So I'm back and awaiting the new year. Gots a quick little monsage and a brain oucher (Well for me it is)

Ya'll have a good '07, 'Mericans We're all gonna be waiting for ye to join us :P

My point: The right side of Britain is already in '07, and when BIG Ben chimes 00:00, so will I, but that leaves the other 1/3 of the world (i.e. The 'Merica's)still in '06.

Time Travel, fancinating. Imagine if you could get a plane fast and quick enough, that as one place hits 00:00 '07, that you can fly back on yourself and get back into '06 on the other side of the world.

Damn... creepin' myself out.


Cya'll next yearo.

Current Location: Home Crap Home
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Final Fantasy Theme Tune (So kick me)

So we have like 4 days or maybe 3 'til fat old Santa decides to break into our houses, leaves his unwanted shit under our just fixed up tree and walks off with the cookies and milk we forgot to put away a few hours earlier.

Somewhat, I'm not excited. Damn I feel like such a party poooper. I hate being old! My room is the only corner of the house that hasn't got something Christmasy in it! Even my brother who is a Scroooge in every language possible at least has tinsel in his room, but do I?

Fuck no!?

I'm gonna need to see a Pshyce. ASAP.

Gah, plus I'm still not looking forward to a family meet up ... TOMORROW. My Dad's brother wants to see the family, which is acceptable, the last time he saw me, be it for at least 2 minutes was around about 4 years ago. And my dad, being the person he is, is going topsy turvey over it and refusing!

So them two have issues between themselves, that me as a teenager seem to miss or cannot be bothered to listen or understand.

But still GROW UP! You're in your late forties, he's bordering 51! You'll be dead soon anywho! (well, consdiering how this day and age is progressing - I'm giving it a few years :))

I bet you're thinking have I finished yet... have I HELL! I'm just getting started. Ah... thank ye LJ, my one and only friend who wants to listen to me and isn't typed up in their own little world fantasizing about some gay ring, who they're shagging and how many chocolates they gonna get for christmas, and one who seems to think she's a size 8... but is still fat!(I think thats about a size 4 in America. No idea...)

Damn I just hit my numpad four key so hard... its errmmmm stuck. SHIT!

Why does wverything I touch die, wilt, wither... BREAK!

I was in a good mood 20 minutes ago.....




BLOODY LJ!

Okay... I think I'll stop now, considering that my 'QWERYUIO' is now missing it's last letter, which I can't ty()e.

I need a new keyboard!

Current Mood: cranky

Just here to give a quick announcement, although belated; of the safe arrival of my guinea pig's babies

Smokey & Squint

Born on the 9th Dec. 06 at about 10am... damn! I was working!

Mother is fine and father still wants another shag.




So, everything is fine :p

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Celtic Woman - One World

I am single person with a furry hood on, walking by myself. ON my own! I am a treat to society! FEAR ME!

Current Location: My Room
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: CHRISTMAS SONGS!

So I decided to come out from under the rock. Decided that once in my lifetime, or once in this month, I will finally update. Now here's the bloody question what do I update on?!

Okay referring to the title, i am serious. I don't live outside a box, I live around my computer, and in my house and college, I'm a freeking couch freeking potato. I have NO life. Whatsoever. Nutta. Vamousch. Zilch.

Rota, for the next week:
Sat: work
Sun: work
Mon: college
Tue: college
Wed: At home, probably watching re-runs.
Thur: work experience and then back to college for self - defence classes (Don't all laugh at once)
Fri: college.

And in other news, Brandy, my piggy wiggy is preggers, and is huge. Seriously, if theres one thing to actually live for from now on... it's her. I'm gonna be a mummmy ya'll... to a guinea pig's baby.

Wait, a nan. At 17. Shit... I sound like a hoe. Anyways.

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Must people type so loudly? Its like they want the keyboard to die, to magle the keys on the keyboard, typing. every. single. key. with. extreme. amounts. of. power. The people who type with one finger.... y'know the guys who don't realise that they ahve two freeking hands and 5 fingers on each (sorry 4 fingers and a thumb).

Guess what?
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Seriously guess what....

Okay, I'll tell ye. I got to kiss a doll Yup! CPR classes finally decide to kick in. It rocks... a doll... me, kissing a doll.

I'm gonna fail in the medical profession... and you know why?
*insert large sigh right here*


Annie never came back to life. She never breathed again! I KILLED ANNIE THE DOLL people. Her life was in my hands, and I wasted it. I'm a waste of skin and bones. Rid myself of the earth I shall. (Geez, do I really go back to old english language when I get distressed and emotionall unstable? Nope, not old english I sound like Yoda... yes, do I!) Pip Pip.

Besides of all that happening, and me falling over, setting light to my wrist band, farting loud in a lecture and potentailly destroying the ozone layer when I forgot to change the gears on a car....

That 'tis all.

Current Location: Colchester Institute Library.... look it up ya'll!
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: None

A few minutes ago, my 14 yr old sister tells me that HIV was started becuase a man shagged a monkey...

WTF?
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I repeat WTF!?

O_o My thoughts exactly :s

Current Location: At home
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: None

Geez, seriously. Again today, I was sitting down at college and this guy with a huge Stick that blind people have come and almost knocked my head off with his flaming stick sits next to me. And through the corner of my eye, I can see this guy 'looking' me up and down, as if he knew what he was seeing! ARGH! Men! Even when they blind they want meat. Don't get me wrong I have nothing against the blind... sorry :s Partially sighted or seeing impaired... W/E!

Anyway...casting back to this morning...
Picture This:

::Bus is full.
::First bus in about 30 minutes (they supposed to arrive very 10 minutes).
::People are edgy...gonna be late for work/college etc.
::3 stops later an old man gets on, hunched over with two walking sticks.
::He takes a good 5 minutes to get on the bus.
::He looks for a seat.
::No-one gives it to him (note; I'm standing up, wedging myself between two pushchairs/prams here!)
::1 minute later... still no-one.
::Pregnant lady gets up and offers her seat. Also note that shes probably about to drop here. I mean half way up the road she's huffing and puffing.

My main point:
Society is fucked up.





Really fucked up

Current Mood: cranky

And today, I learned its full potential. So get the picture;

I never have learnt any sign language, actually save please and thankyou, but I always see it on T.V. Ya'll know, the little anooying dude/dudette thats in the bottom corner of your T.V screens, jiggling away.... yeah. Thats all I know.

Well today, when I was wondering around town, giving hadnshakes to randomly good looking charity workers, I come across this old man. He's deaf. So he signs.

No word of a lie:

I UNDERSTAND HIM.

So I sign back. I left and seriously thought that I was dreaming, practically kidding myself at what I had just acheived; but I wasn't. Turned round and sure enough that old critter was following my directions.

Somehow I learned to sign subconcsiously. Honestly.

There's just knowledge deep down that no one, not even yourself knows that is there, and only decides to come along in the weirdest of situations, that freak you out at the end.

I suppose that is why Scientists can never understand the fully potential of the human mind or body.
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And by the Valar, I'm gonna do charity work! Some of those guys were fine ;P

And in other news, I just spent the last 3 days converting my website to a new one. Argh it was so confusing. 5 different windows up at a time. Seriously confusing.

So yeah.

Current Location: My College - bah.
Current Mood: calm

So its that time of year again, that I can finally unleash the full power of my evilness and scare the lonely lonely little kiddies who foolishly come to my door.

Last year, was a drag. I mean no one came to the door, we got egged (what a fooking suprise) and low and behold, Carrie started a fight (well.. weren't that bad. I won. EGG FIGHT!). I suppose the only good thing was that my sister almost pissed herself when I jumped her and my parents were out.

Nope. They're not out for Halloween this year. DAMN.

But the plan for this year is to hide behind the many conifers surrounding my house and ya'll know Melman from Madagascar? Yeah, well my sister has a 3ft stuffed toy of him, and he's scary. So he'll be popping in between the conifers AND scaring kids not me!

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And maybe standing in shop windows pretending to be mannequins sounds like a gooood idea. Y'know standing up there and as soon as people come to inspeact what ya'll wearinf jump up and scare them. You'd be suprised at how well that works.

WHOOOOO!

And I'm off to see Saw 3 soon! Na na na na.

Chow for now.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Damn fucking college class.

In college at the present moment (whoopde do) and really, I'm meant to be doing a test for my Key Skills in ICT. Yeah, as long as I can turn on the computer, log into my website, LJ and Fanfiction, I don't care, really. So that was done in around 15 minutes (supposed to take an hour) and I gots 32/40. Good hey?

...Carrie has brains.

- Well, you can be the judge of that :s

And at what age do you think that people would actually grow out of bitching about people because they said something beyond the ordinary... for example I said: "some people in the medical profession are jerks", after being asked what have you learnt.

And by the Valar above you should have heard all the comments I got. Hello you're 17 not 7, damn hoe bitches of a tramp's mother-in-laws half breed.

Humpf.

....Now I am okay.

Have you noticed that I ask too many questions? Actually, I wasn't going to say that, but oh well, what I was originally going to say was... I've used too many italics in this entry (seriously I should stop thinking as I type. Or type what I think)? Anyways... have you noticed that my LJ entries have no structure to them what so bleedin' ever? I mean they're all actaully a bunch of drabble, and I can't believe that some people (or at least I think they do) read all the way through them.

So it is possible to waste people's lives over the internet. Proved you wrong oh science 'teacher'.

...So yes. No structure.

Lets review. I hate cats (where the fook did that come from?) I have brains (or so I think) I am okay, not pissed off. And this journal entry has no structure, just like the rest of my posts.

So there. One entry done. I do not neglect LJ.

LOLs re-incarnated fish.

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NO! I have not been taking drugs, or have gone over the alcohol limit. This is Carrie booooooored.

Current Mood: Blah
Current Music: The humming of nearby computers. Soothing, really.