In love with this song at the moment: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzPKMAOjov0&feature=fvwp

I'm sat home alone, (which always absolutely freaks me to the core), watching the rain outside my window. I've got my music on loud so I can't hear it. I really hate rain when no one's in. Even my dog isn't here. You know how being alone feels a bit like the whole world but you is dead? Can't seem to stick it.

I went to see Stomp on Monday, had the best day in London. Met up with my brother who had two large plastic boxes with him, which he told us he was wearing on his feet in a comedy routine about the bleep test. Honestly mad. He now wants to buy a puppet that looks just like him, think Muppets has finally taken over him. But Stomp was incredible, my dad was so excited I've never seen him so funked up. I think because my parents are musicians, they get so excited when there's a rhythm or anything.

My dad does this thing, which you'll probably read now and think 'Naaaaw cute' no, no, it's incredibly annoying. He does it mostly when he's driving, he starts making weird noises and clicking and stamping his feet to a 'rhythm'. He gets so into it and it always just sounds like a middle aged man making noises. Which is of course, exactly what he is. When I'm going through a 'I love everything my parents do they're so lovely' phase, this is genuinely lovely to watch. When I've just spent all day making cellophane compositions it's less cute. I generally ignore him. Especially when he does it over the top of something like Taylor Swift. I guess I should learn that the kitchen isn't a place to have 'me time'.

I'm having a really lovely half term though, missing Georgina hugely, I have so much to tell her. And feeling a lot happier with where I am work wise and stuff like that, which isn't very interesting I know but it's making me all calm.

My hairdresser cut all my hair off. Normally when I go and see Dan, I want to change it and he won't let me. When I went in and said 'Dan can I cut my hair boy short?' he laughed and went 'No, no. Psychological problems' then the next time I was like "Dan, I cut all my hair off." And he goes "You cut it very badly. We grow it out." Then I came to see him and said "Dan I dip dyed my hair!" and he says "Oh dear. We'll cut it out." But this time, I came in and he said 'I'm thinking of doing something shorter' I almost died. At one point, he was cutting the front layers and they were completely covering my face and he said 'Sorry about this' and I just went 'To be honest it's an improvement.' How we laughed.

Anyway, it's um... very short. I like it, but I miss it too. It keeps falling into my face at work. I need to have a play with it and see how I can do stuff with it. I met up with Clare yesterday, and she had exactly the same hair cut at me, had it done the same day as me and both our mums had said 'It doesn't look any different' are you KIDDING it's really different. 

(cue awkward picture of my hair)

I got a bit nervous so I hid my lips... to make things easier.

But then we went to see Skyfall, which was INCREDIBLE and I loved it. Can't stop listening to this song now, and I'm not a huge Adele fan:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeumyOzKqgI

So, I've been rubbish at this. Been too busy listening to 'house music' as Ollie calls it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lG5aSZBAuPs

So good!!!

Currently, I'm sat in bed shitting myself after having watched Derren Brown's thing. It's a nasty zombie thing... you know what I'm actually so scared I'm going to ramble about something else and see whether it calms me enough to take me away.

My mum bought me this new bookmark, and it makes me laugh. It's one of those ones that move when you twist them, and it's penguins flapping around. I cleaned my room. Properly got everything out, cleaned it and put it back. True, I've just piled it on my desk and now my room is full of empty vod bottles, but still. I'm cold.

I really want a purple dress. I think I'd suit purple. OH! And today my hairdresser cut off A LOT of my hair. I would upload a photo, but the only one I have isn't very nice and was for Bex's eyes only. But I am sad, because Misfits starts on Sunday and Kelly's gone and I miss Nathan because he was sexy.

GOODNIGHT.

I've spent a week waiting for inspiration to strike me to write this. I did have some on tuesday night, when I went to see this play but unfortunately it was quarter to 12 when we arrived back in Salisbury, and I grumpily went to bed instead.

So this play, was an irish history play (groan) and when the coach finally showed up late the traffic had got so bad we were running about an hour behind schedule. It was ridiculous. And then we couldn't get to the coach park because there was a diversion, so we all got off the coach and ran up the hill to get to the theatre. Evie, James and I stood purposefully next to each other so our tickets would be next to each other. Did this work out? Of course it didn't. I ended up sat next to this little kid from year 10 who kept eating haribo really loudly, and I couldn't see a bloody thing thanks to the kid with the white-boy affro sat in front of me.

There was a seat loose resting on the back of mine, so I just put my head back and fell asleep for the first act. Which was by the way AN HOUR AND A HALF. By the time we got to the interval I was suicidal. Evie and I went to get a drink, and while the bar woman wasn't looking I flung my hand into the ice bucket because I was that poor and thirsty, but she turned around and caught me and said awkwardly 'Um... help yourself to ice' oh I did. Luckily there was a seat next to James and Evie so I sat with them for the second act but it was SO BORING. This one woman, got shot in the back twice, (as in, a character in the play), and took about 10 minutes to die. She was falling around the stage going 'I'm dying. I can feel it, the blood is coming out of me' and then she started singing about Jesus.

Then, to finish off this wonderful play about irish people dying or going mad, two english soldiers turn up and go 'Oh no we've killed a woman!' *dramatic sad pause* 'LOOK! TEA!' and so they sat down and drank the dead woman's tea. This was the only appearance of englishmen. I found that pretty funny. No one else around me did.

9977 views...

Just realised I promised Hannah a blog post, and if I don't do it this weekend she'll wallop me really hard tomorrow. So, Hannah terrified me from the very moment when I met her, (she was friends with Sylvie and I used to speak to her sometimes), and she still does terrify me. If you tell her you don't want to go to the canteen she will start threatening you until you come. I was on the phone to her for an hour recently, when I had to go she said she was going to stab me. I still haven't worked out whether she's kidding or not.

Despite being a complete idiot for taking sciences for her A levels (fortunately she's regretting this) she's not too stupid. Sometimes when I say something stupid or wrong she gives me this really dead pan look like 'I'll give you a minute to figure out how fucking retarded what you just said was':

Just looking at that photo makes me shiver.

Hannah I'm really tired, I hope that's enough for you today.

Can't get this song out of my head:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrrZnnVBkXs

Well, we're coming up very close to 10,000 views ever, which is very exciting. I'm sat right now in my kitchen, as it hails down. I've just been to a writing workshop and found myself pretty frustrated after it. I'm finding that cynicism doesn't make you intelligent, and it's a point I've always felt strongly about since so many people use it to seem clever. For example, if you like a certain type of music then someone will always tell you you're not cultured enough and that you don't know 'real' music.

Anyway, there was this man who genuinely doesn't like Tom Hanks. He said, this exact phrase 'He's the poor man's Harrison Ford.' And I was so cross I wrote it down and planned this post. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and it's not anyone's place to change that, (unless it's like Hitler's opinion, that's less cool), but really. I got so angry.

Georgina has just showed me this, Taylor Swift has just raised her game. As per usual lyrics hit the nail on the head dead straight:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HY19UekAORQ

Sooo in love with this song right now:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn_GT7rh5C8

Also, this is kind of dull, (but anything's exciting when you've just written a 1200 word essay right?), sometimes my blog layout comes up as this:

But it's not meant to look like that it's meant to look like this:

Which is definitely more 'jazzy' as Rosa would say. I don't know whether yours makes it look like the top one. But it's not meant to. Okay, glad I cleared that up. Night night.

I'm not going to write a massive post tonight, because I have a 1200 word essay to write and currently I'm buzzing on the high of eating half a tomato (the other half fell onto the carpet on the stairs).

Anyway, the second topic I was given to write about by Hannah was whales. Now, I'm quite happy with this topic because I always thought whales were stupid. They live in water... and yet breathe air. Now, I'm not religious at all, I believe in evolution, but if 'God' was responsible for their evolution, what the fuck was he thinking? It makes absolutely no sense to do that. What's weirder, if you think about it, is that there are no land based animals which breathe water. So why whales? And it's not just whales is it. (Is it?)

Other interesting stuff I found was that whales don't sleep for long, because they have to go and get some more air. And, they only let half of their brain sleep at a time to remember to go and breathe. Which is pretty cool, but I'm guessing their dreams are rubbish. Also, we have different writing hands because of which side of our brain we use more, so depending on which half of the brain whales let sleep does that show what hand they do stuff with?

I'm really not sure what else you can say about whales, but my brother has a thing or two to say about them:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1soXVIENYk

(It's in the middle of the video)

Apologies for the lateness of this post, I was reminded today by a fellow english student, (that sounded posh), that I needed to redeem this. She suggested, very kindly, that I write about fudge. Now, I thought I'd need a couple of days to think about this topic but when these arrived in the post, I simply knew it had to be today:

I know. My parents aren't too happy, dad said 'You'll break your ankle' and I smiled sweetly and said 'that's why I'm going to practise daddy.'

He still doesn't like them.

Anyway, to the matter of the fudge. A brief history of fudge is this: just before 1886 the origin of fudge isn't clear. However, it is suspected to be an american invention, it having sugar in and all. One probable theory is that someone was making a batch of caramel and it was 'fudged' because it was crap, but then fudge originated from that term. To be honest, I have no idea how you can make caramel so wrong to the point that it's fudge. I'm guessing they went 'Oh that's shit! Chuck it.' and someone sneakily tasted some and thought 'Hmmm... I could work with this consistency.' Eh voila!

It's interesting, that we are essentially eating a rubbish version of caramel. Although to be frank, I'm not keen on caramel. It rips your teeth out and doesn't taste great. I do like fudge though, mostly because you eat about 3 pieces and want to throw up, so it fills you and you don't feel like a fat ass afterwards.

I'm really struggling to think up much more for this whole fudge thing...

Wouldn't it be cool if you made a house out of fudge, not a real one a small one, and you glued it together with caramel. Be sort of ironic.

I think that's enough for today, I don't want to overload you with amazingly interesting stuff. I'll find some more information about my next given topic... again lovingly recommended by Hannah Bourne. (Who by the way, had very nice hair today and she didn't even tell me to say that, I just never said it to her all lesson even though I was gazing at it). I do think though that it would be nice to have some suggested topics from people, I want to keep current and 'in with the kids' 'n all. I sound about 80.

Lots of love.

Tonight, I am going to write in rhyme.

Because I feel now, we have got to that time.

In drama we're studying a play that's a poem,

There isn't really anything that rhymes with 'poem'.

I even checked rhyming dictionary,

Smekfhkdghdhgkdhg secretary.

But I've always felt, I've had this skill.

A talent I hide, which can cause a thrill.

So strap on your seat-belts and hold on real tight,

The wit and good literature is about to bite.

I've a talent for poetry that you must agree,

Is utterly incredible and it comes just from me.

As I write this I'm sat on the bed in my room.

I came from my mother, I came out her womb.

I like to watch tennis when it's played on T.V.,

I like to go shopping with friends in West Quay.

My dad likes to listen to music by 'Free',

I don't really like them I'd rather it was me.

I'm getting quite tired I would like to abscond,

(That means 'to leave' if you're thick as a pond).

But maybe this new way of blogging for you,

Will be a format of writing that I start to do.

So don't get all down if you're sad I must go,

Cause tomorrow I'll do a new poem- YAAAAY HO!