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    April 15

    You Fricking Love It.

    Well, I was right to be excited.
     
     
     
    Doctor Who fucking kicks arse!!
     
    David Tennant was totally the right choice for The Doctor. True, he was good in the Children In Need Special and The Christmas Invasion, but tonight... Wow.
     
    I love it! I love him! I love everyone!!
     
    Awww. How amazing. I want to watch it again.
     
    Ah but I can!!! I hath recorded it. Which meaneth that I caneth watch it again now!
     
    Wooop!
     
    Shush now Leo. Shush.
    April 06

    Ergh.

    Thursdays are no fun without school. No Drama, no Viva, no no Dr Back.
     
    But, if you were thinking I am depressed, then think again! For j'ai un pie microwaveable de poulet et legumes, et un café avec lait. Le yum.
     
    Aussi, there is a gig that I shall be attending. Woop yes. Only bloody We Are Scientists!! In five days, if you're interested. Heck, even if you're not. I love W.A.S. They make me dancey in my feet and happy in my brain. And they are such legends: so funny. Leider, they sind American, which makes stalking them sehr sehr difficult. Which is a shame.
     
    But ah well. I'm GOING TO SEE THEM!!! LIVE!!!! IN CAMBRIDGE!!!! Have fun in France, suckers.
     
    Oooh, my space is so pink and black. And what are those random majigs? They're sort of swirly, but they're not swirls. Water ripples maybe?
     
    Mebbes.
     
    And OH my god. Doctor Who!! The return of!! It's COMING!! David Tennant - Hottest Doctor Who Ever? I am thinking so. He is hot. Very much so. Casanova? Phwwwoaaaaaahhhhh!!
     
    Wow. Camden is fun.
     
    But I think I'd better not live there. I'll spend all my money. Which is ein wirklich schade fur mich.
     
    I didn't take that many pictures in the end. I was going to take LOADS of EVERYthing, but then I never did. Darn.
     
    Another thing that was kind of sucky was that we didn't see many hardcores. You know, the mega-extremists. Pierced eyelids, neon hair, that sort of thing. Shame. I plan to be one, if I can afford it. Noserings don't come cheap, you know. As as for hair dye... Sheesh!
     
    Shall I tell you what I purchased from the den of amazingness known as Camden Market? Yes, I shall. I bought:
    • A trilby! I mean, wow! A trilby!! It's all pinstriped and everything! So schmexy. Like.. The Hat God of Schmex.
    • Blue legwarmers. Because you can NEVER have too many pairs of legwarmers. And they're almost turquoisey! And I love turquoise.
    • A top. But not just any top, no. The bestest top in my wardrobe! It's black, with green stars, and it has a small green top to go underneath. It rules over all my other tops on the lush brown kingdom of my wardrobe.
    • A Fall Out Boy top. Nicht fur mich. It was for my sister.. Personally, I think band tops are a bit shite. She seemed to like this one though.
    • Some noodles. And a drink. And two spring rolls, one of which I dropped.
    • And that's it!!

    But I also purchased some Resin!! Yum!!! I haven't had Resin for years and years and years and years. It's chocolate toffee coated in dark chocolate. Yummeh! Oh yes, and a NME magazine. Where I found out the full line-up for Reading. Which I'm not going to. Too late, again. Fucking eBay shouldn't sell tickets, it's a fucking rip-off. They're going for three hundred quid or something? Damn those people who buy lots of tickets. Damn them to the eternal, firey depths of scam-hell.

    I'll put the pictures of Camden up as soon as my dad isn't hassling me to get off the computer.

     

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    February 05

    Alice's BEST Birthday EVER. She said so herself! I rule!

     Aye!
     
    I don't know if it's the best party I've ever thrown... Oh of course it was! Man, it was EXCELLENT.
     
    Which is (typo before, my bad) why I feel like such a prick for acting like.. Well, a prick. Perhaps you didn't notice. Perhaps you didn't care. Whatever.
     
    Anyway. It was a BRILLIANT party. Ausgezeichnet! People got drunk, people got together, people got set on fire... Ah, memories. But seriously. It was ULTIMATE. No, not ultimate... Erm, it was cool. Ack, that's a crap word. Overused, shitty word. So, not cool. It was... Sweet? Amazing! Overused word again, but this one's mainly overused by me. So it doesn't count. The party was AMAZING.
     
    People did bring alcohol. Turns out my dad didn't give a fuck anyway. Which is legendy of him. And it makes him cooler than me. Again.  You have NO idea how much it sucks that my dad is cooler than me. But anyway. People, brought alcohol, they drank it, they were pretty selfish with it. But I'm not too bothered. I had Red Bull. Haha to you.
     
    Ack, the music thing was messd up. We had too many people with different tastes. There was my little crew of rock/indie/emo hardnuts, then there was the gangstas with their hip-hop and RnB. Then there was JJ and Chris and their crew of acid/techno persons. Then there were those who just wanted to listen to pop and shake their funky groove thang, yeah. In the end, my little crew won. Which was awesome. So I danced to The Killers and co.
     
    But if the music thing was messed up, you should have seen the fire thing. Neesh! I actually have a load of pyromaniacs for friends. Ant (the other one) set fire to his shirt, Wooly burnt the haybales we were supposed to be sitting on, and lots of people ran around with burning twigs. Was the footest party I've ever even been to, let alone thrown. If my sister and my brother could have just stayed in the house, it would have been nearly perfect. I feel so sorry for those who couldn't come... Sorry Molly, Maili and Jo. Feel loved! We missed you.
     
    The food was not used as food, unfortunately. Except J and his chicken. I swear he ate nearly the whole bucket. But the rest of the food was danced on. Or chucked about. Cream was EVERYwhere. And it stank. And who's house was this party at again? Oh yeah. MINE. Woo... Luckily Alice was there to help me clear up in the morning. Yay for Alice. I love you!!
     
    And I love you, Chris!!! You'd better be feeling better now. Or ELSE. I won't embarrass you and say what you did. Aww, but now people will be assuming stuff. Ok, Chris drank too much and got a bit ill. There.
     
    Actually I love you ALL who went. You rock! In a lot of cases, literally.
     
    Don't know why you wanted a tour of my house though. I should have just shown you the drum room and left you there. But no. You had to see my room, didn't you? Ack... I may actually never live this down. I had to tidy it up as well. It's still a tip... But you mucked it up so bad.
     
    Erm.. Can't think of anything to add. Jimmy was a bit of a bitch; Ben was nice to me for once; Michael nearly got raped or something; people had fun; loads of couples happened. So sweet. And Valentine's day is in nine days...
     
    Right. That's what I wanted to say. I don't mean to sound cynical, but could it be that people got together because they were getting desperate? You know, Love Day is soon, and they don't want to end up alone, at home, drowning in self-pity. Like me. Every year. Oh shut up Leo. It doesn't MATTER. At all. You said so yourself. So shut the fuck up.
     
    Ack, ended on a nasty note. Sorry everyone! I love you all!!
    January 04

    A Blog For Richard.

    Woop. There. Ok. I've done my bit. This is a blog for Richard.
     
    But what is it about? I'll ask. Ok, I've asked lots of peopl for a word, and now I shall improvise! Like all the greats!
     
    Word List:
    • Dumplet (Richard)
    • Box (Scully aka Henry)
    • Kangaroo (Jen)
    • Random (Loz)
    • Small (Olly)
    • BEBY! (Lizzie)
    • Marshmallow (Davey-Wavey)

    Ok, so what are my opinions on dumplets? Well, I'd say they were pretty cool. But I imagine there are those of you who disagree with me, and I can understand why. They are quite unpredictable, but they've always been nothing but pleasant to me. So there you are. That's what I think of dumplets.

     

    Boxes. Now where would we be without boxes? We'd be in an odd position to store things, that's where. I've always loved boxes. They're entirely practical, and fun. Scully doesn't like them, apparently. Well screw you, Scully, because they rule. How could put things inside other things for easier transportation? How could you organise stuff? How could you SURVIVE? They also provide entertainment, which is always good. I made my brother a box car last year; he LOVED it. Cost me about 20p for all the paint and glue etc. Which just goes to show. If you;re going to get your brother/son/boyfriend/husband a toy, why not get them something that costs squit, and lasts just as long, sometimes longer?

     

    Kangaroos. I love them. Third favourite animal, simply for the reason they are so damn odd. Like giant rabbits, with inclusive storage and tails. Brilliant. Who, in their entire lifetime, has not been enthralled by the absolute amazingness of a kangaroo inside a larger kangaroo's pouch? Fabulous, absolute fabulosity. And they're DANGEROUS. Who'da thunk, eh? Things that look like Bugs Bunny's slightly hipper cousin are dangerous. It's not right, but somehow makes them all the more fascinating. I want one.

     

    Random. Oh, what the hell can I write about random? It's an overused, yet wonderful word, although I'm still petitioning for the replacement of random by "abstract". Think about it. Abstract is a brilliant word. It's got the same meaning as odd, a word that I overuse waaay much, but it's classier. Ok, so if you want to sign the petition, leave a comment. Or leave a comment anyway.

     

    BEBY! Hahahaha. Ha. What larks. That was fun. Oook, so for all of you unaware of the BEBY!mania sweeping the nation, it's a word that was uttered by a Moroccan, and Lizzie and I have not been able to get over it. Usual context: "I WANT TO HOLD MY BEBY!" "BEBY GOES POOP"  and "BEBY WANTS NUTS!". Quelle triste, je sais. But nevermind. You had to BE there.

     

    Marshmallow. Hmm, most marshmallows are lovely, but every now and then you get a brand that make the rubbery, chewy and downright NASTY ones. Not entirely pleasant. Toasted marshmallows are the best, followed by those in hot chocolate and then FLUMPS. Mmm-mmm-MM!

     

    And so concludes another blog. Guten bye, viewers.

    November 25

    Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, la la la...

    Stuff that I like:
    1. The feeling of complete and utter freedom.
    2. Rain.
    3. Snow on my face.
    4. The feeling that you only get from being held by someone who's warm and smells nice.
    5. Eating warm marshmallows.
    6. The summer.
    7. My music. ALL of it. Even B*Witched. Heh, actually, ESPECIALLY B*Witched
    8. My bed. Especially now it's winter.
    9. Ice-cream!! Especially les Ben and Jerry's.
    10. Popcorn.
    11. When you get just drunk enough to know that you're drunk, but not care.
    12. People! Well, most of them anyway. But we're talking about happy, HAPPY things.
    13. My fish. Awww... I actually never thought fish could be so cool. I have two: George and Quince.They are very red, for goldfish and they oooze coolness. As well as crap. I have to clean them out like, every other day!

    Yay! *sense of wellbeing*

    November 09

    I AM patient. I AM!

    Ok, so it was my mum's birthday today. Not really newsworthy, but...
     
     
     
    SHE GOT DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES ON DVD.
     
     
     
    And I am not allowed to watch it until I'm 15. Even though I've already watched it... Grr...
     
    BUT. I am fifteen in 8 days. 8 DAYS. 8 days, is like... 192 hours. That is a LOT of hours. It is MAJORLY unfair. 192 hours... Almost. 181 hours really. But even then I'll be at school...
     
    Anyways, best be off now.
    October 31

    Best. Week. Ever.

    I  LOVE MY NEW FISH!!!
     
     
     
     
     
    Oh yeah, and I went to Africa. You may have heard about it from me once or twice. OR NON-STOP. It was frigging amazing. I mean, AFRICA. It would have been cool enough just going to the place, but we had the most amazing time anyone could ever have had ever. I:
    1. Was in a really cool performance with all the people that went. It went really well (as in: Soooooooo much better than Harrowgate)
    2. Met four of the most brilliant people in the world (if I spell the names wrong, don't kill me): Abie, Lo, Siswe and Sisulu. I love you guys!
    3. Made loads of friends. Well, more friends than I had before.
    4. Went to a township. It was called Langa and going there was amazing. I am going back again. Soon. I really wish I had just "forgotten" to get on the plane. I am realising how much I hate it here. :P
    5. Made "communications" with another school. Fecking Harrowgate. If any of you are reading this... I'm sure you're great people... But man, did you piss us all off. Except Izzi (Get in there Alex!). Nah, even you did. But a special shout out to Vicki. Hi Vicki, you crazy gobby cow. Did you even realise how much we did not like you? Even Char, who tries to find a little good in EVERYone was having difficulty with you...
    6. Found the greatest shop ever. Ka-pow. Yeah, you knows it. It is the greatest random crap shop I have ever been in. I love it! But I will probably never see it again.
    7. Met brilliant people in my year and the year above I never knew existed before. You're all fantastic people and I love you all!
    8. Aquired a new fish. Am stuck for names, so please help! He/she is a goldfish, very red and quite skinny, for a fish.
    9. In all, had a KILLER time. I loved it. I really did. I want to go back. It was perfect. Well, not perfect, but as close to perfection my life has ever got. Am-a-zing.

    So yeah, brilliant time. Although you wouldn't think it, from all the girls (ie. two) that were crying. Jo and Cara just FEEL things so much more than other people, apparently. Meh, whatever. I am really depressed now. Back home, and back to school tommorow. Waaaaaah!

    So basically, totally sweet few days. Wish I was there.

    October 21

    Giddy aunts a-plenty

    Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! TOMMOROW is the day!!! I am going 134863462374 miles away! To Africa! The south of! WOOO!!
     
    Yes. Yes, I am. And most of you are not. So gutted. Hah.
     
    AND to top it all off, I am in the school production!! I'm having a fantastic week. Except. Except one rather nasty incident involving my hair.
     
    Fecking Isleham chavs. Now, don't get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against chavs in general. Although most of them just try to pick fights and play dance music entirely too loud, there are a few who just dress like chavs.  It's just Isleham ones I have a problem with. There are too many of them! And they are entirely obstinate (hah, obscure word). See, now Isleham has about 500 people in it. Half of those are the elderly. Then there are the young families. You know, the ones in their mid-thirties, kid, maybe two, hoping to find a quiet village to settle down in. Isleham seems perfect. So they move in. We have about 20 such families. Then there are the grown-up families, the ones with kids at college and university... or Sainsbury's and Burger King. We have many, many Burger King employees in Isleham. And they are the ones who hang around at about 5 on weekday nights, dealing and doing drugs, drinking, smoking and THROWING GUM AT INNOCENT PASSERS-BY. That's me. Innocent, and passing by. AND I HAD GUM IN MY HAIR. Notice the past tense. I had to hack it out of course. So I did. No professional help or anything. Nice one. I think not. So now I am bald. Well, partially. But I'm still a pissed-off-part-baldy!
     
    Anyway, I need to get some sleep now, as I KNOW I am not going to get to sleep properly on the plane.  Expect MEGA-blog on Monday/Tuesday!
     
    xXx