sundays

are usually actually pretty pleasant - waking up at midday to a cup of tea and some repeats of missed television during the week. But today's been full of work, of which I haven't done. It's been more of a staring contest with a most intimidating title - of which it's winning. I just seem to turn away everytime and allow the television to be a diversion. Uh. Busy night.

obsessed.

     I always always always edit my posts once they're published, at least another 28310956 times or so. It's so unneccessary; pointless; time-consuming.. but I can't stand to see a post of which is 'ugly' on my blog. Although in many ways it's obsurd, as my cute/pretty may be another's "ugly" and, vice versa, making the process further frustrating. I'll spend ages on editing it and when I'm at last happy, it's blatant that I've pretty much completely changed the purpose of the post and its original idea is forgotten. If I am still not satisfied that it's presentable, I'll send the buggar over to the drafts folder and they pile up there, waiting.

Really, I'm not even all that sure why I've posted this. I just liked the picture.

£

I am so short of it right now.
At a time in which there lay many birthdays.


Damn you, you inconvient bunch of Pisces people.

THIS IS IT,

Michael Jackson.

     It was tonight that I were to have witnessed your amazing spectacle, if you hadn't have left us, of course. Coincidently though, your 'this is it' dvd arrived today and so I shall watch that after the night's activites instead (an alternative to much needed maths revision). It's upsetting though, that I couldn't see you live. It would have been the most interesting and outstanding performances to be seen in my lifetime, I am sure of it. Something I really, truly would never have forgotten. Nor will I forget the night I found out of your death, I'll have you know. Or the sleepless nights the following week (uh huh, it's true). Since I was little and listened to you on my dad's cassettes in the car every journey I wanted to see you and so used the unexpected opportunity to make this happen. I was just under six months away from seeing you perform and, you died on us. You're legend will live on, yes, but I cannot watch/just listen to you perform under the same roof as me anymore. It's not possible.

    It's almost laughable and seems pathetic, even though I love the sport, that they are using the O2 arena tonight to hold a netball match! An important one at that, but instead of the King of Pop? Oo, yes, no it is fair to say it's a close second.. *-) pft.

So really, Michael, I'm complaining to you for your inconvenient death, yes.

Rest in peace.

the voice of gossip girl,

I've wanted to be able to tell you that for ages,
although you probably all knew.

So this probably sounds most creepy, but I actually love her voice (hence the post). She's pretty good, actually, like in forgetting sarah marshall and of course, is key to gossip girl.

gutted.

totally irrelevant and unnecessary

..at such a time? Hm. Probably, actually. But I don't care, I want that feeling. I want another something to fall back on. Another person's company; wherever, whenever. Another relation; another friendship; another, reliable source for hugs and laughs - yet, all from that same aspect. Lovely.

erin lucas:

"I'd rather fall in love and have my heart broken ten times than never experience it at all"

same, actually. same.

for those of you that aren't familiar with the name, there ^

(she's on the City)

Pictures.

I really need more! I have very few with the ones that mean most to me and this upsets me. Let's change this, yes?

short but sweet?

mhm, I think it showed we're progressing, at long last!

come on, spring!

chants samy, undoubtedly, un-ashamedly on her own..

    You're the season in which cleaning is well looked upon and even silently suggested - a time in which I enjoy it. 

   It's the season in which mine and several friends' birthdays lie, causing the occurrance of many parties. It's the season that brings splashes of sunshine but a cool breeze. It's the time in which you make the lower-scale but just as memorable plans for the upcoming season.

    You begin to consider tanning whenever possible, although never fake - this being something I do not agree with (I'd rather be natural and normal-smelling, actually. Fair play if you differ in opinion but it's not for me).

    You can finally put away that big black coat until the winter next arrives, allowing it to rekindle its relationship with your cupboard for at least another nine months. This, also allowing the eyes of the public to peer at what you're wearing this season, rather than your works of art being covered as they are in the colder season. Not that it should be of anyone's interest particularly.

    To me Spring also sees the making of many pretty cupcakes and projects.

   

It's a season that, unfortunately is widely underestimated. This, probably because it's the season that holds up the start of the truly loved Summer.

'..what's the rush?" He eyed me suspiciously again.

    The rush was due to the fact that I was getting closer to nineteen every stinking day, while Edward stayed frozen in all his seventeen-year-old perfection, as he had for over ninety years. Not that this fact necessitated marriage in my book, but the wedding was required due to the delicate and tangled compromise Edward and I had made to finally get to this point, the brink of my transformation from mortal to immortal.'

nicely done here at least, stephanie meyer.

^that'd be nice, yes. Although I am only 15 - it's not needed.

yes

I know all the tricks in the book and, can read your next movement anyway.

'I pulled that look'

 

no, Olivia. Whitney did.

you there.

I wish I was as effortlessly cool as you are.

regarding previous post:

even those in vogue are doing it too.

score.

'no chavs, please'

haha,
definitely made my week.

thank you, sayer of this quote, for making me wee my pants just a little.

Oo,

hey there.

So this isn't you looking at your best, but I'd still ask of you to please return with to my television screen with your fellow 'living on the edge' team sometime soon.?

I think it may be cheating, actually.

One day, you decide to do something. One day, you decide to get out there - prove to the world, to yourself even, what you have to give. It is then that you can find yourself, start/make something of yourself.

     Just by daring to have your photo taken; allowing people to hear you sing; showing your dancing skills to an audience, you could become something pretty big.

    

But, by just giving it a go, you could become 'america's next top model'. could you imagine?

wow.

Yes the 'top' is questionable. Very much so, in fact. But I'm sure you'd get a few good snaps to put in your portfolio or whatever.

Or even the next 'SuBo'. yes.

     Thing is though, with such ways of getting to the "top", you're unlikely to last for long. It really is dependent on your affect. If you've such a raw talent that you cannot be forgotten, you're all good to go for it. It's the finding out that'd suck. The winning of the 'x-factor' and releasing just the winner's song and that, not even reaching its usual top place in the charts could be a horrible way to find out that you're not all that special after all. Just more so than the other dummies that auditioned.

      It's hard to tell until you're thrown into the real deal, really. Until you're compared to those that are genuinely famous for their skill.
      I guess also, those that did it the proper way, that remain famous for their lifetime, may feel cheated being beaten to the Royal Variety Show, just because they can juggle. You know?

'life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance you must keep moving'

okay. sure. whatever.

I just wanted to show a picture of a pretty bicycle and say how I wish they were still cool to ride.

I used to love riding the things; one day saw they were out-dated and stopped. An apology is owed to my bike really.

     Such a quicker and easier way to travel when you can't drive. I don't understand what's so un-cool about them. anyone?

     That it's a professional tennis-player up there may make it slightly more acceptable. I don't know. But I can play tennis. So can I ride a bike? Hm. Interesting.

no one.

that's right. neither you, or anyone else, knows that I fancy you.


apart from a close friend.

Hate

is a strong word,

but I really really really don't like you, Shakespeare.

*blows raspberry at screen*

oh suitcase,

I'd so love to fill you up with all my belongings + take you on holiday right now.

leighton meester

's hair has to be the nicest of them all.
I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't take it if offered.

 

Definitely would like to be as pretty as that.

the fire.

not too difficult to light, if you know what you're doing; warms the room ever so efficiently; makes the nicest of crackling sounds; looks pretty; always nice company.

thank you.

So it's decided.

I want four homes when I'm older, please:

I'd like an apartment in Paris. Wow. That'd be really lovely.

And I'd like a traditional English home, somewhere that's family-friendly.

(I'm sorry, I have no picture for this just yet)

I'd also like a house in California. A large house, preferably. Perhaps in Beverly Hills. I am undecided. Although it'd be nice to actually go up there before to soon see my Uncle, thanks.

(again, no picture available)

Then I wish for a holiday home in Portugal.

(the picture I'd taken looks less great than it really does. I wouldn't want it to be criticised unfairly now)

I'm not sure how I'll have the money. I just will. I'll marry Michael Carrick. Yes. That's cool with me.

     As for career? Wow. The 'c' word. Don't ask me, please. All I know is I'd enjoy something along the lines of writing. In a magazine. Not one of those celebrity-obsessed-stalkery magazines. No. Nor Vogue, that's far too high status. Just something sophisticated, please. Like the 'style' magazine in the Sunday Times.

That'd be good.

Please note that I am not obsessed with Emma Watson. No.

This was just the clearest 'style' front cover image. The rest on http://www.google.com/images were pants.

Interesting.


It's truly fascinating how you can interpret one's actions and can predict their next when you 'read between the lines', a skill I learnt in my history lessons.

       You can learn so much about different people, who in fact seem to all be the same. The licking of asses will continue no doubt for beyond just the foreseeable future and it only angers me inside. Of course I smile or just look away, with a brief roll of the eyes.

       Although I may not stand out in such a way, some really do not and the lack of individuality bores me greatly. It seems there is no diversity in groups and so I find myself searching around, rather than being content within my own 'group'. That people are quick to stereo-type annoys me. Although I'd be lying if I said I didn't. Similarly with just general judgement. I am quick to judge people, although I'm not greatly stubborn as such so it's not so difficult to change my perception. I'd just rather not be judged myself. So I guess it's fair to ask me not to judge you, right? I don't know. I often keep things in my mind anyway, only sometimes do I speak up. Say what everyone's thinking - break the silence and create a slightly akward situation for the victim. Hm.

       Yes, I would rather there be fewer similarities between people but it seems people just find a 'trend' & follow, or copy their friend. Whatever. You know? Like I'd hate to think that people see me as similar to my friends, not that I dislike their ways or anything. Of course not, or we wouldn't be friends. But just that so little variety within a group bores me. As I've already said.

So it's this cycle of thoughts continually goes round my head each day I am at school. Pretty annoying, huh?

       In some ways that's why I've started to like art. wow. I said it. Since a trip to a gallery I realised that thoughts could be portrayed through pretty much any form of art. It's imagination, rather than precision, I think. You need to express yourself in a way that screams your name, but sings your thoughts. It's important to keep it your own. I wouldn't allow anyone to change or adjust the idea slightly. Except my mum. She occasionally has some okay input. I guess. So I'm pretty happy to be starting this summer exams preparatory work this coming week actually. That's fun. More so than the coursework we are asked to do in lessons and then for homework. Ha. Fail. I only really enjoy the leading up to a final piece. So for the exam this is ideal. It's a shame, though, that the lack of coursework submitted will bring me down massively. It's disappointing that I hadn't such thoughts of inspiration when the GCSE was introduced and we first began, way back in year 10. Damnit, Samy.

So I'm new to this,

and am trying to navigate my way round, rather than continuing with my geography coursework - due in less than 48 hours. Wow. I'm screwed.