The fun don't stop?

Why are bricks and cement so expensive?

Look like the innocent flower,

but be the serpent under it.
xo,

Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection.

This, is my face.

Freedom Of Speech, Motherfucker.

,xo

Public Transport.

I was sat on the bus thinking about Cho Chang's love for Harry Potter, until I glanced out the window to my right. A woman; appears to have the element of a spoon, with teal eyeshadow to match her silk tracksuit, eyebrow and a monroe piercing. Chic. She caught my eye. She then continued to stare at me, whilst I stared at her, and she scoffed down her bag of fruit pastils. I don't know why the bus wasn't moving. She screws up the fruit pastil packet and put it under her thigh on the seat. We continue having eye contact. She then reaches in her red pleather bag with belt straps on and swiftly put a Mayfair Superking to her mouth and lights it. The engine begins; eye contact still occuring. She stood up and shouted what I could make out to be "WHAT THA FUCK ARR YEW LOOKIN AT?". The bus drove away.
I put my ipod away- it died. I accidentally eavesdrop into a conversation between two college students, my age.
"What is the point?" I hear (we'll call him Jackie Chan) Jackie Chan say to his friend.
The friend pours powerade into the powerade bottle top and 'shots' it.
"Mmm I love the flavour of vodka!" Jackie Chan's friend Exclaimed.
I look further around the bus and there is a woman with a tattoo of a dolphin on the back of her neck, looking around frantic and bewildered.
Man with nose.
A man with a bat-man shaped haircut, stands and gets off the bus. Goodbye, bat-man head.
Burberry Grandma hoody.
I was examining the Grandma with no teeth, and though that could be a new source of energy. There could be some sort of power device charger thing attached to an old persons mouth, as the always gasp like fish.
When the bus finally got to where everyone wanted to get off, eventhough I was in the middle of it, I waited for everyone to get off before I did. I don't know why.
I was thinking that in year 7 , in cooking class, people would bring in ready made cupcakes, cookies, biscuits etc. They could then show the teacher how perfect they were at cooking and get top marks for it. Doesn't that kind of defeat the object of cooking class?

You Said It Would Be Forever & That Was Your Vow.

Why do people abuse their bodies if they only have one? Especially those that are more fortunate than others. I find that it all relates to two things: vanity and comfort. 
Vanity
Being obsessed with what you look like can become beautiful, yet ugly. Bodies can be put through a lot to look good (e.g. starvation, plastic surgery). 
Comfort
To make sure our bodies know that we love them, we have to nourish them, treat them once in a while - like a puppy. This can lead to being fat though, which is one of the reasons we have vanity. Gluttony apparently is the devil's work, so why would (if there was a so called) God allow us to do this? It just results in a life style of being bullied, miserable and depressed.


What I'm trying to get at , is that it doesn't matter that we abuse our bodies, it's just how we do it. As long as we are having a good time, it's fine. We're all going to die someday anyway.


Okay, so I've give across the message that we shouldn't give a fuck about our lives. Maybe that's a bit strong winded. 


I need to get over you right now, it's been too long that I have been falling for you. You definitely know who you are if you read this. I'm sorry, but you're the only person I can say that I have ever loved. And I'm usually a heartless bitch.
xo, 

Children are horrid.

There used to be a girl in my Junior school called Leanne Stent. She was a skinny runt, huge wonky yellow teeth, unbrushed mousy sticky hair, filthy pink coat, ankle biters and a horrible husky voice. To top it all off, she was a "foster kid". No one in my class ever got to know the real Leanne. We all absorbed her appearance and disliked her for it. Not only was her life made hell by bullying, people in my school had to take it one step further. If Leanne Stent, her brother, or sister ever touched you, you would go "STENT DISEASE!" and then touch someone closest to you, as if you were spreading some disgusting germ from your body. Not only had you shouted out to everyone that you had "stent disease", they would all run away from your grasp as if it were real. If you managed to pass it on before you 'died' or whatever, you would touch the top of your arm and go "INJECTION INJECTION NO INFECTION".

We bullied that girl horrid. She ended up moving schools and no one has ever seen her since. I still see her Mum though, trying to sell crack outside The Post Office in Stratton. 

When you think about it, kids are absolute horrible sods. They don't realise when they are mentally hurting someone, or even ruining their lives. They just bask in their huge fringes, collect their happy meal toys and flip their rubbers of truth. 

I love college.

xo,

This is our decision; to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

It's weird how things can get stuck in your head: songs, slogans/jingles, images or even words. Noticeably, the things that stay in your head are either really good, memorable things, or really bad, hurtful things.
I find time the strangest thing. It's completely and utterly inevitable and no one can ever do anything about it. Every second that passes, no one bats an eyelid to. You then get to the point where the phrase is used; "time has flown". It's scary to think that our lives revolve around time, it's always there, looming over us.
In life, the main era's are : be born CHECK, start school CHECK, college CHECK KINDA, university, job, get married, have babies and die. We live such simple lives, yet they are so complex.

"I ain't no abacus, but you can count on me."
,xo

You can't kid a kidder,

What does a wink mean? Yeah, it might be some cheeky gesture of lust, or even a proud acknowledgment of your presence, but no-one will really know. People say "the eye is the window to the soul", but how can it be if half the time the eyes are shut? Perhaps it could be an ancient saying about when you die, as your eyes are shut, there is no soul left in your body? I don't know.
Not only can winks cause an instant blushing cheek, it makes you feel cheeky. Opening and closing the window to the soul (aka blinking) should highlight the fact that it has got a secret behind it in a kind of teasing mannerism, as though it were giving you a sneak preview.
I feel really weird right now. Not only am I writing about complete bollocks that no-one will probably read or care about, I am doing it at 03:49. I would much rather be sleeping in bed that sat up on blogger.com.
I would love some garlic mayonnaised chips right about now.
I would also like to point out that I hate the type of people that think they can intimidate anyone and start arguements for nothing.
I've got to a speechless point in my life, uh-oh.

I'm too tired.
,xo

And I hate looking like a fool.

I don't have a lot to say for myself today. It's funny how the weather can reflect on my mood. Because it's miserable and raining; I'm miserable. When I'm in a rubbish mood, I think about the bad points in my life.
Missing someone who you can only imagine as the 'love of your life' is one of the worst things I have experienced. It's strange how I've been to the full extent of my happiness with a person, and then when not with them, I've been at the most miserable I've felt. I don't have much else to say.
xo,
                                       
"Do you want to go to the seaside? I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go. I fell in love at the seaside."

i miss you,

The Feeling of Success

I am surprised at my GCSE results, i thought I would do a lot worse than I did. I got what I wanted and made my mum cry because she was so proud. Success is one of the best feelings in the world, knowing that it took you so long to achieve something finally turning out to be worth while. I am very content.
,xo

"My name's Tim and I'm a criminal. In the eyes of society I need to be in jail, for the choice of herbs I inhale. This ain't no wholesale operation. Just a few eighths and some playstation's my vocation. I pose a threat to the nation, and down the station, the police hold no patience.
Let's talk space and time. I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein, and Carl Young, and old Kung-Fu movies I like to see. Pass the hydrator please? Yeah, I'm floating on thin air. Going to Amsterdam in the new year - top gear there. 'Cause I take pride in my hobby; homemade bongs using my engineering degree. Dear leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons."

My encounter with Russel Howard

It was on Wednesday 28th July 2010 at Gatwick Airport. Iona and I noticed Russel Howard and approached him.
Me " Are you Russel Howard?"
Russ " I am."
I explained how much of a fan I was, being proper ass-licky.
Russ "Whereabouts are you two going on holiday then?"
Me " Rhodes."
Russ "Are you on the Easyjet flight?"
Me " Yeah!"
Russ " See you there then."
It was one of them things that you get excited for, purely because it's someone famous, not because you are a huge fan. I wasn't really, I just thought he was funny from when I'd watched him in the past, especially that 'yawn rape' thing he did.
We were second from last to board the plane and there were several seats dotted about. I scanned the plane for a spare seat, and there was one, right next to Russel Howard. I pushed past people through the aisle, I didn't care because I would probably never see them again in my whole entire life. As I was about a meter from my seat of 4 hour Russel Howard bliss, an old man sat down. Just before he planted his bum on the sea, he farted. I was never so disgusted and heartbroken in my life, so me, Iona and Heather (Iona's mum) ended up sitting at the back of the plane. With my headphones on, I shout out - "At least being at the back means we will die last." I got some funny looks of horror before I took my seat. I was pleased that when we were in passport control in Rhodes Russel Howard said Hi to me and Iona though.
xo,

Up, up & away

Sundays are the worst. Not only have I done nothing, there is nothing to do. Everything is shut! But, why? What makes Sunday different to any other day of the week? I think it's a load of bollocks that it's meant to be the 'day of rest' or whatever. Also, I'm not even a fan of roast dinners. I think they're too over rated and too boring. My nan's ones are LUSH though.
Not only am I in quite a shitty mood today, I am at the point in the summer holidays where I am over bored. The weather is shocking for summer and I lack money. Also, another reason for my shitty mood, would be the fact that GCSE results are fast approaching and I'm getting prepared for the disappointing look on Mama's face. 
,xo

P.s "2 great European narcotics; alcohol and Christianity, I know which one I prefer."

Inventions

 Whenever I do too much thinking I come up with the most genius ideas. I don't think I could name every single one of them, but here's a few:

• When someone is talking about you, you get a sort of "notification" and you know if it's good or bad
• Sniper water balloons, non harmful ones of course

Okay, maybe that's only 2 and they're pretty rubbish but when I can finally think of them I shall post them on here!

I think that the best invention in the whole world is music. You may think that a lot of people would say that, but that is because it is totally true. When I think back to Year 7/8/9 music with Mrs Barnes, there were so many types that we learnt about. Everyone in the class used to moan because we weren't listening or reciting the latest songs in the charts such as Rihanna, Green Day or The Pussycat Dolls (this was year 9 by the way). We learnt about music the Monks made hundreds of years ago, to Henry VIII's Greensleeves, all the way to music from the country Java. I had no idea Java existed before the lesson. Now think of all the kinds of music you can get now! Getting back to the idea of inventions, surely there couldn't possibly be a genre of music yet to be created in a few years time? What else is there? Music is something that is inevitable, it will probably live on further than diamonds. Who ever thought that you could compare a diamond and music as a whole, giving off the sense that it is precious. People live music. Where would we be today without it? In addition, the music we listen to today is all pretty much the same. It's all based on love and hate and general life. There isn't anything sang about, like J.K Rowling's Harry Potter, yet. I think that Harry Potter is amazing, that sounds really nerdy of me! It's the fact that since Lord of The Rings, there hasn't been an over commercialised version  of a different world. Every day objects have been made magical by her, even things like letters and photographs.

Inventing something in your mind, you can almost guarantee that it has been thought of before, maybe not written down to an extent, but thought of. 

 xo,