Apologies...

for the extreme break in blogging.
A level revision combined with marathon sims sessions have threatened to take over my life.
Combine that with a surge of sudden what seems to be bi-polar disorder and you have my life for the last few weeks.
Went back to skiing today for the first time since the British. It feels odd knowing that in about 6 months time, I'll be having to move to another country to ski every day >.<

Saw Calito's way today. The film was fairly enjoyable, but if you remove his beard, Al Pacino (not Al Capone as I discovered) looks a lot like my uncle. Same Jewish nose and everyfink. Still, I enjoyed his Italian(?)American wit. I did however miss Hot Rod on film 4 tonight. Which is a shame, as I really enjoy the genius of Akiva Schaffer, Andy Samburg and Jorma Taccone especially. I find him adorable. He's a 12 year old boy learning what a wet dream is stuck in a 28 year old's body. If that makes any sense?

It's quite theraputic to be back writing on this. Even if it is simply for myself now.
I'ma try and catch some sleep. I've been awake until 4 for the last few nights, it's not good for me. I'm such a shit adolescant.

Chus.

CURRENT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD IS...

ME.

IN YOUR FACE DANIEL ORWIN.

chus.

HEWWO, I'M A WIDE MAWF TOAD.

'Do you want to hear my woody allen joke? i'll even attempt to do it in his voice...'
'You sound south african.'
fml.

so today I was informed that not only am I shit at pretending to be an American Jew, I also sound like a conservative party leader when I attempt to be posh. Brilliant. Elocution school here I come. Although I now know table ettiquette. So I'm halfway there.

Everything is going swimmingly. I have a job, which makes a change from having hepatitus. But y'know, times are hard.
Actually, I'm fair gutted not to be voting in this year's elections. I'ma have to make do with getting the mafia to scare people into voting for labour. Again.

I actually feel fairly dreadful. My body's normally pretty good at this whole avoiding going into shut down mode, but I feel like I need to sleep for about 8 years in order to get over whatever the hell I've suddenly contracted. Pathogens - 1, Immune system - 0. There's a surprise.

There's nothing better than having a massive conversation with someone on chatroullete whilst dressed as a cat. And responding to everything with 'meow'.

I'm off to develop wrist strength. So as to better my plate carrying technique.
Chus.

Mudda Fuckin Beetrootz.

So, guess where I'll be spending September 3rd 2010?
That's right. Watching two glorious Italian men by the names of Bob and Tommy kill a tiny Mancunian venue.

It's
going
to
be
brilliant.

I'm so excited, I'm like superfan.
Only less stalkerish. And cooler.
God I've become horrendously egotistical.

Chus.

chubba chub chump.

It's official,
I'm completely addicted to chubba chubs.
Anyone noticed Nathan's death in Heroes is identical to Mufasa's in the Lion King's?
Eurgh, too many capital letters in that sentence. I hate it when sentences go up and down do to correct capitalisation. I either prefer all capitals, or all lowercase. However, the grammar nazi in me refuses to let this blog become a minefield of non-standard English. woo-wee :)
Chus.

'eds just flew off, i don't think ra is going to follow him.'

So, this is a little post about all things Edward.

Because I don't mention him much on here, and I thought I could show you some nice things he does.

And some less nice things. Like pressing the buttons on his phone, so I go deaf. And gloating for hours when he wins Mario kart. Once. And repeating; 'errrr, there's a slug in my roooooom!' every time he wants to publicly embarass me.

But there are lots of nice things.

Like saying; 'hello. hello. hello. hello. hello. hello? hello. hellooooo!' as he just did then. in various voices/accents.

he also pulls this face;

- no, really.

made this book;

- but you can't see any more of the book because it's a secret :3

Plus he steals all my clothes;

- admittedly, it's a brilliant jumper, but the annoying fact is my 17 year old boyfriend suits an age 13 boys comic-book jumper in hot pink better than me.

So yeah, soppiness over.

I suppose I do have a heart after all :)

Chus.

I found my virginity. it was behind the toaster all along.

I feel like death.
I've slept for about 3 hours,
listened to super inuit,
admitted I'm a music snob,
been mildly cheered up,
almost cried at what skins has become (they can't even get death by a baseball bat right),
and feel like crying.

Life shouldn't feel like this.

chus.