There has been an absence of postings. At least almost a month. This calls for a decent post. Let's put this into perspective in the oh-so-CV-style of recent to latest.
There's been no big issues related to my education. Too many essays for art; not enough in English. Oh and prelims. UGH. I kinda know most things except for English. I should really finish that past paper and write an essay. And I want to go on and do history of art. Stupid Glasgow Uni website is rubbish -- doesn't tell you anything.
Kaa! Ba boop ba dada!
I'll be visiting the States again in March. This means nice food for me, ie. stuff I can't afford from Dean & DeLuca and Cucina & Co. But, meh, I'll be on in holiday. I will buy the pocket watch (hopefully -- I might just keep it for myself, Amy >.>) and Lucky Charms (yes, you'll get them). And generally more buying of stuff. Oh yes, and DS games for half the price they are here. 8o|:S
(I turn over and look at the TV and find that there's an Indian man putting a giant pole through his cheek.)
I've gotten into The Kills. New album I must buy on 10 March, I believe; I'll trust HMV. OH, and the bitches The Daily Mail reported they were touring! Why wasn't I informed?! I'll be seeing Panic at the Disco in March too. (They've removed the exclamation mark; March is a rapt month.)
(On the TV: Cleft lip and palate.)
I've applied for Barista at Starbucks. Aim high, people.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
La De Da
I don't think I've ever been this bored in a long time. And I'm waiting for Sammie to get back on MSN so I can meet her for Tesco! It's 5pm and already dark. Hopefully I'll feel a little bit better for tomorrow. Eeks.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Joyeux Noël
What a good time, I mainly got money. At least the tumble drier never went on fire, I never choked on the turkey and I never fell down the stairs. On Boxing Day I managed to purchase numerous paraphernalia. You will enjoy the below carol.
Que du bon temps, j'ai surtout eu l'argent. Au moins le sèche linge ne sont jamais allés sur le feu, je n'ai jamais étouffé sur la turquie et je n'ai jamais tombé en bas de l'escalier. Le lendemain de Noël, j'ai réussi à acheter de nombreux accessoires. Vous va voir ci-dessous le carol.
J'ai seulement ajouté dans ce afin de le rendre plus intéressant. Mais si vous avez lu cette j'ai ensuite assumer ce moyen c'est une phrase ne figurait pas dans l'original. Smarties seul avez la réponse.
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
Oh, yeah.
Que du bon temps, j'ai surtout eu l'argent. Au moins le sèche linge ne sont jamais allés sur le feu, je n'ai jamais étouffé sur la turquie et je n'ai jamais tombé en bas de l'escalier. Le lendemain de Noël, j'ai réussi à acheter de nombreux accessoires. Vous va voir ci-dessous le carol.
J'ai seulement ajouté dans ce afin de le rendre plus intéressant. Mais si vous avez lu cette j'ai ensuite assumer ce moyen c'est une phrase ne figurait pas dans l'original. Smarties seul avez la réponse.
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
Oh, yeah.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Ah-hahahaha
Lol at sweaty people at that dance.
People are unflattering, I do not see the point; making an utter idiot of oneself.
And those stupid arses better not start nagging at me for being late when other people stagger in half-cut at noon. And they're racist. I've seriously giving up caring now.
You do what you want applies here.*
* - Does not include illegal activities, any cause of endangerment, or gliding under the age of 16.
People are unflattering, I do not see the point; making an utter idiot of oneself.
And those stupid arses better not start nagging at me for being late when other people stagger in half-cut at noon. And they're racist. I've seriously giving up caring now.
You do what you want applies here.*
* - Does not include illegal activities, any cause of endangerment, or gliding under the age of 16.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
...
I am officially living in fear, and I have a chemistry presentation to do on polyacetylene. Yas. Here, have a picture.
The jacket potatoes are ready!
Also, I've noticed that the Mars advent calendars are the exact same design as last year. >_>
The jacket potatoes are ready!
Also, I've noticed that the Mars advent calendars are the exact same design as last year. >_>
Friday, November 23, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Helium Whore
Aaah! What a lovely day I've had to-day. >_> I'm starting to write like that. Anyway, I went into town with Samantha and Hayley. Firstly, we seen a man in a pretty floral shirt and skinny jeans, and seriously could not resist the temptation of stalking him. That lasted until Kelvingbridge underground to J. Sainsbury's' checkouts. We were distracted by Granny Knittings on Innocent smoothie bottles and Christmas cakes.
Afterwards, we went into Virgin (I refuse to call it by its current name, as such) and looked for a film and realised we were running a bit late for our rendez-vous with Hayley. Meeting in Borders, we were attracted to the magazine section, only to find subtle old-men-gay-porn and mens' fashion magazines. (Dirty faces are in.) We then spent about, perhaps, three hours in the humour section...
Onto Starbucks, in which Samantha got a steak panini and covered Nicole Kidman's face with steak, caramelised onions, and peppers (also covered in Monterey Jack cheese). We then got lost in the Childrens section briefling and I bought Orwell notes.
It was raining! So we ran up into the galleries and I forged a label in H&M for a fucking excellent winter hat. I love it. I think it made my day. Haaa, then we went into Birthday's and bought a helium balloon and inhaled it like junkie to herion. I make good Gryffy impersonation on helium, I may say.
Urban Outfitters are looking for Christmas staff @_@ I may apply. HA.
Afterwards, we went into Virgin (I refuse to call it by its current name, as such) and looked for a film and realised we were running a bit late for our rendez-vous with Hayley. Meeting in Borders, we were attracted to the magazine section, only to find subtle old-men-gay-porn and mens' fashion magazines. (Dirty faces are in.) We then spent about, perhaps, three hours in the humour section...
Onto Starbucks, in which Samantha got a steak panini and covered Nicole Kidman's face with steak, caramelised onions, and peppers (also covered in Monterey Jack cheese). We then got lost in the Childrens section briefling and I bought Orwell notes.
It was raining! So we ran up into the galleries and I forged a label in H&M for a fucking excellent winter hat. I love it. I think it made my day. Haaa, then we went into Birthday's and bought a helium balloon and inhaled it like junkie to herion. I make good Gryffy impersonation on helium, I may say.
Urban Outfitters are looking for Christmas staff @_@ I may apply. HA.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wogan?
Ugh, yes, it was Children In Need today. And I had to go as Caesar which wasn't that bad since everyone knew who I was. Yeah. But I arrived in with some skankho ned who bored holes in your eyes. State of her instead >_> So I just went down to my locker prematurely and hung about there until the bell had rang, pretending I was looking in my locker interminably. Then we got buckets, badges etc etc. Finally we left after Xiang took forever to get dressed in his ele-funk costume.
We just walked along and gloriously begged off people en route to Kelvinbridge Subway. We meet a cheeky bastard of a germ. In case he's forgetting, we're in his maths class... Then we met a little bit of a perversion of an obsessed Terry Wogan fan, selling an Elvis Presley autograph. I thought I'd never mention that name on my blog. T_T
In town was rather dreadful, just walking the freezing cold in three t-shirts, a toga and a purple overall. Oh, and a wreath. After all that shenanigans, we just arrived back in the west end a begged some more; only I was absolutely starving and I had to resort to a latté and a nice [turn out to be utterly vile as it was GLUTEN-FREE X_X] egg mayo sandwhich.
After all that, we returned and were transformed into Scrooges and counted all the coppers! We altogether raised £4620, if I remember correctly. I thought it would have been better if we counted each individual bucket...
I went home and retired to by bed, aaah.
We just walked along and gloriously begged off people en route to Kelvinbridge Subway. We meet a cheeky bastard of a germ. In case he's forgetting, we're in his maths class... Then we met a little bit of a perversion of an obsessed Terry Wogan fan, selling an Elvis Presley autograph. I thought I'd never mention that name on my blog. T_T
In town was rather dreadful, just walking the freezing cold in three t-shirts, a toga and a purple overall. Oh, and a wreath. After all that shenanigans, we just arrived back in the west end a begged some more; only I was absolutely starving and I had to resort to a latté and a nice [turn out to be utterly vile as it was GLUTEN-FREE X_X] egg mayo sandwhich.
After all that, we returned and were transformed into Scrooges and counted all the coppers! We altogether raised £4620, if I remember correctly. I thought it would have been better if we counted each individual bucket...
I went home and retired to by bed, aaah.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Whooping Cough
I feel quite warm and cozy inside. It can't be said for the outside. I probably have Whooping Cough, even though I haven't been sick in about four years. Getting sick is for pansies! Thank you, Monica. >_>
I can't remember that much of what happened today.
I can't remember that much of what happened today.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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.
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.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
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
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
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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:
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:
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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
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
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
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*
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*
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