1. Emos.
   Right. Well, personally, I love emos. True the whole "emotional" thing CAN get a bit tiring, but hey, they DO put the EMO in EMOtional. I like the music, I am growing THE fringe, the clothes are a bit.. Mnerh, but I would probably wear them. The cutting thing... I can almost identify with, but, as most of you will know, I can NOT STAND blood. Goodbye childhood dreams of being a doctor. Erm, what was I talking about? Ah yea, emos. Lizzie and I are almost emos. We cannot be depressed for long enough to be real uns, but we have the look and the tunes. Yay. I don't really like the poetry, but as I write lyrics myself, I can't complain about that. Although, to be fair, I'm writing for my band. Even that's on hold now due to us needing to learn our instruments. well, me needing to learn my instrument. But shush.
2. Valentine's day.
   Now, I don't know if I were actually in a real relationship I would feel any different about it, but I do not like it. It is a pointless holiday. Celebrate anniversaries, for god's sake! You can get all lovey-dovey then. Why do you need an extra day in the year to rub it in our poor singleton faces? Hm, do I sound bitter? I guess I am. I was figuring that my happy ending was just about to happen, but it never did, and I think it's probably my fault. But you don't want to hear my emoish ranting. You want to hear my ranting aginst the coupled-up population! Or maybe not. Cause I know that you've probably heard it already. Maybe you are happily single. Maybe you do have "your other half", but you can't be with them for Valentine's day. I'm guessing a LOT of you out there are single and wishing you weren't. I am one of those unfortunate few. Hopeless romantic, but deeply cynical. So many people are getting together at this time of year, quite possibly mainly cause they don't want to be alone on "that" day. I don't know what your motives are, but don't you think that it's odd that people suddenly decide to couple up? So a lot of you out there are big, fat PHONIES. In a relationship for the sake of being in a relationship. And I was <--> that close to joining your number. Looking back... I don't know. I don't know if I should have gone for it, or what. I just didn't want to be alone. And now I am, and I don't feel too bad. So there you are. Even I, Queen of the Desperates, can occasionally make an alright decision. Even though it probably wasn't. But I musn't think about it too much, or I'll end up in the wardrobe again. (It makes sense to me. And Lizzie.)
3. Isle Of Wight.
   My dad is... Well there aren't really enough words for him, are there? But anyway, he is swaying on the whhole plan. However, tickets are almost defintely sold out. And there is always the question of accomidation. My dad will NOT camp. Or buy a cottage, it seems. But I HAVE to go. The Rakes! EDITORS! PLACEBO!! If I don't go, I may die of jealousy when Jimmy, Mikey and Maili come back and tell me all about it and how awersome it was. And we don't want me to die, do we? So, if there is anyone out there with a spare room in a house/cottage on the Isle of Wight going spare...
4. The France Exchange.
   Erlack! I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. To. France. Ever. Again. It doesn't like me, I don't like it. We're even and settled. And I'm sorry, but I'm not going now anyway. No spaces left. I guess I'll just have to go see We Are Scientists. WIRKLICH schade... It would have been fun, I agree. A few days messing about with mates. But you need talent, which I do NOT have in plentiful supply. And it's in FRANCE. Sorry Jimmy, Mikey, Jackson. I love you and all, but... France.... *shudders*

And that's it... A reasonably long blog, I think. Better than a non-blog. I bid thee good day.

"...Because my body is your body, I won't tell anybody. If you wanna use my body, go for it, yeah."

Haha, had use just about ALL the lyrics in that song. Woo, new obsession. We Are Scientists rule. Aw, happiness flowing freely throughout veins.

Despite ICT coursework. Let's face it guys. I'm going to fail. Miserably. So why bother? Awww, I don't even know what I'm doing wrong. Except EVERYTHING.

Help? Somebody? Maybe I should just give up and DIE. Hm, maybe not quite. But it IS bugging me one helluva lot.

Ah well. Let's talk about something else. Ooh, I saw this idea somewhere else and have decided to make it my own.

This is ME: A-Z

A: Amazing. Ok, maybe not. Hmm... Aw... I can't thin... Yes! Aw. That is ME. I say "Aw" more often than anything else.  It's become part of my character. Oh. My. God, or ARCTIC MONKEYS. I can't seem to write them in un-capital letters. Ah well. They deserve to be shown up. They are the rulingest.

B: Boring? Baise. Hah. Hm, no. Bashful. T'hee. No. Blinker! Yeah, that's me all over.

C: Cool. As in un-. Creep! Awww... Yeah. "'Cause I'm a creep, yeah I'm a weirdo..." Cravings also. I get them a lot. But only for: Caffeine (Coke or coffee), chocolate, carrots, celery and/or cream crackers. All begin with "c". Quel bizarre. 

D: Drums. I play the drums. Sometimes, when I feel like it. I'm REALLY not commited to it, but it's very stress-releasing. And I can drum to Plug In Baby! Woo yeah.

E: Editors. As in, I LOVE Editors. They are the shit, man, the shit. Wow, and they've done quite a lot of stuff, considering they're new. Woo. Also Ether State, whom I love and adore. And emo. I guess I am. A bit.

F: Fuck. Quelle surprise. Ooh, or French. Yay. Ok, French it is. Quel, erm, yay. Woop, or friends! Aw, yeah. I have friends. Many, many friends.

G: German. You knows it. German, is, as they say, BRILLIANT. Best. Language. Ever.

H: Hot Hot Heat. *grins* Recently rediscovered them. I love them from here to there and back.

I: love you baby, and if it's quite alright, I love you baby... So sorry, couldn't resist. I love that song. Seriously now, individual. I am that. Very. Unfortunately. My style changes every other week, my mind changes every other moment, and I am extreme. In emotions, that is. I LOVE things, and I HASSE them. Very few things get the inbetween treatment. However, I can be very indifferent to certain things and people. Most of the time I'm not though. I have an individual fashion sense *ahem*anotherwordforcharityshopstyle*ahem*, an individual music sense *ahem*anotherwordforcrap*ahem*, and I am, well, different *ahem*anotherwordforcrazy*ahem*. *grins*. Aw, that was a sweet topic. But next! 

J: Erm, yes. We all know what I'm going to put here. Not strictly to do with me though.

K: Knickknack. My room is full of them.

L: Libertine. Recently found out what it actually means. It means: "A morally dissolute person". Ok, so maybe not, but I love the band. Ooh, now this is slightly odd, but how about Leonora? As in, I am ME. Perfect.

M: ME. Yay. Aw, that's a bit boring. How about "MUSIC"? Haha, can't believe I didn't think of this straight away... Anyway, music. It is a HUGE, MASSIVE, GINORMOUS part of my life. As in... I cannot go a day without listening to some sort of music. Mind you, can't say I've tried. And I don't want to.

N: Napster!! Yay, it's so addictive. I have it on a free trial, woop, and I've listened to about 4359875 songs. Simply because I can. No other reason.

O: Odd. There is not a word that could describe me better. Obsessive would be another good one.

P: Puk-kaaaaw! Completely stuck on words, but I say this a lot. (I know, I know, see above letter).

Q: Quatsch. As in German for nonsense. Damn straight.

R: Rah! Again... I'm sorry. But "rah" is my trademark. Almost.

S: SEX!! Couldn't resist.

T: Tired. I am lethargic, most of the time. Hah, you can tell I am now because all of my answers have been so shit.

U: Unique. Well, everyone is. Brian: "Everyone's different!" Multitude: "Yes, we're all different." Small voice near back: "I'm not". Haha, "Life Of Brian" is an actual legend of a movie.

V: I think I'm going to have to resort to the dictionary from now on. Visible. But I do wonder sometimes...

A fly just flew into me and landed om the desk. It's on its back and can't get up. Life's a bitch.

W: Waif. *gesniffen*. Yeah, I feel waif-like sometimes. Like now. Love me, people. LOVE. ME. Or not... Wardrobe.I spend a lot of my time in my wardrobe. It just seems... Safe. Ok, I even freaked myself out there. But that's the truth.

X: Fuck that. No way is there a word beginning with "X" that describes me.

Y: Yo-yo. Hah, that is such a sucky word. But I guess it describes me.

Z: Zealous. Sometimes. I was zealous today, making biscuits. Yay. But guess what? I left the tin, with biscuits in, at school. Aw.

Well that was a waste of time. You know nothing more about me, except that I am completely willing to spend 3498725 hours on a STUPID NON-BLOG.

Have a nice day...