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Hello everyone. I'm meant to be going on holiday today but Dad has the flu so this means we're going to be trapped in the little wire cage that is the midlands for a little longer. It is sunny at the moment, fortunately, so I am feeling slightly less pissed off than I would be if it was raining.
I know I meant this to be an art blog but probably everyone finds that really uninteresting. In fact. Everyone probably finds this blog uninteresting, I am not cut out for this sort of thing you know, I don't know what's happened but over the past two years all the interest seems to have been sapped out of my life, I used to be able to write about anything, a pigeon I saw with short legs, a man with orange shoes. I don't know. It all seemed far more exciting to me before. Now I can just laugh about things and then they're gone.
In year 9 I had a livejournal which I posted in about three times a day.
HAHA here is my livejournal entry from the 11th February 2005. When I was only 14!
Dancing to the sound of...: Brand New
Yesss, finally thats another half term over, about time too, I'm so tired, recently I haven't been bothered to do anything, I go to school, then I go home through the shops, then go online until dinner, then i look at my homework and decide i can do it in the morning. Then I go to bed at about half 11.
Well hah to that, it is the holidays now so i can snigger at the sight of school being boring when i go past it on the bus to town.
School today was pretty crap to be honest, me and Tasha were late, then I did my french homework in the lesson. On the way to PE, i got stopped and yelled at in the corridor for having my shirt untucked and wearing a necklace. I dont really see how it affects the school image at all, if we went around with long skirts, and straight trousers and our shirts tucked in they would think we were a boffin school. You know when teachers tell you that if you dont want to go by the rules then you should leave, i bet the entire school would just up and walk out if that was the case.
I had to go to a song rehearsal for Bugsy Malone at lunch, Tallulah sounds like a chipmunk, this is going to be humiliating. Sadly our play is on at the same time as Vesey's, I really wanted to go and see theirs!
Tonight I went to Leah's, Tasha is staying over but I could not because I am having Nat to stay tomorrow instead of going to the party down the street. I have left my Futureheads cd at leahs, damn! I saw 'Finding Nemo' for the first time, but then my dad came to pick me up just before the end, grr, and here I am now, and it is the holiday!
Tomorrow I'm going to get some new clothes i think, i have finally got some money, I want to make myself a new skirt to wear to the Kaiser Chiefs. I'm excited!
I had better go now and do something out of the ordinary, maybe, err, ok leave this one with me, I'll come up with something.
Good Byeee
x x x x x x x x
Haha wasn't I a bag of cocks? I remember all that shit well though.
See, that's not any more interesting than my life now, but somehow I managed to write about it. You know something is amiss when you can't find anything of interest in your own life. It's not even that my life is shit, completely the opposite. I am happy, I have nice friends and family, lots of shoes and a mocha addiction, what's not to enjoy?
I think my life is growing a little boring, I'd be tired of writing the same dull things over and over.
I have been saying this for ages. Ages and ages.
'MEH MEH MEH I NEED TO DO SOMETHING NEW BLAH BLAH LIFE IS THE SAME I AM A BORING TWAT MEH MEH BLAHAHAHA' ETC.
I'm not going to say that this time, or say that 'I mean it.' Because there is no doubt that I will not do anything, my life will remain pleasantly dull.
I am in one of those moods where you just don't feel that you can be bothered. I kind of want to go to the athletics club today, or rather, I feel that I ought to go, although I am lacking in botheration. I am too tired because this morning I had that thing where you are too tired but cannot sleep.
I might go ask my parents what to do. If they tell me I ought to go I darn well might.
Also, I have finished my 'GARDEN' art project, finally! It was really wearing me down, grinding at my soul like a bag of bolts.
Yeah, so in a bit slags.
I know I meant this to be an art blog but probably everyone finds that really uninteresting. In fact. Everyone probably finds this blog uninteresting, I am not cut out for this sort of thing you know, I don't know what's happened but over the past two years all the interest seems to have been sapped out of my life, I used to be able to write about anything, a pigeon I saw with short legs, a man with orange shoes. I don't know. It all seemed far more exciting to me before. Now I can just laugh about things and then they're gone.
In year 9 I had a livejournal which I posted in about three times a day.
HAHA here is my livejournal entry from the 11th February 2005. When I was only 14!
Dancing to the sound of...: Brand New
Yesss, finally thats another half term over, about time too, I'm so tired, recently I haven't been bothered to do anything, I go to school, then I go home through the shops, then go online until dinner, then i look at my homework and decide i can do it in the morning. Then I go to bed at about half 11.
Well hah to that, it is the holidays now so i can snigger at the sight of school being boring when i go past it on the bus to town.
School today was pretty crap to be honest, me and Tasha were late, then I did my french homework in the lesson. On the way to PE, i got stopped and yelled at in the corridor for having my shirt untucked and wearing a necklace. I dont really see how it affects the school image at all, if we went around with long skirts, and straight trousers and our shirts tucked in they would think we were a boffin school. You know when teachers tell you that if you dont want to go by the rules then you should leave, i bet the entire school would just up and walk out if that was the case.
I had to go to a song rehearsal for Bugsy Malone at lunch, Tallulah sounds like a chipmunk, this is going to be humiliating. Sadly our play is on at the same time as Vesey's, I really wanted to go and see theirs!
Tonight I went to Leah's, Tasha is staying over but I could not because I am having Nat to stay tomorrow instead of going to the party down the street. I have left my Futureheads cd at leahs, damn! I saw 'Finding Nemo' for the first time, but then my dad came to pick me up just before the end, grr, and here I am now, and it is the holiday!
Tomorrow I'm going to get some new clothes i think, i have finally got some money, I want to make myself a new skirt to wear to the Kaiser Chiefs. I'm excited!
I had better go now and do something out of the ordinary, maybe, err, ok leave this one with me, I'll come up with something.
Good Byeee
x x x x x x x x
Haha wasn't I a bag of cocks? I remember all that shit well though.
See, that's not any more interesting than my life now, but somehow I managed to write about it. You know something is amiss when you can't find anything of interest in your own life. It's not even that my life is shit, completely the opposite. I am happy, I have nice friends and family, lots of shoes and a mocha addiction, what's not to enjoy?
I think my life is growing a little boring, I'd be tired of writing the same dull things over and over.
I have been saying this for ages. Ages and ages.
'MEH MEH MEH I NEED TO DO SOMETHING NEW BLAH BLAH LIFE IS THE SAME I AM A BORING TWAT MEH MEH BLAHAHAHA' ETC.
I'm not going to say that this time, or say that 'I mean it.' Because there is no doubt that I will not do anything, my life will remain pleasantly dull.
I am in one of those moods where you just don't feel that you can be bothered. I kind of want to go to the athletics club today, or rather, I feel that I ought to go, although I am lacking in botheration. I am too tired because this morning I had that thing where you are too tired but cannot sleep.
I might go ask my parents what to do. If they tell me I ought to go I darn well might.
Also, I have finished my 'GARDEN' art project, finally! It was really wearing me down, grinding at my soul like a bag of bolts.
Yeah, so in a bit slags.
posted by MaryEvelyn at 9:00 am
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