, shite!" then the other [M] vomited. I heard him valvular regurgitating.

UNEEDMEMORETHANINEEDU at 2.14am is the way to live.