Friday, 9 November 2012
Thursday 08th November 2012
23:41
Having a smoke in the house tonight to wind down. It's nice to just be chilled with my cat on the sofa.
My plans are to roll a joint, make some tea, take it out with me while I smoke in the garden, come back, watch Game of Thrones, then maybe play Breath of Fire for a bit before bed.
I'm going to just leave my laptop open so that I can type my ramblings on here throughout the night if the mood strikes me. I always intended to blog when I was high to see what it would be like, and to remember those plans that you always think of when you're stoned and are convinced you are a genius then they disappear.
00:01
It's almost like (girl from my school) speaks in fluent fanfic.
It's wierd.
00:16
Going out for another joint, now watching a Pixies documentary. I love them so much.
Friday, 12 February 2010
I'd rather be the devil...
I am sooooo inconsistent with my blogging. I want to try and regularly keep a diary, then update my blog with them whenever I can get online. Right now I'm using my dad's phone. We're watching The Ring but I can't concentrate, I'm shattered for some reason. Oh well I've seen this film a zillion times.
It's Valentines Dayin two days. I am not looking forward to it. Not even a smidget (which is a cross between a smidgeon and a midget according to Rich Fulcher/ Bob Fossil)
It's Valentines Dayin two days. I am not looking forward to it. Not even a smidget (which is a cross between a smidgeon and a midget according to Rich Fulcher/ Bob Fossil)
Friday, 6 November 2009
YOU MAKE ME WANNA LA LA !
hi cherry pie :)
This is Natasha -FOLLOW ME ON sorry you're not a winner : or something like that.
I actually was planning on writing Fluffy a letter (the owners blog) to remind her how amazing and incredibly funny she is but i gave up on that idea last week when i realized it was two in the morning and i had school the next day. Not so good times.
Anyways; back to my Fluffy being totally amazing.
Have you ever got up in the morning and thought to yourself that you could not be bothered with anything at all, that you just want to lie there and be quite contempt in your little bed, all curled up and feeling happy? Well yes, I get that too. However, I drag my lazy ass out of bed each morning and head to the centre where I meet my fluffy and get EJ quite happily and head to school to see my eye candy. Which -by the way- is looking pretty damn sexy!
back to my fluffy, did you know that she is one of the FEW people who manage to make me Happy through out the school day? With her insistent hilarious jokes and humours banter.
Anyways, she's reading over my shoulder [and i HATE that] so I'm going to finish this here and write you a letter later Fluffy telling you how much you actually meant to me, even though we've not been that close for that long. You are seriously, one of a kind and I really hope that I won't loose you AT ALL in the future.
i love you Fluffy, pinky swear that I do.
over and out;
MOUSTASHA!
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Ughhhhhhh.
I wonder what it'll be like this time next Thursday. Well, I know it will probably involve alcohol (I'm going to Fyvie again) but I mean I wonder if I'll be happy.
I've fallen out with one of my best friends and with one of my friends. Who incidentally is my (other) best friend's boyfriend. Sounds like a tongue twister I know. Now take into account that they both fell out with me over things that I have said without realising that they could hurt anyone.
The first completely misconstrued something that was meant to be a good thing and she said it broke her heart.
The second was me being a dumbass and accidentally putting a good relationship in jeapordy.
I love them both so much. I can't believe I've let this happen. I try to apologize but apparently it's too late. The only thing keeping me from self destruction (once more) is Amanda Palmer. I've never relied on someone so much who I have never met. Someone who is unaware of my existence decorates my subconscious. I see her as a very distant, unaware version of a guardian angel.
Please excuse the bad analogies, spelling, and grammar. I am shattered. Last night I didn't get to sleep 'til at least five and now it's almost midnight. I'm not physically tired, but my brain is giving up on rationality.
I have a plan for tomorrow.
I'm going to get up early (really do it this time) and have a shower. I'm going to post my avon order, not caring that it will be 8am. I will try to make myself not look like shit and get on a bus. I will go to the corner shop and get cigarettes, something i went without today and resultedly the already crappy situation has been feeling slightly crappier.
I'll wake up Caitlan because she said I'm allowed to, no matter how early it is.
I don't know what'll happen during the day, but by the night I'll be drunk with my friends. Hopefully I'll have sorted out arguments (or at least one).
I'll be happy. I'll force myself to be.
I've fallen out with one of my best friends and with one of my friends. Who incidentally is my (other) best friend's boyfriend. Sounds like a tongue twister I know. Now take into account that they both fell out with me over things that I have said without realising that they could hurt anyone.
The first completely misconstrued something that was meant to be a good thing and she said it broke her heart.
The second was me being a dumbass and accidentally putting a good relationship in jeapordy.
I love them both so much. I can't believe I've let this happen. I try to apologize but apparently it's too late. The only thing keeping me from self destruction (once more) is Amanda Palmer. I've never relied on someone so much who I have never met. Someone who is unaware of my existence decorates my subconscious. I see her as a very distant, unaware version of a guardian angel.
Please excuse the bad analogies, spelling, and grammar. I am shattered. Last night I didn't get to sleep 'til at least five and now it's almost midnight. I'm not physically tired, but my brain is giving up on rationality.
I have a plan for tomorrow.
I'm going to get up early (really do it this time) and have a shower. I'm going to post my avon order, not caring that it will be 8am. I will try to make myself not look like shit and get on a bus. I will go to the corner shop and get cigarettes, something i went without today and resultedly the already crappy situation has been feeling slightly crappier.
I'll wake up Caitlan because she said I'm allowed to, no matter how early it is.
I don't know what'll happen during the day, but by the night I'll be drunk with my friends. Hopefully I'll have sorted out arguments (or at least one).
I'll be happy. I'll force myself to be.
Thursday, 1 January 2009
In The Rhyme, Two Kay Nine.
It's the first of January 2009, it is too early to be excusably active on New Year's day, I'm wearing pyjamas that are making me too warm and I'm listening to Amanda Palmer :)
I got this really annoying cold, when I breathe through my throat it's all like "phlegmmy phlegm, cough you stupid breathing thing" then I cough which makes me cough more, eventually meaning I need to breathe. Here is the challenge. I breathe through my throat and I've got the phlegm problem again. So I breathe through my nose. Sometimes this doesn't work and I genuinely panic. Sometimes I thank God for having two nostrils and for sleeping on my left hand side because it usually means that one is slightly breatheable.
So moving on to holiday happenings. Christmas was the same as always, which is comforting in a strange way. Gran T stayed overnight on Christmas Eve and we all watched bad TV in the Spirit Of Christmas.
We got new Christmas pyjamas and got Mum annoyed because we were wrapping presents into the night even though she told us throughout the whole day that she's "not having any of that this year".
We woke up at a silly hour with silly grins which grew and spread while we opened our presents and had the usual Christmas breakfast - Ham and scrambled eggs - with the exception that over the course of the year I've become vegetarian so I had fake bacon and eggs instead. I love the whole "let's pretend that we murdered an animal but not actually do it" Quorn and soy kind of thing, it makes me laugh.
We played Singstar after that (my present) and my brother managed to beat me at singing East 17. Then the Supremes o_O
We went down to my Dad's/Gran's at about half ten and that whole side of the family came round and had formal banter. It's quite wierd - it's a bit like yeahhhhhh let's hang loose and live it uuUUUP and dear dear don't slurp your soup! Fun to see everyone though.
Christmas dinner. More fake carcass. Excessive amounts of meringue and cream. Doctor Who (FINALLY!!!) although I fell asleep for half of it.
Everyone left about an hour or two after dinner and me, my brother and sister stayed over. Cause it's my Dad's and all that.
I sat diligently at the piano for hours with the Dresden Dolls piano book - The Virginia Companion - telling myself that I CAN read sheet music, it just takes me a while. So if I sit here and go over it, I'll get better and then I can sight read and then I will be good. I won't just figure out the melody and then copy the guitar chord shapes. Then I went and sat down with a pencil and wrote in every note for Sex Changes, including the bit where she just hammers her hand down on the keys repeatedly. I think I might have a problem D:
Boxing Day was same old same old except I got drunk this time ahahahahaha.
We went to this Vietnamese restaurant with really cute waiters and waitresses who seemed eternally happy.
My Mum told me that because I'm almost 16 it'd be okay if I had "half-a-glass-of-wine-with-your-dinner-but-be-discreet" so she poured me half a glass. I drank most of it and then a waiter came over and filled my glass up to the top. He was so smiley that I didn't say anything. Over about five minutes I drank that too. The process repeats and everything becomes incredibly funny.
Then dinner ended and we went back to my uncle's where there was one of those big bottles of Bacardi Breezer waiting for me. I mean I know it's only, what, 4% I think, but 1: I'm a lightweight 2: It's yummy and 3: I didn't need much of a nudge towards dizziness after the wine.
I didn't make a fool of myself but dang I was amused by everything. Especially Singstar which I got slightly competitive with towards the end of the night.
The next day I wake up at 6am at my house to pack my bag for going to Fyvie with my friend Caitlan. It's outside Aberdeen, her Mum lives there and I've been going there every holiday for about 2 years. I'm regarded as the "other daughter" :)
Now by this point I hadn't smoked since Christmas eveeve and I was really needing one by then, i just had nowhere to go to be able to smoke and not have to return in 2 minutes smelling like it. Taking the dog for a walk was deemed way too suspicious months ago.
So when I finally got to the bus station with Caitlan we had one outside before the bus and some random guy called Dave started talking to us. He was small, "festively plump", cock-eyed and we both thought he was a pervert. Turns out he wasn't so we started talking about piercings and Playstations ... as you do.
Dave is a leg-end. He does not like vodka. He does like Southern Comfort. He spent £50 the other day on a shooting game and memory card for the playstation. He is contemplating dyeing his hair red, white and blue. And I quote, his Christmas was "Fffffffffff......................it wis awryt nah ih ah meann???".
Talking to him I realised that his was probably the last Glaswegian accent I'd be hearing for the next 5 days. It was odd.
I could go into details about Fyvie but this entry is already oversized. Basically we had anamazing time, seeing everyone we haven't seen since the Summer, got pie eyed, went into town, Igot an industrial ear piercing (http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=kfPM-esijWg&feature=related) <--- this isn't me by the way
Caitlan got ehr lip pierced again but on the other wide this time. It was awesome.
I'll update laters, my Mum wants to watch Stardust. And i'm not argueing with that.
Lovelove xo
I got this really annoying cold, when I breathe through my throat it's all like "phlegmmy phlegm, cough you stupid breathing thing" then I cough which makes me cough more, eventually meaning I need to breathe. Here is the challenge. I breathe through my throat and I've got the phlegm problem again. So I breathe through my nose. Sometimes this doesn't work and I genuinely panic. Sometimes I thank God for having two nostrils and for sleeping on my left hand side because it usually means that one is slightly breatheable.
So moving on to holiday happenings. Christmas was the same as always, which is comforting in a strange way. Gran T stayed overnight on Christmas Eve and we all watched bad TV in the Spirit Of Christmas.
We got new Christmas pyjamas and got Mum annoyed because we were wrapping presents into the night even though she told us throughout the whole day that she's "not having any of that this year".
We woke up at a silly hour with silly grins which grew and spread while we opened our presents and had the usual Christmas breakfast - Ham and scrambled eggs - with the exception that over the course of the year I've become vegetarian so I had fake bacon and eggs instead. I love the whole "let's pretend that we murdered an animal but not actually do it" Quorn and soy kind of thing, it makes me laugh.
We played Singstar after that (my present) and my brother managed to beat me at singing East 17. Then the Supremes o_O
We went down to my Dad's/Gran's at about half ten and that whole side of the family came round and had formal banter. It's quite wierd - it's a bit like yeahhhhhh let's hang loose and live it uuUUUP and dear dear don't slurp your soup! Fun to see everyone though.
Christmas dinner. More fake carcass. Excessive amounts of meringue and cream. Doctor Who (FINALLY!!!) although I fell asleep for half of it.
Everyone left about an hour or two after dinner and me, my brother and sister stayed over. Cause it's my Dad's and all that.
I sat diligently at the piano for hours with the Dresden Dolls piano book - The Virginia Companion - telling myself that I CAN read sheet music, it just takes me a while. So if I sit here and go over it, I'll get better and then I can sight read and then I will be good. I won't just figure out the melody and then copy the guitar chord shapes. Then I went and sat down with a pencil and wrote in every note for Sex Changes, including the bit where she just hammers her hand down on the keys repeatedly. I think I might have a problem D:
Boxing Day was same old same old except I got drunk this time ahahahahaha.
We went to this Vietnamese restaurant with really cute waiters and waitresses who seemed eternally happy.
My Mum told me that because I'm almost 16 it'd be okay if I had "half-a-glass-of-wine-with-your-dinner-but-be-discreet" so she poured me half a glass. I drank most of it and then a waiter came over and filled my glass up to the top. He was so smiley that I didn't say anything. Over about five minutes I drank that too. The process repeats and everything becomes incredibly funny.
Then dinner ended and we went back to my uncle's where there was one of those big bottles of Bacardi Breezer waiting for me. I mean I know it's only, what, 4% I think, but 1: I'm a lightweight 2: It's yummy and 3: I didn't need much of a nudge towards dizziness after the wine.
I didn't make a fool of myself but dang I was amused by everything. Especially Singstar which I got slightly competitive with towards the end of the night.
The next day I wake up at 6am at my house to pack my bag for going to Fyvie with my friend Caitlan. It's outside Aberdeen, her Mum lives there and I've been going there every holiday for about 2 years. I'm regarded as the "other daughter" :)
Now by this point I hadn't smoked since Christmas eveeve and I was really needing one by then, i just had nowhere to go to be able to smoke and not have to return in 2 minutes smelling like it. Taking the dog for a walk was deemed way too suspicious months ago.
So when I finally got to the bus station with Caitlan we had one outside before the bus and some random guy called Dave started talking to us. He was small, "festively plump", cock-eyed and we both thought he was a pervert. Turns out he wasn't so we started talking about piercings and Playstations ... as you do.
Dave is a leg-end. He does not like vodka. He does like Southern Comfort. He spent £50 the other day on a shooting game and memory card for the playstation. He is contemplating dyeing his hair red, white and blue. And I quote, his Christmas was "Fffffffffff......................it wis awryt nah ih ah meann???".
Talking to him I realised that his was probably the last Glaswegian accent I'd be hearing for the next 5 days. It was odd.
I could go into details about Fyvie but this entry is already oversized. Basically we had anamazing time, seeing everyone we haven't seen since the Summer, got pie eyed, went into town, Igot an industrial ear piercing (http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=kfPM-esijWg&feature=related) <--- this isn't me by the way
Caitlan got ehr lip pierced again but on the other wide this time. It was awesome.
I'll update laters, my Mum wants to watch Stardust. And i'm not argueing with that.
Lovelove xo
Sunday, 26 October 2008
October Twenty Sixth Two Thousand And Eight =)
BLOG!
So yeah, welcome to the official blog cherry popping of me. What an occasion.
Moving swiftly on...I wanted to blog. Writing in my diary just amounts to my sister finding and reading it - not so fun - and blogging on bebo is useless. No one reads, no one cares, and you can't read anything too personal in case someone reads somethings.
Blogger, I love you.
Last night the clocks went back an hour. I went to my bed at about 4am thinking "It's all good, I have an extra hour in bed anyhow", totally forgetting that unless I get up beforehand, I now automatically wake up at nine o'clock for no apparent reason EVERY MORNING and can't get back to sleep. So I gave up and got up, watching bad TV waiting on everyone else rising from their great extra-hour-filled-lie-in.
Oh my god I'm sounding like Marvin the Paranoid Android
I had a roll and potatoe scone, which made me happy, and about half a mug of coffee before the cat decided to head-butt it onto my bare arms, which for some reason made me laugh uncontrollably. I don't enjoy pain, but it sure as hell is freakin' funny sometimes.
I went in to Glasgow uni library with my brother later on to do studying, the guy at the counter let me in even though I'm not a student, and I got an English essay done and three quarters of a French one.
Came home at about six-ish. I had some really bad strong coffee in town and ever since I havent been feeling up to eating much. And thats really my day today. Gripping stuff :O
Usually I'd be putting in here poetry etc. from the day but I'm shattered and illiterate at the moment, so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead.
I wish I could think of a good "I'll quit while I'm a head" joke right now XD
**EDIT**
Wrote a poem two seconds ago, no name yet =)
Top of the head
Tip of the tongue
And instantly regrettable.
I thought this time
The last time
It would be achievable.
But my predictions are a little off these days
Cigarette smoke and insomnia haze.
Well fuck this
Fuck you
Fuck what I had planned to do.
Retorts revolve around me head
Evolve and forget what I said.
I'll pick off my vices one by one
And you're top of the list baby.
So yeah, welcome to the official blog cherry popping of me. What an occasion.
Moving swiftly on...I wanted to blog. Writing in my diary just amounts to my sister finding and reading it - not so fun - and blogging on bebo is useless. No one reads, no one cares, and you can't read anything too personal in case someone reads somethings.
Blogger, I love you.
Last night the clocks went back an hour. I went to my bed at about 4am thinking "It's all good, I have an extra hour in bed anyhow", totally forgetting that unless I get up beforehand, I now automatically wake up at nine o'clock for no apparent reason EVERY MORNING and can't get back to sleep. So I gave up and got up, watching bad TV waiting on everyone else rising from their great extra-hour-filled-lie-in.
Oh my god I'm sounding like Marvin the Paranoid Android
I had a roll and potatoe scone, which made me happy, and about half a mug of coffee before the cat decided to head-butt it onto my bare arms, which for some reason made me laugh uncontrollably. I don't enjoy pain, but it sure as hell is freakin' funny sometimes.
I went in to Glasgow uni library with my brother later on to do studying, the guy at the counter let me in even though I'm not a student, and I got an English essay done and three quarters of a French one.
Came home at about six-ish. I had some really bad strong coffee in town and ever since I havent been feeling up to eating much. And thats really my day today. Gripping stuff :O
Usually I'd be putting in here poetry etc. from the day but I'm shattered and illiterate at the moment, so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead.
I wish I could think of a good "I'll quit while I'm a head" joke right now XD
**EDIT**
Wrote a poem two seconds ago, no name yet =)
Top of the head
Tip of the tongue
And instantly regrettable.
I thought this time
The last time
It would be achievable.
But my predictions are a little off these days
Cigarette smoke and insomnia haze.
Well fuck this
Fuck you
Fuck what I had planned to do.
Retorts revolve around me head
Evolve and forget what I said.
I'll pick off my vices one by one
And you're top of the list baby.
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