Life on Jupiter.

Relocation...

2010-01-01T20:53:00.001Z

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Truely Epic People

2009-12-05T19:57:00.005Z

Truely epic people are hard to come by; yes, you can come across awesome people, but this is different... These people say things that you'd never even thought of. These people have tiny perks that make them weird. These people might not be your friends, but you remember them for life. Now I've been down and out lately, and still am I guess, but I thought of a conversation I had with one of these TEP, and I instantly smiled. So I copy and pasted it, and here it is:

THIS CONVERSATION TOOK PLACE ON FEBRUARY 16th, 2009 :~
KEY:
{---} :random faces
{-x-} :stuff about insects
{x-x} :stuff about being tired
{xxx} : stuff about Jewish Holiday Cows

{-x-}
[16:05] EllyPhant: haha still into Ray hhmm?
[16:05] StripeS: DUH! If you watched Dancing on Ice, you'd be as well! lol
[16:05] StripeS: He's just soooo talented...
[16:05] EllyPhant: U still wanna pry off his chest hair with your teeth? U are such a groupie hehe
[16:06] EllyPhant: Wrong! His hairdresser is talented.
[16:06] StripeS: lol He's 5 years older than me :)
[16:06] EllyPhant: aahh well. Don’t let you being too old stop you trying ya luck ;)
[16:06] StripeS: he is a great actor, singer, dancer and ice skater :P
[16:07] EllyPhant: Yes... it's a shame he has no legs or arms...
[16:07] StripeS: They did 80's week on Dancing on Ice and they were like, HE was still wearing Nappies in the 80s... He was only born in 1988 :P awww
[16:07] StripeS: He's totally strong! he did the drake lift!
[16:07] EllyPhant: I was born in 1988
[16:07] EllyPhant: And I’m STILL in nappies :$
[16:08] StripeS: lmao! (lol)
[16:09] EllyPhant: I would like to rest my face in between his freshly waxed behind and fall to sleep
[16:09] StripeS: Shup you perv! First u diss Stephen Fry... now ur perving on my Ray Quinn! Get your own person! lol
[16:10] EllyPhant: hahahahaha
[16:10] EllyPhant: I know. My pervifying of your mind is almost complete... already... your sick twisted mind is forming as you become less and less disgusted by the taste of marmite on toast... SOOON you won't even flush anymore.
[16:11] EllyPhant: or wear a seat belt.
[16:11] StripeS: lmao Ych a Fi! :P Im pretty twisted and perverted anyway. I read Chuck Palahniuk, remember? lol
[16:12] EllyPhant: Is he the man who was imprisoned for paedophilia and writes novels out of his sperm and blood for ink, and uses his bed linen for paper in his sell?
[16:12] EllyPhant: He’s a saint really...
[16:12] EllyPhant: cell*
[16:13] StripeS: Erm... I dont think so... He wrote Fight Club and Lullaby though... :P
[16:14] EllyPhant: ohh that must of been ray then...
[16:14] EllyPhant: :P
[16:15] StripeS: SHUP FOO! lol
{-x-}
{x-x}
[16:22] EllyPhant: elly wants to... ring up ray and let him take me to bed... :P haha
[16:22] StripeS: lmao... Well he's have to catch a bus from my bed in that case! lol
[16:23] EllyPhant: Then he’ll be able to RAY-pe me.
[16:23] StripeS: lmao! HIGH FIVE!
[16:23] EllyPhant: lol!
[16:23] EllyPhant: *high fives*
[16:24] EllyPhant: Personally I think wouldn’t mind a little bit of man-company
[16:24] EllyPhant: He looks like one of those.... PEOPLE.
{---}
[16:25] EllyPhant: He can’t resist that pinewood odour of two men and their man smell in the morning
[16:25] EllyPhant: EW.
{x-x}
[16:25] StripeS: lol Elly! Im a minor! Polluting my already polluted mind! :P
{x-x}
[16:26] EllyPhant: How old are you again? 12-teen right? :P
[16:26] StripeS: lmao 5teen :P
[16:26] EllyPhant: hahaha
[16:27] EllyPhant: Well I’m 20. and so is ray. STAY WITHIN UR OWN AGE BRACKET WOMAN! *slaps*
[16:27] StripeS: lmao NEVER! Im 6teen in November so :P
[16:28] EllyPhant: He likes SOCKS and CRACKS! not MANNINA AND FLAPS!
[16:28] StripeS: Im might as well face it I'm addicted to Ray :P lol
[16:28] StripeS: lmao! SHUP FOO!!! He has a gf anywho... Can we kill her then share him? lol
[16:28] EllyPhant: My witty creativeness is slowly being replaced with just working class vulgarity.... soon I’ll feel the urge to drink lager and pop to the bookies.
[16:29] EllyPhant: Only if we can eat her.
[16:29] EllyPhant: So we... CONSUME the attraction he feels for her. Then he'll be attracted to us. Makes sense :P
[16:29] StripeS: Fine... you can, Im a veggie... I'll chew on the bones cz that's not meat :)
[16:30] EllyPhant: ummm well what about the bone MARROW that’s meat.
[16:30] EllyPhant: ok ok
[16:30] StripeS: I'll spit it out :P
[16:30] EllyPhant: We’ll make her work out first. To keep the meat lean and her organs supple.
[16:30] EllyPhant: :P
[16:30] EllyPhant: I would eat a human
[16:30] EllyPhant: If they were properlly cooked and consented
[16:30] EllyPhant: I'd eat them
[16:31] EllyPhant: NOM NOM NOM NOM
[16:31] StripeS: I'd rather eat a human than an animal cz animals have no voice :P
[16:31] EllyPhant: Yes but they still scream
{xxx}
[16:34] EllyPhant: Its also in Jewish law for the Rabbi to suck a newborn boys penis during circumsicion
[16:35] EllyPhant: To suck the blood out of the wound created after the foreskin is about or has been removed.
[16:35] StripeS: you're joking
[16:35] StripeS: no...
[16:35] EllyPhant: Nope. An orthodox rabbi in new york was convicted for giving several Jewish boys hepatitis
[16:35] StripeS: :S
[16:36] EllyPhant: Don’t believe me? I’ll find you the hebrew term for it
[16:36] StripeS: G2g... my Dad's almost home :P bye! Email me the term!
[16:36] EllyPhant: In more liberal Jewish synagogues they use a tube so the rabbi’s lips do not touch the boys penis
[16:36] EllyPhant: ok byes
[16:36] EllyPhant: xx
[16:36] StripeS: tra xx

I THEN GOT THIS EMAIL:~
"mezizah -- Hebrew term for the third step in the Jewish circumcision ritual, in which the mohel applies his mouth to the freshly circumcised infant's penis and sucks up the first drops of blood. In more recent times this procedure has been carried out via a tube, as infections, venereal disease, and tuberculosis, sometimes resulting in the death of the infant, have occurred due to contamination of the wound. "
"Shabbath 19:2 They may perform on the Sabbath all things that are needful for circumcision: excision, tearing, sucking [the wound], and putting thereon a bandage and cumin. If this had not been pounded up on the eve of the Sabbath a man may chew it with his teeth and then apply it."
Various more sources on other stuff, and wikipedia.
Told you. hehehe

What I Recieved...

2009-11-17T20:21:00.007Z

Today is my Birthday! (Y)

10.2 megapixel digital camera (whom I called Toby)
A bright lime carrier and a card-reader to go with Toby.
DVDs: The History Boys, My So-Called Life, Click, Being Human.
CDs: Burn Halo, Motley Crue
A white and green watch from Next.
A tee saying 'I Jingle All The Way'
An angel decoration and 'Voodoo The Destroyer'.
A magnet of Aiden Turner from Desperate Romantics.
A keyring of Santi.
Biffy Clyro's new album 'Only Revolutions' (from Tess)
An epic notebook and a cute little brown cat ornament (from Kieran)
An epic black duck broach that I adore (from Hannah)
Another cute little cat ornament, but yellow instead (from Sam)
A tee and 'Next: Just Pink' fragrant bath set (from the Brown Family)
A strawberry keyring and an epic frame (from the Smith Family)
A red (not blue) box of Lindt chocolates (from the Hammett Family)
A keyring that shall be converted into a necklace (from Cerian)

To celebrate my coming of age, I shall be going to see Elliot Minor on Thursday November 19th, and New Moon on Saturday November 21st. I know people are thinking, She Didn't Throw A Party? I don't like them when I'm the focus though!

Tofu! <3

Routine Ruins

2009-11-15T01:23:00.003Z

In the dead of night, when nobody is awake, my soul starts to dread the tiny slithers of light that are bound to shed through the clouds at any given moment. The light marks the beginning of a new day, and with each one passing, one can't help but feel the cruel, harsh reality that we live in a routine lifestyle sink in. Our lives are dictated to us by the passing of the sun. The hours between the darkness descending and the light shining through are just as lively as a corpse. Everyone's gone, the next day is creeping closer to you. Deadlines that haven't been met, people you don't want to see, it all comes to mind with a sudden cold reality that is as welcome as a knife in the eye. We all become broken products of routine; routine ruins.

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

Nine Steps...

2009-11-11T00:08:00.004Z

Set the character's NORMALITY. An EVENT happens to change it. The main character now has an OBJECTIVE. On their way to complete this, around three OSTRUCTIONS happen that prevent the character from achieving their objective. A CRISIS happens that makes us think, "No, now they'll never get to where they're going..." This is followed by a CLIMAX, and then comes down to a CONCLUSION. Whether or not they achieve their objective is up to you as the writer.

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

Eargasms for the Poor!

2009-11-04T22:18:00.013Z

I only have one Biffy Clyro album (Puzzle), and it's amazing. Simon Neil is stupendous though; everything he says has an underlying truth, he's an amazing singer (Scottish, yet you can't tell as much anymore) and he's one of those people that can't help but to come out with amazing ideas and music. I get Kerrang! and NME every single Wednesday, and this week they were giving away a free offer: Biffy Clyro recorded four songs in an acoustic session, and with the given code, you could get them for free. There's a tiny little catch: you have a limited amount of time. The first 2,000 people get all four songs, the next 1,000 people get two songs, the following 2,500 people got one song. I didn't realise that, so when I found out, my heart sank and I did it quickly. I GOT FOUR SONGS! Their songs sound amazing (you can hear their whole album on MySpace) and I don't just want it, I need it. It sounds so good, and it's a lot more uplifting than their last one. The topic is love, and love it I shall. It's called Only Revolutions and it's released on November 9th. Get it now if you know what's good for your ears!

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

Just A Monolgue

2009-10-31T01:35:00.006Z

Okay, so I was in Drama the other day and we were all told to write a monologue from someone during the Miner's Strike in around 5 minutes. I chose to do one from the old lady, because I like to write as old people, but at the same time it's hard to know what old people would've thought about the Miner's Strike since it was 25 years ago and they'd all be dead now. Anywho, I took inspiration from Sara Goldfarb in Hubert Selby Jr's 'Requiem For A Dream' and from a few old ladies that I've seen and spoken to. I nearly cried writing it since I put myself in the same mindset as the character. Sorry the introduction to it is longer than the actual thing itself! Here it is:
"Oh John, if only you could see how bright the silver candlesticks are shining. I cleaned them just for you. I only wish that David would think more of you. He's involved in that strike... I'm telling you John, if people had seen what you and I went through with the war they'd stop this silly nonsense. Oh, the kettle just went off. I'm making tea; milk and one suger, just as you'd like it. I remember, you use to say, "Oh Barbara, you're sweet enough!" John, I miss you. I got a cat to warm your side of the bed, but it's not the same. It eats more than you ever did and I'm allergic to it."

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

Stupid Birds and Bees

2009-10-29T00:08:00.003Z

Today, I narrowly avoided the Birds and Bees conversation, and to be completely truthful, it left me with horrible chills. This is what happened:

DAD - When are you going to have sex?

ME - When I'm Sixteen...

MOM - You're goig to have sex just because you're Sixteen?!

ME - No, I mean when I do it'll be legal...

DAD - I'm not talking about the law. i'm asking you when you're going to have sex.

ME - I'm not going to plan it out. It's not like you have to have an appointment!

Then dad went on about how he doesn't like me talking to a seventeen-year-old who isn't in school and who is going to be moving into a flat soon. He went on to tell me that he didn't want me to ever have sex (obviously joking...), but still, it was horrible.

Dad doesn't like my latest fascination because he lives in a hostel (for resonable reasons - he wasn't thrown out for being a delinquent), he didn't go back to school (instead he took up some courses which he passed and is on £200 a week working full time from 4.30am) and he happens to be someone that Tess knows (even though she pretty much knows the whole of Ammanford). Dad said that all a guy needs is a place to take a girl back, but he just seems like such a monster when he goes on about 'what all guys do'. It's so annoying and judgmental of him to not like someone when he hasn't ever met him... He makes me happy, Mother seems happy for me at least!

I feel so frustraited. I mean, in nineteen days I'll be able to have sex with whoever I choose (as long as they're over sixteen). So it wouldn't be a sin or anything, would it?

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

23 Days To Go...

2009-10-25T15:11:00.002Z

Okay, so there are twenty-three days until I can sell scrap metal (thanks Sam), so I'm actually really excited! I think that it's probably because I'll be a major (not that I'm going to use that fact for anything knowing me...) and then if anything were to happen, it would be completely legal! Although saying that, with parents like mine, I can't really see when I'll actually get the oppertunity until I'm in university. Maybe they'll change, Dad said my bedtime will go up by half an hour to midnight! We all know that that's going to be another rule forgotten though... I mean, come on, who bothers with a bedtime anymore? Just shut up and they'll let you stay downstairs until three in the morning! However, I get the feeling that I won't actually be getting the 'Birds and Bees' conversation for some reason, it just doesn't seem appropriate after everything we've gone through with Tess!

More importantly though, Abi's birthday is in three days, but we're celebrating on Tuesday instead of the actual Thursday. I'll be sure to tell you how that all goes. Plus I'm going to Swansea as a cat tomorrow, so that should be fun. Hopefully I'll get some pictures and hopefully John and Edward won't go out on the X Factor tonight! They probably will, but I just don't want to see them go! It'll totally suck! Sorry sanity, I've let you down again! Oh, and talking about a lack of sanity, I'm like, on my last 60 pages of American Psycho! I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I can't wait to watch the film with Christian Bale and Jared Leto in!

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

Are You Purrrrfect?

2009-10-20T16:43:00.003+01:00

Okay... as you all know from a few posts back, I love cats. So, what I've decided to do is get some people to colour in their noses and draw on some whiskers and send me a (or a few) pictures. What I'd like the world to do is take a picture of this and then email it to me at: jupiterstar@hotmail.co.uk, or stick them on photobucket and send me a link. Then, I stick them in a photo album on facebook (entitled The Lovecats). I've linked the album in this post! So yeah, if you want to be amazing and help me with my world mission, then please, take part!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

Hate That I Love You

2009-10-10T02:08:00.002+01:00

Just shut up for a minute and listen; I never meant to hurt you, it hurts me just to think of it, and I never meant to hurt you a second time. I guess that's just the way of life though, and don't worry, because I'm suffering now. The thought of you with somebody else hurts as much as if someone was punching me repeatedly in the stomach. However, the thought of me never being 'your girl' again is just the hardest thing to deal with. You've never meant so much to me, and yet I've probably never meant so little to you. I would stab her to death so you would never be with her, the thought of you and her repulses me. I would eat meat just so you would love me. I would cry all my tears and bleed all my blood just to have you back. I know I've always been the one in the wrong, and I never tried hard enough to make things work, but I think that you're the proof I've needed to believe that love can happen more than once. Rob broke my heart the first time, I've broken my heart a second... You're going to stay in my mind until I become a cold, shell of a person. I dreamt that you and I were laying together one night, and I was crying because I love you so much. Alas, when I woke up, I was crying because I knew that that will never be. You will never take me back and I will never expect you to, because you are the best person I will ever know and you deserve so much better than this poor, pathetic thing that people call Sophie Brown. However, that won't stop me from loving you and thinking of you everyday, forever and always.

That's the Spirit (Revenge)

2009-10-03T10:25:00.003+01:00

The fog slowly drifted into the window of Laura's apartment as she sat on the floor crying. Slowly sliding the blade down her wrist, there was no commitment in her actions.

"Harder," a voice hissed as the fog descended all around her, "Nobody will notice your petty attempts."

Laura sniffed and a tear slowly ran down her cheek. She shivered with the thought of what was happening, she didn't understand. Did this usually happen? She went to put the razor down and think everything over, but the fog just started to taunt her.

"Too much of a commitment? That's alright, you never do carry out your threats, do you? You don't really mean anything you say, to everyone else, you're just a slow, ugly, pathetic liar. That's fine by me, it's your life after all. All I know is that I'd rather be tortured and killed than be you..."

That did it for sure. Laura burst into tears, picked the razor blade back up and rested the point against her wrist.

"Is this what you want?!" she screamed rhetorically into the fog.

"Of course," it replied smugly, knowing that he was going to get what he wanted.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she put all of her energy into her hand and pressed the razor as hard as she could've ever imagined. It wasn't long until she was panting on the floor, her eyes slowly glazing over, her carpet a brand new colour. A low, malevolent laugh filled the room as the fog slowly left through the window where it had once entered. All that was left was the body of a dead teenager.

It's Crap Anyway.

2009-09-20T16:19:00.002+01:00

Just for once, I wanted to wake up in a good mood and then paint something great for art. What happened? I woke up with an incredibly painful wrist and then once it was better, I had a huge argument with the acrylic paint. Why? Because I needed blue, white and navy to paint a china cup. When I put the tiniest dot of black in with the blue, it turned green. GREEN! What the hell? All I wanted to do was paint a tea cup and then present it to my teacher to say, "Look Miss, I really do try and I really do care. I actually did this on my own." Of course I can't though, because I am so crap at art, I don't even know the first thing about the different kind of paints. I am officially one of the crapest people in my art class and t be completely and totally honest, I've stopped caring because it's my own fault for taking such a stupid subject and it's a pointless GCSE anyway.

Kindest Regards,
A Disappointed,

Stripes xy

Snowy Balls

2009-09-16T22:08:00.002+01:00

I'm eating Marks and Spencer's Snowy Balls! They're milk chocolate balls (71%) in a crisp candy shell, rolled in icing sugar. To make it better, it's Made in the UK with Belgian Chocolate. The best chocolate is all Belgian of course... Kasabian just came on Tv, yay!

Anyway, lately I've been seeing multiple people with the intent of fixing my body up. I have benign hyper mobility and it causes a lot of pain sometimes, I also have co-ordination and balance problems, just because I'm special! I was loning in school today as all the Welshies were on a trip to North Wales (and all of my friends, as you've probably guessed, are Welshies). So I left school at dinner time in order to see a physio lady. We had a long talk about multiple things, what the main concerns are, medical history, that kind of thing...

OH LORD! Cobra Starship's new song was just on Kerrang! They're finally getting somewhere over here! Yay! I MAKE THE GOOD GIRLS GO BAD!!! I MAKE THE... sorry.

long story short, she advised I take up yoga, so we bought a yoga set and Mother just bought a yoga dvd from Amazon.com! I'm going to be physically active everyone! How dandy is that?! Oh yeah, and I got full marks again in English, so I had a talk with him as he insulted me by hinting at plagiarism. he told me it was so good, as opposed to I'm too bad to get full marks... Woop.

Kindest Regards,

An Enthusiastic,

Stripes xy

The Dream Stealer

2009-09-08T20:51:00.006+01:00

There's something about school that is breaking my bruised heart; I don't expect you to know what it is, because it is a recent (or at least has only been noticed as of late) thing. Here, let me explain:

I have a book, a very expensive notebook to be exact, and I love it with all my mind. Everything from the powder pink background to the bright green bird as the main feature. It appeals to all my senses... I was too scared to use it because I was scared that I would simply waste it. However, after using my Dream Dictionary for months, dreams have become very important to me, so I decided that using it as a Dream Book, where I jot all of my dreams down, wouldn't be considered as a waste by myself in a few months time.

This is the background of my tragic tale...

Ever since school started back, dreams have been escaping my memory box as soon as my mind awakens. This is very upsetting because not only do I now have next to no idea what is playing on my sub-conscious, but I also have nothing to write down in my favourite, very expensive notebook. I'll have a huge gap in it and that, quite simply, will not do!

Mother says that this is a good thing as it shows that there is nothing stressful or important enough playing on my mind for me to actually remember the oh so important dreams, however, I disagree and think that the lack of memory as far as dreams are concerned is being caused by school itself! Alas, in my opinion, School has stolen my Dreams, and that's a crime...

Actually, using the word crime has just reminded me of something that I read the other day... In Poem for the Day One, there's a bullet point in the top left corner of October 29 (Pg.317) and it says the following:

Sir Walter Raleigh executed October 29th 1618. Facing death he is reported to have said of the axe, "This is sharp medicine, but it is a sure cure for all diseases"

I just thought that was pretty epic and I had to share it with you!

Kindest Regards,

A Dreamless,

Stripes xy

Nostalgic Wounds Reopened

2009-08-31T19:21:00.016+01:00

Yesterday morning, I woke up happier than usual. I was so happy that I actually smiled and thought about all the things that I could do today that would help me to continue in this joyous mood. But first, I had to wake up Holly and let her know I was awake and that I'd give her some treats in a second. So I stretched my hand down, and stroked her head and then realised that it felt smaller than it should be. And that's when the cold, harsh reality struck...

Shooting up in bed, I looked at Mary, who was sleeping against my legs, and I let out a sad, silent, sob. That's exactly where Holly use to sleep every night until Mother and Dad took her in her room because of all the sorrow that hit us when we all realised that it could be her last night any night. Then she had to sleep downstairs because the chemotherapy proved too much and she couldn't hold her meals.

Instead of seeing the half black Labrador, half Whippet, on my baby rug taking up a massive amount of my leg space, I saw the pedigree whippet on my duvet talking up a tiny amount of it. (I use to put my baby rug on my bed so she's sleep there instead of on Tess' bed, but after she passed, I hung it on my chair and refuse to put it on my bed for the painful memories that it would provoke.)

Now don't get me wrong, I love Mary to bits, but if somebody offered me the chance to have Holly back, alive and healthy, I'd jump at it. Needles to say, the good mood didn't stay.

Kindest Regards,

A Mournful,

Stripes xy

Today (and the Other Days...)

2009-08-27T03:29:00.004+01:00

A lot has happened this week, and I can't be bothered to even summarise it all to my very own mother! All you need to know is that I now have a boyfriend (Dave), I lost three friends and I had a really good AS result for Critical Thinking. I'm getting my GCSE result today, but to be honest, I can't really find the energy to be scared or nervous about it, as long as I can pretend to be pleased in front of the people that'll be watching, I'll be happy! If you learn to pretend emotions, then you'll be able to find your way out of tricky situations! I'll be going to the cinema after with my amazing friend, Abi, to see The Time Traveller's Wife. I feel happy because I went to England overnight on Monday and England feels like home to me. I just love it there! We went there as an early present for Mother since Dad can't get her birthday off...

It's Mother's birthday today, I got her Define perfume, Badedas bubble bath, The Liar by Stephen Fry, a poetry book, blue eye shadow, Lost in Austen dvd, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Arctic Monkey's Humbug. I think she's happy over all, and that's all I could've asked for. She got loads off Dad as well... I'm trying to convince Dave to draw a picture inside her card. I bought Giant Parma Violets the other day and when I gave them to Mother, I convinced her that Dave bought them for her and she totally believes me and still does!

Oh, and Sam, I truely think your an awesome guy, a real friend. I just want you to know. I think I come across as cold a lot of the time, so I just need you to know that I think of you as one of my most important, most valued friends. Okay?

Kindest Regards,

A Very Sleepy,

Stripes xy

Me (the Busy Bee)

2009-08-19T00:26:00.010+01:00

I gave myself concussion! I'm not telling you how, it's so ridiculous and stupid. I seriously can't help it though!

I'm Mental!

I've given myself high hopes about something I know is going to run dry really quickly, again, because of me. I'm not going to tell you what until it's happened, which is Thursday (yes, the same Thursday that I get my Critical Thinking AS result). Oh bum it... I'll tell you what it is, but I can't be bothered to bore you with the details.

I think I have a date!

Then on Saturday, I'm meeting up with Matthew, but again, I can't be bothered to bore you with the details of 'us' so yeah... sorry. I will tell you one thing though:

It's Complicated.

I'm reading Junk by Melvin Burgess now. I know it's not exactly uplifting (which I was looking for) but the writing style is a pleasant break from the bleak, cynical world of Chuck Palahniuk. I don't particularly like the characters either, so there won't be a huge heartbreak like there was in both Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and Prey.

I'm A Bookoholic!

Kindest Regards,

Somebody That Cares,

Stripes xy

My Three Part Dream

2009-08-15T17:43:00.003+01:00

Dream One:

Me and Jonathan and a group of people stood in a bus stop that we'd never seen before the school cafeteria. Jonathan and I decided that we'd run over to the other bus stop, near a skip. When we were there, it tured out that it had been half converted into a conservatory. Everyone joined us and then we all got on the bus. We then had to go to another bus stop and it was getting really dark. Me and a stranger (who I knew in my dream) ran through the site of a closed down warehouse and then she lifted up a wire-mesh fence for me to crawl under. When I got to the other side, she was gone, and I started to cry because I was lost. Shortly after, I remembered where the bus stop was and I ran to it just in time to catch the bus. Simon Cowell was sat in the back seat for some really weird reason. I was holding a huge teddy bear on my lap and had my tote bag with my phone and iPod and money in, etc. Simon then looked really scared and when we turned around, everything surrounding us was ice. We went to reverse up a hill, but that had turned to ice as well and we started to slide back down. A fire engine came and the firemen made us walk up a hill, before we took off our shoes and socks and slid down the ice on some black plastic that they'd put there for our safety. We then just stood around laughing before I realised that I'd never see my iPod again. That's when I woke up the first time.

Dream Two:

I walked through the gates of my primary school, still upset about the iPod, and then I saw a guy I use to like called William and it was like I was in Year Six again. We were laughing and joking about when I found two books on the floor, so I picked them up to ask who they belonged to. We went inside and sat in the hall, like we use to in primary school, with the television showing a very childish film on the stage. Me and William exchanged a look of nostalgia and then everyone started to leave. I put the books in front of me and some kid put loads of money in my hand and thanked me. The Year Three teacher and the Year Four teacher stayed behind with me and a few other people my age that had stumbled into their primary school. It took them a while to explain that they were his books and that he gave me the money as a reward for finding them. For some reason, I just couldn't understand. Then, the Year Three teacher (who loved me throughout primary school) made me read out a part of the book, but I couldn't, and to make things wose, I couldn' find a page I could read. This upset me since throughout primary, I was always the top of the class. That's when I woke up the second time.

Dream Three:

I was with this amazingly pretty girl who was an adult, but came across as being my age. I don't know, maybe I was older in my dream than I am now. We walked out of the primary school doors before she threw a weird looking camera in my hand. I started taking pictures of these weird, hairy, strong men that were hiding in the kitchen, behind the cafeteria. Then we ran away before they could see, and kill, us. Sprinting, we got to the primary's playground and then this pretty stranger that I was with started shooting at this man with a gun. I quickly took a photo of him before discovering I had a gun, exacatly like the one this girl had, in my other hand. We ran through the corridors, shooting these weird looking men, and then we hid by a car next to the cafeteria. A man came out on crutches and was being helped by two men in suites. I asked the girl if he was 'one of us' and she didn't answer. I had a feeling he was. They led the man past the cafeteria and as the man behind him was nearly hidden by the wall, he shot the girl next to me in the forehead repeatidly and then shot me in the forehead repeatidly. I took a shot at him and missed, but did get a photo of him. I looked at the beautiful stranger that I was with and she looked at me back. We both shared a confussed expression. We saw the bullets, but they had felt like water. I could see no bullet wound on her and neither could she on me. We ran around the cafeteria and I leapt over a wall, taking cover. I called her and she followed my lead. We were both hiding in the graveyard. That's when I woke up the third, and last, time.

Kindest Regards,

A Bewildered,

Stripes xy

The Shifter's Series.

2009-08-13T18:54:00.009+01:00

A few months back, I discovered a book called Stray by Rachel Vincent. The cover caught me as it's really interesting and featured a female with four claw marks on her lower back. My curiosity had me hooked to it, so I had to check it out. I'd finished reading the Twilight Saga and then I'd read another Chuck Palahniuk book before moving onto a new book. (I usually do this since I aim to read all of his books.)

I really liked how Stephanie Meyer had created a new kind of werewolf and vampire, very much unlike the ones that feature in a lot of books and films. I liked this new idea of them; vampires trying not to be murderous people and werewolves just being very large wolves that can hear the thoughts of their prides other members. Yes, vampires and werewolves seem to be childish subject matter, but they're not. It all depends on how you depict them, you may be using them as a methaphor.

These books are not childish. They aren't exactly The God Delusion or The Mayor Of Casterbridge, but they aren't Jacqueline Wilson either! They left me thirsty for more books featuring fictional species that weren't so stereotypical that they made me feel sick, and because of that, I was in search of good books with preferably werewolves in.

This book cover suggested that to me, but I was in for a very pleasant surprise and little did I realise at the time that I had just stumbled upon the exact thing I was looking for. Stray, book one of the Shifter's series by Rachel Vincent, is about werecats. I know, I'd never heard of them either, and because of that, my blood pumped and my jaw clenched with excitement.

The series is about Faythe Sanders who's father, Greg Sanders, is the pride's Alpha, their pride being the largest. They are all werecats, but as the series name suggests, they take the form of people and then shift into these huge black panther-like cats. The Alpha is the head of their area (pride) and they have many enforcers. They have many children as a Tabby is the only way that the pride can continue, however tabbies are rare hence them having so many brothers. Whoever Faythe marrys will go on to become the Alpha of the Pride, therefor he has to be a fellow werecat.

There are other cats apart from Pride cats. There are strays, rogues and wildcats, but pride cats are the most influencial and the only ones who have a system complete with politics.

After Stray, there's Rogue, Pride and then Prey. I finished reading Pey the other night and could barely keep the tears in. I cried all night and morning since my all time favourite fictional character ever was brutally murdered. I still can't talk about it without welling up. What can I say? I get emotionally attatched to books like this!

I highly recommend them to any girl who's read Twilight and enjoyed it, and maybe it captures a certain percentage of the Magician's Guild readers. Both Rachel Vincent and Trudi Canavan have a flowwing writing style that can hardly be faultered. Consider Yourself Told!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

Tippity Top Songs :D

2009-07-31T20:09:00.003+01:00

I finally did it! I managed to make a playlist of my 20 all time favourite songs in order!

Tonight, Tonight by Smashing Pumpkins
One Day Robots Will Cry by Cobra Starship
Somebody Else's Guy by Jocelyn Brown
Disco 2000 by Pulp
Silently by Elliot Minor
Last Night On Earth by Green Day
27 by Fall Out Boy
Every You Every Me by Placebo
Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue
It's Raining Men by The Weather Girls
Better Off As Two by FrankMusik
Greatest Day by Take That
Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance
Hot For Teacher by Van Halen
Armatage Shanks by Green Day
Good Enough by Evanescence
Gold by Spandau Ballet
Explosive by Bond
Mr. Bojangles by Ray Quinn
The Lovecats by The Cure

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

Quick Update of Nothing

2009-07-30T18:04:00.006+01:00

So far, I have seen no proof that my guardian angel is a leprechaun. The only time a respectable adult has taken any interest in my blog, I've written about a used condom. Not cool, actually, it's pretty embarrassing.

I've been watching Desperate Romantics, mainly because Aidan Turner is in it, but I do like the Pre-Raphalites as well! So I am watching it for the art as well. I always wandered how they painted that Ophelia picture. Oof! That reminds me of one of my favourite quotes from some kid two years younger than me in school. He ran up to Carys (who's an amazing artist) and said "Are you that person that paints photographs?" Classic!

I have a walrus load of work to do over the holiday. It sucks! Somebody please remind me why I took Art? There's absolutely no self-expression and I'm completely useless when it comes to faking passion. It takes ages as well...

Stephen Fry (God) is Mottophobic, so now I'm not worried about being a freak because even if it does class me as one, I'm a tad bit like Stephen Fry!

I'm 50 pages away from finishing Hubert Selby Jr's Requiem For a Dream. I like the story, but the writing style is simply awful. Basically, one scene, or mini story, is written in one paragraph, and one paragraph is around 4 pages. That makes it tiresome to read and as I have to finish a paragraph before I put the bookmark in so I don't loose my place, I don't start reading a new paragraph unless I know how long it is.

After I'm done with this book, I'm moving onto Prey by Rachel Vincent, Diary by (my favourite author) Chuck Palahniuk and Moab is My Washpot by Stephen Fry.

Kindest Regards,

A Seriously Bored,

Stripes xy

Thanks a Bunch, Mom

2009-07-25T19:46:00.004+01:00

Mother just walked in holding a box from my sister's room. She shook the box at me, signalling that I was suppose to open it, so I laughed and asked if it was scary. I thought that maybe there were dead bugs in there or a huge spider or something. Mother said it wasn't insects or anything, but she sounded like she was going to cry. So I opened it.

Now being a virgin (do I get a cash prize?), I've never really seen anything like this. In the middle of the box was a knotted condom, and when I lifted it up a bit, there was all this gunky stuff in there. It was pretty rank... I'll give you that!

Mother burst out crying saying she was going to put some Winnie The Pooh stuff in there (bless my Mom, she's so sweet) but she didn't see the point now. She asked what it was and I told her, the I asked if she's ever seen one and she shook her head saying that women her age don't usually see used condoms.

The worst part is that I don't know how old it is and I touched something that had not only been on a penis, but inside my sister's vagina... Gross! I think I might just die. Before I die though, I'm going to call Tess and ask her what the hell is wrong with her.

Kindest Regards,

A Grossed Out,

Stripes xy

Boys Boys Boys!

2009-07-24T22:28:00.007+01:00

Okay, like on the Sims, I have a Life Goal...

I Aim To Be An Author.

When I say Author, I mean to have a book published. It doesn't have to be a best seller. It doesn't have to be liked. It just has to be published. I'll sit at home and see a published version of something I wrote and that will make me eternally happy. You see, I don't ask for much, it just sounds like a lot!

At the moment, I'm working on a book with a male Irish lead character. The hard part? He's male. Now, this may surprise you, but I'm not. Therefore I doubt my ability to write from a male's perspective and make it convincing.

This is where you guys come in (if you are willing to lend a helping hand). If you could please email me a brief (or detailed if possible) description of your feelings and reactions to certain events, then I shall be ever so grateful.

Don't Worry... These will not be seen by anybody else apart from me and I will not be using them word for word as a part of the book. They will be put into the research part of my huge folder and then I shall try and put myself into the mindset that is present in the email. I don't need names, or examples of when it's happened to you before. It can be completely impersonal. I just need something to draw on when I'm worried my character is speaking with a female's mind.

If you are willing to help me out, the email is:

jupiterstar@hotmail.co.uk

In the subject box, please just put something along the lines of YOUR BOOK or RESEARCH or, if you have a sense of humour, I'M YOUR LAB RAT.

Topics may include whatever you feel is important to be spoken from a males point of view. Examples include: When a girl you like talks to you. When you get nervous. When you feel like you're the odd one out. When you get a *cough cough*... When you have a less than dry dream (why does that happen?)

Any ideas are welcome... I' kind of desperate to be honest!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

Work Experience (in Brief)

2009-07-18T14:38:00.015+01:00

MONDAY:

Sorted through the attic of costumes, make-up and wigs. Designed costumes and set for our upcoming play. Did some administrative work.

TUESDAY:

Prepared a presentation about our costume and set design to give that night. Started to collect some cardboard boxes to use for the set. Did some administrative work. Promoted the upcoming show.

WEDNESDAY:

Collected all of the boxes to use for the set. We strengthened the set. We prepared the set. We did some flyering. We bought material to use for the costumes.

THURSDAY:

Preparation for painting the set. Painted the set. Made the ties.

FRIDAY:

Packed away the set for transportation. Finished off the ties. Edited the scripts and did some stage management. Put the clasps on the ties. Collected the props. Packed up.

Just a Quickie...

2009-07-10T00:21:00.002+01:00

Okay, so I haven't posted a blog for ages, and I've been on work experience all week and will be tomorrow as well. Basically, I don't really have time to blog right this second! However, hopefully, my next blog will be all about my work experience, so don't worry, all shall be revealed soon! I also have a play on the 23rd and 24th, but the script hasn't been completed yet, so that's kind of stressful and time consuming as well. On top of that Welsh Bac shizzle that I need to do!

Jade McSorley didn't win Britain's Next Top Model, but then again, neither did that Sophie bitch... Mecia won, and she's living in London with Jade now. Both of them pursuing their modelling careers. Jade lost out due to her weight but everyone is ultra-confident that we'll see her again. I have her picture on my mirror next to Ray Quinn and Stephen Fry. She's up there with the stars!

Kindest Regards,

An Uber Speedy,

Stripes xy

Don't Cry

2009-07-01T20:07:00.004+01:00

Okay, maybe I get to attached to people on the television, but it's not my fault. On Britain's Next Top Model, Jade (who I am pretty much in love with) won a challenge and the prize was a couture dress. She was trying one on, and was all excited (it was seriously sweet) and she looked over to the other girls because she was so proud of herself but they just glared back. In the speaking parts they do, she was nearly crying saying that she was so proud of herself but when she saw the other girls, it was upsetting to realise how they don't want you to be in that position. It was really sad since she was practically crying. Why can't people be happy for others, even if it is a competition? Anyway, it really upset me.

On a more uplifting note, I bought La Roux's album today on Amazon. I'm excited as my favourite band (Cobra Starship) are releasing their album this month. Elliot Minor's will be soon as well. I'm still loving Green Day's new album, I was not disappointed. Plus the 4th book in the werecat series by Rachel Vincent came out today, I shall be receiving that soon as I pre-ordered it with last weeks pocket money. I didn't realise I spent my pocket money before I received it this much! It's okay though. I have £75 in my purse and £60 in the bank. I also have some money boxes, so I'm not turning into a spendaholic!

Oh and before I go, I've gone back to writing. Padraig O'Doherty (the Irish main character) and Matthew Shepherd (the hot American friend) were very happy to see my return. I need to change their names, as when I googled them, Padraig O'Doherty turned out to be some random guy on FaceBook, and Matthew Shepherd was a gay 21-year-old student in America who was tortured and murdered by two guys who acted gay to win his trust, although his surname is spelt without the H after the P. This is actually a tad bit like the character I had written. Plus I think I'm developing a thing for Ed Byrne, an Irish comedian. Yes I know, it's totally the Irish thing again! Oh well... as long as my guardian angel is a leprechaun I'm happy!

Kindest Regards,

A Boiling Hot,

Stripes xy

There's a Cat There...

2009-06-28T14:18:00.006+01:00

Okay, so I was going through all my MySpace comments with the word cat in the highlighter tool. Manny told me this awesome poem before about an ickle cat, but I forgot the name of it. Anyway, whilst going through all ten pages of comments (I have 456 comments), some words came up that had the word cat in, and I found it amusing. Here's the list:

werecat (+ cat, cats)
education (+ educational)
qualification
caricaturist
catharsis
catch (+ catcher, catching)
complicated
certificate
vacation
catholic
catalan

I think that my favourite has to be Catholic, although complicated is pretty dandy too. Most of the comments containing these words were old comments from Manny (before he knew of my cat 'thing'). Then again, Batpawn is one letter away from Catpawn which makes you think of Cat Porn! (laughs) Anyway, if anyone who reads this could please recommend any poems, paintings, pictures or anything that has a cat in or as the subject matter, please? That would be Puuuurfect!

My family are amazingly excited! You know my darling Santi? That's right... the result of the pedigree Norwegian Forest next door when she escaped and got up the duff by some stray. It's funny, Santi looks like more of a pedigree than his Mom yet he's only half... Anywho, Whiskas are doing a competition to find the next Cover Model for their cat food, and everyone has to admit, Santi is a babe. Hell... that's why I maried him!

Kindest Regards!

My Bedside Visit

2009-06-25T21:54:00.010+01:00

Okay, so since my operation, I've been amazingly depressed. My face is huge, the swelling has gone from the left side of my jaw to my neck. The bruising has really come out today, making the swollen area bright luminous yellow. I can only really eat soup and custard, and I only really like the latter. I can't look at myself in the mirror or I feel like one of those American guys that eat so many hamburgers they end up with a cushion of fat around their heads. Yeah, that's me now.

I had to wake Mother up at 4am this morning. I didn't want to, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. It's weird, I didn't expect her to help or know what to do, and I ended up walking (as best as I could) back to my room, but the thought of somebody knowing and seeing my pain is a lot better than just suffering in my room alone.

Let me explain; I have to take 2 paracetamols four times a day maximum (so 8 in 24 hours), and 1 ibuprofen three times a day (I think you can do the math on that one). They don't really do much to help the pain of my ever-expanding face and stitches, but I use to take co-codamol for my period pains (caused by Endometriosis). Mother and I decided I should take one of them before I went to bed. It was 3.30am (we'd just finished watching Wanted) and the strength was 500mg.

So let me explain the pain that reared its head at 4am...

My ribs felt like they had bruises on top of bruises on top of bruises. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. Then the pain moved to my insides. My organs felt as if they had all been coated in a layer of excruciating pain. They felt as if they were swollen and being squeezed at the same time, then being punched, kicked and just generally tortured.

I have never ever been as worried about having an over-dose in my whole entire life.

I can't be bothered to tell the story of how I couldn't walk, how my Dad moaned that he had work in the morning, how Mother had to phone the 24/7 medical line and then wait for a call back, then phone again, then wait for another phone call that never came, then ponder whether or not to phone the ambulance, then phone the 24/7 medical line again, then find out somebody is coming to the house.

It was 6.30am when she arrived and the pain had pretty much calmed down. She was nice, and thorough. She said that she thinks I had a bad reaction to the codeine due to not having much food in my stomach (because I can barely eat). She said that I should try to be active because the pain killers are sort of sedating me and my organs may fall asleep. She said we should try slim fast as people use them instead of meals and therefore will fill me up more.

Kindest Regards,

A Stupidly Swollen,

Stripes xy

PostScript: After seeing my face like this, I've decided that I'm never going to complain about having stupidly fat cheeks, or jowls, ever again.

My Misery in 'Brief'

2009-06-23T12:17:00.007+01:00

Yesterday I woke up at 7.15 and had some Weetabix, I then went back to sleep because I was majorly tired after sleeping for around only 5 hours. I then awoke again at 8.45 and got dressed by 9, we left at 9.15 as the people down at the ward changed the time again.

We got there and it took us a while to find out where the Oakwood Ward actually was. We walked through and there were babies and toddlers screaming and chasing each other. I was miserable. I hate kids. Anyway, we got to reception and they told me that I had my own cubicle, F1, but when I got there, it was a shared one. I know this because there was a used bed opposite and an older lady reading a book in waiting for what was probably her child.

We were there for about an hour or more when the nurse (who at first I considered patronising, but then eventually warmed to) came in and asked me the kind of questions you expect to hear in hospitals; Where do you Live? Any Siblings? Any Allergies? A younger nurse next to her (who was going to check my blood pressure) saw that I was reading a book and said to the other lady, "Look, we've found a teenager who reads." They then went on to explain the friendly banter they go through as the older Nurse knows a 9 year old and he doesn't really read much.

We (in we, I mean Dad) then decided that he's rather go into the Adolescent Room (sort of like a Visitor Room) and he watched X-Men whilst Mother listened to Stephen Fry's Podcasts on her iPod and I read my new book (that I hadn't started until the hospital), Requiem For a Dream. We were in there for a few hours, just waiting.

I had to go down for 2 more X-Rays on my head after the surgeon came in and explained everything that would be happening. There were the same kind as the other ones I've had, so in total that's 4 Star Trek X-Rays (the things that go around your head) and 2 Television ones (when you have to face a screen with your head flat against it). The anaesthetist came in and explained to us everything that we might've wanted to know. Ages later, a different (less lovely) nurse came in and rubbed cream on my hand to make the veins go numb. The younger nurse that I'd seen earlier came in about an hour later and was shocked that we were still waiting. I was just scared that the numbness would've worn off by the time I had the disgustingly petrifying hand tube thing. By now Dad had moved on to Star Wars, and I was just happy to see Ewan McGregor! He's lovely... seriously.

A new nurse came in and told me they were ready for me in theatre, I thought about how much of a stupid name that was for somewhere where they cut you open. Did they name it to make stage hogs (like me) want to go there or because of some horrible practise that they might've done in the dark ages?

I changed into the horrible mental gown they gave me and was allowed to keep my socks on, she said I could wear my 'jammy bottoms, I was grateful. I threw a dressing gown on and my DCs and walked my way to my fate. Taking it like a man I was! Until they let me sit in the waiting room with my parents, then I burst out crying. To make things better, the surgeon walked in and said he's going in through the inside of my mouth, as opposed to through my cheek. All the staff made a fuss of me when the tears refused to stop flowing down my face. I then walked (slowly) to the room when they called me in.

Mother was in a state, she hates seeing me upset. She asked if I'd mind Dad going in with me and I knew that the last thing she'd want to see is her daughter being put to sleep. She would've fainted. She couldn't be there, and I knew it, no matter how much I wanted her there. I knew she felt guilty, she wanted to be by my side the whole entire way. Either way though, at least someone was there with me.

A really nice old man sat on my left, and a quiet lady sat on my right. They were both rubbing my hands so I didn't know what side the needle was going in. I stared at the light above my head and my eyes were huge with fear. Dad later said that I looked like somebody going to their execution on the guillotine. I was scared that I might see the needle. The nice old man was asking me about my pets and school. They laughed at Floss as they expected a dog with that name to be little, not half Saint Bernard, half Border Collie. I laughed at them laughing at Floss. I breathed in the oxygen after the needle slid in unpainfully but noticeably. The clock slide up the wall out of view and I was unconscious. I hated it, I felt like somebody was sucking my soul out from a small tube at the top of my head.

When I woke up, I instantly thought of Pulp. I don't know why. Then I thought I was Mother and I had a horrible sense of deja vu. I then burst out crying and the ladies noticed I was awake. I started looking around for a familiar face, but saw nothing but old people. I was so dizzy, it was horrible. The ladies asked me what was wrong, and I asked where I was. They told me as I slowly started to remember everything, but I never stopped crying. Mother and Dad appeared at my sides a moment later, and to prove how much of a mom she is, Mother pulled a tissue out of her pocket for me. Beat That Nurses!

They wheeled me back to my room and I fell asleep for a bit due to confusion and dizziness. When confused, go to sleep. Obviously, Mother stayed by me and wouldn't stop taking photos of me sleeping. A lady gave me water and a straw, the young nurse gave me chocolate milkshake (which I drank promptly through another straw). I was also given a strawberry yogurt because my mouth kept on bleeding and it would soothe it and my throat. I fell asleep every so often and told Mother that you could swallow up to a pint of your own blood without going sick. She didn't want to know, but nodded nevertheless.

Look at my hand tube! Yuck!

The nurse that I didn't like much came in to take my hand tap off and blood started pouring everywhere. It went all over my dressing gown and pretty much covered a majority of my hand. She said it was a good thing I was fine with blood, and it's sort of true... I'm not fine with my own blood!

The surgeons came in and explained what had happened. They told us it was Traumatic Bone Development, an empty cyst. They then went on to remove some of the bone, so that when it heals, the hole will be no more. I'm still shocked that they removed some of my bone. I mean, dude... What?! Anyway, I have stitches all up the part where your cheek meets you gum on the left lower jaw.

I kept spitting out blood, and then was given some painkillers. I have a packet of paracetamols, and a packet of ultra-strong ibuprofen. On top of that I have a mouthwash (with ethanol in) to take 4 times a day to make sure that the stitches are constantly clean. My cheek was swollen, but this morning it's massive. I can't really smile properly, when I do, it looks more like a snarl.

If you could be bothered to read any of this, then I want to add that I'm extremely grateful for all of the texts I (and Mother) received showing concern and wishing me well. Manny, that includes you! Even though we don't text, I'm extremely grateful for every nice thing you've ever said both on my blogs, on MySpace and on MSN. Everyone, you're awesome!

Kindest Regards,

A Swollen but Loved,

Stripes xy

Today's the Day

2009-06-22T09:02:00.008+01:00

So today I'm having my face operation, well, I'm leaving in a moment in fact. I didn't know what to wear as a hospital patient, so I through on baggy jeans, my Mighty Boosh tee (that Ashley gave me) and my trusty lapis (Super Man blue) zip up. Then I threw a white neckerchief over it and my fingerless grey gloves.

So, with an iPod in one pocket and a lucky charm in her hand, Sophie Brown is roaring and ready to go!

I've had a few texts from friends saying Good Luck, as Sam continuously decides to point out, everything will go fine so I don't need the Good Luck, but he still said it! Seriously, some people are so nice.

I feel like an idiot about the Andrew situation, not sure if I should text him, tell him I'm sorry, that I was a retard, that I let my feeling fuel my hateful words. Would that make me seem weak? Because right now, I merely think of him and I whisper "I'm Sorry" to myself. Me, all alone. Again...

Kindest Regards,

A Very Nervous,

Stripes xy

I'll Love You Forever

2009-06-20T23:17:00.024+01:00

Today, I bought an item. Not just any old item, an item that i will have probably forever. I've never bought anything of it's type before, and I never thought I would at the age of just 15.5 years old. Today, for £30, I bought: A Proper Painting.

Now, I liked the photograph entitled Escalier De La Butte, but that cost £150. However, I saw a painting, higher than any other painting, and it was called New York Skyline, it was only £30 and I loved it with every inch of my freshly injured heart. (I can't be bothered to bore you all with the details of how this happened.)

Thinking about it, maybe I bought it because I know it will never hurt me in the way I've been hurt. When I look at this painting, I instantly feel hopeful. Hopeful that one day, I may travel abroad all the way to America... The place where I dreamt of becoming an author, finding love and living happily. I dream of other places now, but as a child, it was always America I dreamt of as being a brighter tomorrow.

Kindest Regards,

A Very Simple,

Stripes xy

PostScript: Oh, and to anybody that remembered, I'm having my weird jaw operation (http://turnipface.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-its-different.html) on Monday 22nd (yes, that's the day after Father's Day) and trust me, I'm petrified and not at all excited!

Who Said What?

2009-06-14T17:13:00.007+01:00

It's gone! What's gone? The baby. I lost her. I know how that feels. Then give me sympathy! I deserve sympathy as well! I lost one too! Why did you lose yours? No idea. You? I smoked. Was it still born? No. Deformed. Did you lose it naturally? Not really. Abortion? Abortion. Abortion! Yes. I lost a child. If I had her deformed I would've been happy. Rather deformed than dead when it comes to babies. Do you disapprove of me? Of course. Why? Abortions are allowed aren't they? Not morally. I don't want to bring a baby into this world with deformities. Why? Scared it will grow a bigger personality than you? How would it do that? Bullying builds character. I see you were never bullied. Yes I was. Why? What could you possibly be bullied for? I was deformed.

Kindest Regards,

A Playful but Twisted,

Stripes xy

Homosexual Lust

2009-06-12T23:45:00.010+01:00

Okay... so today I had my first ever GCSE (it was Biology). I'm a tad bummed as I learnt all about Mitosis, Meiosis and Cystic Fibrosis. Did any of these topic actually come up in the exam? Nope. I'm well peeved!

Anyway, onto better news. I watched Velvet Goldmine today and let me tell you now, it completely quenched my need for gay action! Well... for now anyway. Not only did the cast have an amazingly hot cast (like loads of gay films - see below for examples), but the film also was based around music (one of the few magic words in life) and featured nudity (which is seriously needed in films). It wasn't like a porno... It was perfect! Plus Placebo were in it! I love Brian Molko, seriously!

I need more films with gay scenes (or at least homosexual undertones). I only have Brokeback Mountain (featuring Jake Gyllenhaal) and History Boys (featuring Domonic Cooper), I'm going to buy Velvet Goldmine (featuring Ewan McGreggor) though... I need it! Any suggestions for other films featuring homo activity, please leave a comment!

Kindest Regards,

A Loved Up,

Stripes xy

Conversation Clean Out

2009-06-07T14:27:00.006+01:00

Okay, so below are six conversations that popped in my head for no random reason. I wish to feature them in my writing at some point, but at the moment the characters have no name. Yet in my head, these conversations happen between the same two people: a boy and a girl. Feel free to comment suggestions on how could improve them, or just leave comment telling me which one is your favourite!

xx: Is it possible to be even more appreciative and happy right now?
xy: Well, I suppose if you'd been blind your whole entire life and then all of a sudden your eyes open and you see this, then maybe yes.
xx: Gee, why didn't i think of that?
xy: Because you're not an arsehole.

xy: Can I kiss you?
xx: No.
xy: Why not?
xx: Because that's not scripted in my movie.
xy: What if it's in mine?
xx: Then we have a problem.
xy: Rock Paper Scissors?
[silence]
xx: Best out of three.

xy: Cows are vegetarian.
xx: Yeah...
xy: All vegetarians have four stomachs.
xx: Are you calling all vegetarians cows?
xy: Moo!
xx: I'm offended.
xy: I'm a cow.
xx: Are you a vegetarian?
xy: Are you calling all vegetarians cows?
xx: Are you a vegetarian?
xy: Yes Miss.

xx: Is that spunk on the bed?
xy: Yeah. It's yours though?
xx: What?!
xy: Yeah... Sperm from your penis.
xx: I don't have one...
xy: Yeah you do.
xx: Even if I did, how would you know anyway?
xy: Because I sucked it.
xx: Charming...
xy: That's Prince Charming to you.

xy: You know what, sometimes I wish I was smarter just so I could have a proper conversation with you!
xx: But I like you just the way you are...
xy: No you don't. You just like who you think I am.
xx: Please. Don't go...
xy: I have to.
xx: Stay!
[silence]
xy: Okay.

xy: What are you thinking?
xx: That sex is like having a bath.
xy: It makes you feel clean?
xx: No... You don't want one, so you postpone it, but when you're having it, you love it.
xy: Why are you thinking about sex Young Lady?
xx: Because you're here.
xy: Bath time?

Kindest Regards,

An Abnormal,

Stripes xy

Advantages of Vegetarianism

2009-06-05T17:23:00.006+01:00

This post is because of something that happened dinner time in school. I was sat with a few of my friends, and our conversation ended up being about Vegetarianism. Now, as I was the only Veggie there, I was the only person defending, and there were around four other people there. It was a friendly conversation and there was no harm intended, but I couldn't help feeling a tiny bit bullied. So here I have a few points from reliable sources (not including Wikipedia) about vegetarianism and its advantages.

The Vegetarian Society said that 117 year old Canadian Marie-Louise Febronie Meilleur was living proof of the benefits of being a vegetarian. Current research backs this up ; lifelong vegetarians visit hospital 22% less often than meat eaters and when confined to hospital, spend a shorter time there.

Vegetarians have more energy that lasts all day.

Somebody in Britain becomes vegetarian every two minutes. The average meat eater is responsible for the deaths of approximately 760 chickens, 46 Turkeys, 29 Sheep, 20 pigs, 15 ducks, 7 rabbits, 5 cows and more than 1000 fish.

They have healthier looking skin.

People may not understand your choice, but most will support, appreciate and respect you for it.

If you are an animal lover or/and concerned about the environment your behavior should be congruent with your beliefs. It feels good to walk your talk.

Studies have shown that vegetarians often have lower incidence of coronary artery disease, hypertension, obesity and some forms of cancer. A vegetarian diet tends to be lower in total fat, and vegetarians tend to eat proportionally more polyunsaturated fat to saturated fat compared with non-vegetarians. (Animal products are the major sources of dietary saturated fat).

Allergic symptoms to specific foods are more easily noticed.

You don't need to eat meat. A vegetarian diet, like a non-vegetarian diet, can be very healthy, or it can be extremely unhealthy. But eating meat is generally considered unhealthy, especially when you eat a lot of it. It has been shown that you can significantly reduce your risk of many diseases by avoiding meat. Vegetarians also live about 6-10 years longer than meat eaters on average, but this may be at least partially due to other lifestyle choices that vegetarians are likely to make (e.g., exercise). Bottom line, if you reduce or eliminate meat from your diet, you are likely to experience at least some health benefits, as long as you don't replace all the meat you used to eat with junk food.

At the beginning of 2000, there were 59.2 million people living in the United Kingdom, 7% (over 4 Million) are Vegetarians.

One vegetarian is estimated to save the lives of 100 animals per year.

All of these little facts and figures leave me feeling a lot better about myslef. I am free from the subconcious guilt of eating animals. I feel healthier and proud of my dietry choices. Also, vegetarians are very supporting of each other, it's a nice litte, animal friendly community.

A Vegetarian xy

You Have His Eyes...

2009-06-03T20:01:00.050+01:00

(This isn't about pregnancy, birth, babies or anything like that...)

Remember that Rhys guy I mentioned a few times before? The gay guy that I really liked, and still do like even though I constantly lie to myself, trying to force myself to think that I don't? Well now there's a female equivalent, just on the television instead.

There's a girl on Britain's Next Top Model (who I seriously love) and she looks, to me, like a spitting image of Rhys. She is so pretty, she seriously is the pinnacle of beauty in my eyes. Her name's Jade McSorley, and she's my favourite!

She is quirky. She is amazingly lovely. She's a great model. She names Alexa Chung as her style icon which is totally ace! She has huge glasses. She's a vegetarian. Seriously... I love her to little bits and pieces!

Kindest Regards,

A Very Jealous,

Stripes xy

PostScript: Why can't I be that pretty?

Diversity

2009-05-31T16:21:00.009+01:00

In all seriousness, Diversity have to be the best dance group that I've seen for ages. I love street dancing. So to have a street dancing group that are really comedic, well, it's just pure genius! Diversity got our votes last night (in the Britain's Got Talent final) and we actually screamed when they beat Susan Boyle (that fat, mental bitch).

Kindest Regards,

An Ultra Chuffed,

Stripes xy

All Hope is Gone

2009-05-30T13:30:00.005+01:00

I never really felt the need to wake up early. Especially not to wake up early enough to see the morning. Yet today, I had hope; hope that I'd get some for of contact from you. Be it a phone call, a text, anything really. I jumped out of bed at just gone 9am and I quickly had a bath. thoughts of disappointment came to mind, sneaking their way in from the corners of my brain, and for the first time ever, I tried my hardest to push them out. I didn't want to doubt you. I just wanted to have a great with you. It even looked like the weather was trying to mirror my hope. The sun came out to see us. She had no such luck though. 4hours later and for some unknown reason, I'm still praying for contact. I know you lost your phone, but your sister could've helped you out. If you lost that piece of paper with my number on, if she didn't have my number, someone from Drama would have. Now I'm thinking that the sun didn't come out to see us, instead she came out to mock my mounting disappointment. I don't know why I wanted to see you so badly, maybe it's because I like you. This rejection is making me feel sick, I just want to go to sleep. I just want to give up. This is the last time I'll trust someone to make arrangements for me, to actually stick to a brief idea, to make me feel hopeful. Hope is just a loser refusing to accept that the probability of disappointment at some point in the day is amazingly high. Don't tell me you overslept. I woke up especially for you. Maybe you'll regret it one day, but I doubt it. You just never cared in the way I did, and still do.

Kindest Regards,

A Heartbroken,

Stripes xy

That's Seriously Not Cool

2009-05-29T22:22:00.008+01:00

If Greg got through, I'd be over the moon. If Greg lost against someone really good, and then didn't get through, I'd be okay about it. If Greg lost against some tiny child who couldn't even sing her song the first time round, then I'd be seriously... ARGH! Oh, and guess what; I'm not happy.

It's not that my favourite didn't get through to the final, it's that Hollie broke down crying when she COMPLETELY messed up her set (that she's been preparing for ages), and then cried on national live television, got to do it again even though Simon always says, again and again, you can't mess up and start again on a live show, and then beat Greg due to her 'bravery.' That's why I'm not happy. I mean, Fair play, Greg wasn't that great tonight. Seriously, the song choice was retarded (I mean, who sings a duet with themself on live television when everything depends on it?) and the whole set was just awful (a revolving cloak?!).

My mother won't even try to understand why I'm so, well, frustrated (not the word I had in mind, but the only word I'm going to write considering my parents might see this). In a word where there are no second chances, a tiny girl (who can sing really well) bursts out crying on live television and then ruins somebody elses chances. I mean, I bet Greg wanted to do it again.

I'm basically feeling betrayed by the stupid ways in which television shows positively discriminate tiny children who happen to be adorable and talented. I seriously can't see them giving a second chance to anyone else. It was just so predictable.

Maybe they shouldn't have ten-year-olds on the show as they aren't all that reliable to give a good performance. All the other kids were fine, so why did Hollie have to be any different?

Kindest Regards,

The Moody Bitch,

Stripes xy

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

2009-05-28T14:05:00.007+01:00

Okay, so yesterday was pretty hectic. I went to Swansea with Cerian (I'm hopefully going there again on Saturday with Andrew) and we pretty much ran out of things to do. So we went to the cinema, but don't worry, I'm not going to bother telling you about that, because it's a pretty boring story. Even though most of my stories are boring anyway...

How much do you think this teddy bear costs?

My feathers are being a tad ruffled the wrong way though; I found 15 missing albums on my iPod... A WHOLE 15!

4 Green Day albums
2 Avenged Sevenfold albums
1 Good Charlotte album
2 Avril Lavigne albums
1 My Chemical Romance album
3 Blink-182 albums
1 AFI album
1 Panic! At The Disco album

As you can guess, I was not happy. I'm glad it wasn't bands like Cobra Starship, Hey Monday and The Academy Is... though. So all is going to be cool! I just finished putting the last one back onto iTunes.

I have an event tonight... I guess that's my way of saying I have to go upstairs and bath, as opposed to sit on my arse in my dressing gown any longer! I have to wait until Friday to see my Greg Pritchard on Britain's Got Talent... Not Fair! YouTube him if you get the chance!

Oh, and the answer: £60

Kindest Regards,
An Amused,
Stripes xy

Long Time No Speak!

2009-05-23T16:53:00.007+01:00

Heya, I haven't been on here for ages, and guess what: It's Not My Fault!

I've been looking after my mother... My computer had one of those Trojan viruses that saves itself in 12 different places and it was called WinPC Advisor (or something)... Dad's been on World of Warcraft non-stop so I haven't been able to even come onto the computer!

Anyway... I've had an operation. I had it yesterday and sue to where it was, I can't wash my hair for SIX DAYS. I wash my hair everyday. I'm not a hygiene freak (far from it). I'm not all girly and I don't wash my hair with a billion different products (just one that's not tested on animals). My hair is horribly greasy, I hate it, it's making me miserable. I'm washing it on Thursday fer sure though! I need to go to this Drama thing, and I'm going to be presentable for that at least!

Changing the subject: Britain's Got Talent is on tonight! They're going to be sorting out which 40 will be in the semi-finals. We see some more auditions tonight, so my next blog will probably be my favourite acts. I'm doing this for people who don't watch the show (but mainly if Manny gets bored!).

So yeah... I can't really think about anything else to comment on. I need to make a new YouTube video soon... I think I have an idea in mind already!

Kindest Regards,

A Very Greasy,

Stripes xy

Miss You Mother

2009-05-17T20:58:00.004+01:00

1998 - England

Tess had a chocolate mousse and a chocolate biscuit for desert, I only had a chocolate mousse, and I love chocolate biscuits. Tess boasted non-stop (obviously) and me being only 5 and a half, gave in to jealousy. Once Mother had finished drying my hair, she started on Tess' hair, this was my chance! I snuck downstairs, stood on my sock and fell. I grabbed the banister because I thought it would stop me, then I landed against the bookshelf. I broke my shoulder, arm and elbow. My 'father' turned Match of the Day up before deciding to investigate why Mother was screaming "She's Dead!" He jiggled my arm about before phoning the ambulance, I fell asleep on the way to the hospital.

2009 - Wales

I'm starving and Mother and I had our TV viewing planned for the night. Our PC has a Trojan virus thing, so she's been on there for ages trying to fix it (semi-successfully). I'm loading the dishwasher and Mother is pouring my pasta into the bowl, except she's shaking like a tree in the wind. She's crying and I laugh since I thought it was her weird steam problem, but then she tells me she can't breath and I stop knowing what to do.

I lead her into the living room and sat her down, I'm holding back tears and slowly became an emotionless rock, a state I've always wanted to master. I call GrandPapi, tell him to come down. I give Mother my asthma pump, then I phone Dad who tells me to call an ambulance. So I do, then give the phone to GrandPapi since I started crying. I didn't realise they answered the phone straight away! I took Mother to go to the toilet and then the ambulance arrived.

I went up to the hospital with her, but I couldn't help thinking about how I'd swapped seats in the ambulance in the space of ten years! It was well depressing, seriously. Not Cool. She'll be okay, even if her heart rate does shoot from 80 to 160... I don't know what's happening now, I kind of do, but don't. It's a long story that I can't really be bothered to go into...

Kindest Regards,

A Very Worried,

Stripes xy

My Pepper Pot Family

2009-05-15T21:52:00.005+01:00

Okay guys, you know my lovely story about how I came to create a beautiful baby pepper called Bernard, and his sister Sylvia? Well there's a new addition to the family, Frederick. In his wake, I decided (with help from Sam) to open up a new blog, documenting the lives of the inhabitants of my pepper pot. they are the Pepper Pot Family :) There's a link just below the blog archive, there's also a like here:

http://pepperpotfamily.blogspot.com/

Kindest Regards,

An Uber Chuffed,

Stripes xy

Well, It's Different...

2009-05-14T20:18:00.014+01:00

Two things I would like to talk to you guys about. One is my jaw, and the other is my hair. Don't worry, it won't be like an essay on the similarities and differences between Keats' 'Ode to a Nightingale' and Hardy's 'The Darkling Thrush' as I don't have much to say on either topic...

Sophie Brown's Jaw is a strange thing. Whilst it functions properly, allowing her to eat, talk and ull stupid faces, it has a huge problem; there's a hole in it. Now, the hole is underneath two of my back teeth on the left. The hole in actually in the jaw, like, there's the outer jaw wall, a hole, then the inner jaw wall. It's weird. If you look at the picture to the left, the hole takes up the whole entire space below Number 18 and Number 19. She doesn't have Number 17 or 32 yet as she's not wise... Anywho, she has to have an operation on June 1st and the doctors are going to "make a window" to see what it is. They don't want to go ahead and take Sophie's back teeth out if they don't need to... She's scared. She's scared of being put to sleep. She's scared of having a tube in her hand. She's scared of what the outcome may be. Hell, she doesn't want to end up looking like a nine toothed dinosaur! Since she doesn't believe in God, Sophie will have to pray to Stephen Fry instead!

Anyway, enough of third person! On the subject of my hair, it's pretty straight forward. I've had more or less the same hair style since I can remember, and I've always wanted to have a radical change. Lately, I've been feeling depressed, lonely and trapped in my own standards. I got a hair cut, and seriously, I've had half of my hair cut off! No joke, it's GONE. I needed to change ME. I just wasn't a happy bunny at all. So now my hair is different, I've got a load of dresses that make me feel like a girl, and hopefully Love will bump into me one day. I'm fed up of waiting for someone to notice me or for Andrew to care... I'll just be patient :)

Kindest Regards,

A Far Happier,

Stripes xy

Sorry Mr Assumptions

2009-05-10T00:05:00.009+01:00

How the hell did I find myself sat in the Odeon in Swansea, with chocolate in my lap, waiting eagerly to watch a film which made me cringe by just hearing the over-all name of it? I guess the nerd inside of me reared it's amazingly hot head and said I better give her one moment of pleasure since I don't play World of Warcraft so much and making jokes out of Science and Math has simply become the norm, with not much of a value behind it! Not only have I disobeyed my logical mind, but I also should now class myself as a freak based on early assumptions that I had made on this film's fans. Even more so since I am now deeply excited down to the core when Spock enters the room and the Russian guy starts shouting something... Yes my friends, today, I watched...

STAR TREK

Yes, I'm like a typical, predictable woman and therefore have a HUGE crush on Mr Spunk Monkey, AKA James T Kirk, AKA Chris Pine. Yes, I do think Spock is a socially awkward emo nerd and I love him dearly for it.

Believe it or not, but I'm only human! I seriously thought that Star Trek was for amazingly pathetic, sad people, who actually go around calling themselves 'Trekkies' and basically making themselves out to be idiots. I never even considered the possibility that some of the Star Trek fans were normal(ish). Those 'trekkie' people are making everyone else look bad! Seriously... Get a life! You're making every Star Trek fan look bad, and every person of sound mind to look great, including the ones that pee on trees.

Kindest Regards,
I'm Still Hip,
Stripes xy
*nya*

PostScript: Bernard has sprouted a sister... there is no point of posting a picture as she's camera shy and also, she's so tiny, that the quality of the photos on here probably wouldn't pick her up. I have named her Sylvia, and she is beautiful.

Bernard's my Baby

2009-05-03T17:02:00.011+01:00

This is amazingly cute... Ages ago, or maybe even a fortnight ago, I ate a green pepper since green is my favourite colour pepper and then I came to all the little tiny seeds in the middle that just look plain weird. So I ran outside and asked Mother and Dad what would happen if you planted them.

Mother: They'll Grow.
Dad: The lies mothers tell their children to keep them happy...

So I planted them all in a subtle sized pot that mother provided me, and then a millipede came out of the pot to our horror! But that was only a five second event at the most, Dad put it outside where millipedes belong! haha Two weeks-ish down the line and then Bernard stuck his head through the soil. This is his first week (also what he looks like right this second):

Is he not a babe? If you can't see him, he's right in the middle! Tiny... I know. But his name is Bernard and he is my very own Pepper Baby :) And when he's dead and gone (as I couldn't even look after my cacti properly), I shall always remember him as Bernard: my First Pepper Baby.

Kindest Regards,

Green Fingers,

Stripes xy

*nya*

PostScript: Isn't it funny how the word Pacifist has the word fist in?

XY vs. XX

2009-05-02T20:04:00.037+01:00

Let's talk in splendid terms, in which we aim to make mankind sound a lot more dandy that it actually is... A lady has XX chromosomes, whilst a gentleman has XY chromosomes... This means that technically, only a gentleman can decide the sex of a child since ladies can only produce the XX chromosome. Yet why is XX so different to XY?

XX: this means you have a vajayjay and you spill your emotions out all over the place for any reason at all.
XY: this means you have a shlong, you're cooler than those possessing the XX chromosome and you make up pointless lies.

Below is a demonstration of this said pointless lie. The scenario being used as an example, is both XX and XY being asked about Brokeback Mountain. See how the answers vary from the other.

XX: The ending is just so depressing! I can't believe it... I was so sad, I just wanted them to end up together, happy at least...
XY: Yeah, I watched that film. It was shit. I didn't get it.

You can't say that film was shit, because it quite simply wasn't. The acting was amazing, it was believable (even if Heath's accent did wander from time to time) and the story was heartbreaking... However, there is one guy who proves my second point to the extreme...

Alex Kapranos

( the singer and eldest member of Franz Ferdinand )

I thought he came across a lot older than he actually is. I thought he was in his extremely late twenties. I thought he was an Art or Music Grad. I still think he's amazing. He is basically the epitome of cool in my eyes. I love his style, his voice, his ability to make the most innocent of lyrics sound dark and sinister. Yet what do I find out? He's born on 20th March 1972 (making him Age 37). He studies theology, then dropped it to study Catering and Hotel Management. Dude, could I be any more wrong in my assumptions?!

So below, I have stuck two videos... The first one is of one of their latest music videos, Ulysses, and I seriously love it. The second video is of their probably most well known song, Take Me Out. Just note on how awesome Alex is... He has an awesome voice and awesome presence...

Ulysses (2009)

Take Me Out (2004)

Get Outta My Life...

2009-04-27T22:51:00.008+01:00

Dear Tess,

Not only are you a huge disappointment to anyone who ever put any kind of faith in you (I am one of the fools included in this category), but you are also a huge disappointment to the rest of mankind. You are so incapable to live with anyone that you were even thrown out of your own home! Lack of respect, disregard to any rules whatsoever, far too much self-importance... These are all things that grace the list of: Tess' Personality. Yet you come back, since Mother is tired of you living on the street as she's the only person that cares about you, and you haven't changed one bit! You still think you're the bees knees, you still think that everyone's wrong about you even though we've been proven right more times than I can even bother to remember, and you take everything for granted. I don't want you living in the 'summer house' (dog in a doghouse), neither does Dad, to be completely honest, neither does Mother! So how can you feel inclined to come into the family home, eat ALL our food (pig), stink to high heavens (pig) and slob around on the sofa watching television (pig)? It's such an insult, the thought of being anything like you makes me suicidal! You seriously are the scum of the Earth, the rot of the nation, the tumor of every cancer victim... Words can't describe how much your mere existence repulses me. Mother nearly died having us and how do you repay her? Easy; you don't. Why should you? Your Tess after all, that's good enough right? I can't believe that you're tearing this family apart all over again... Is it my fault? Are you jealous that I get higher marks than you? That I didn't ruin my education by smoking, drinking and drugs? That I am actually capable of loving people because of who they are and not because I can take advantage of their polite ways and hospitality? Don't you dare even think about playing the whole 'I'm your own flesh and blood' crap to Mother... It's getting old, you playing on her kind nature as if you were getting paid to... Basically, in words that you'll actually understand: I hate you so much that you've managed to successfully ruin the family home for the family unit. Ha, I guess it's just like what Mother said to Skid: ship up or ship out...

Kindest Regards,

Your 'Sister'

Stripes xy

*nya*

It's in the Genes

2009-04-25T16:03:00.006+01:00

I swear to God that there must be a gene that makes you talented! I mean, there are so many talented people out there who have talented parents! Let's take the example of the Haners. Brian Haner is an amazing musician comedian. His son, Synyster Gates, is an amazingly hot guitarist who is the best and is part of the best band! Is this a coincidence? I don't think so! Look:

Brian Haner (Guitar Guy) - Carney Man:

Brian Haner Jr. (Synyster Gates) - Solo:

And because they are so awesome, I've stuck two more of their videos below... Oh, and Sam, I think you'll like Octuplet Babies, I don't know why though... Avenged Sevenfold are just so amazing! Synyster Gates = the sex! I was well chuffed when he got Sexiest Male in the Kerrang! poll, even if Kerrang! are full of two-faced arseholes...

Brian Haner - Octuplet Babies:

Avenged Sevenfold - Afterlife:

I Aint Got No Fault

2009-04-22T18:12:00.042+01:00

think about it... double negative... hey hey...

Anime characters sprout ears to show excitement, and randomly get cat mouths to show mischief, and not to be sexy... however it's totally sexy! Yeah, so I have a kind of cat thing... but looking at these pictures, can you really blame me? Think about it; the elegance and grace that only cats have, the huge ears, the long tail, the giant eyes... Seriously? Jizz! Can you not see the appeal? Do you not want to leap into the manga world and dry hump the guy/girl that's sprouted cat ears? If not, then you seriously have a problem! So leave me be!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

*nya*

PostScript: Dear God, Please do me a favour and send me a real life version of a sexy catboy who occasionally takes to wearing a cowboy hat? I'd be very grateful. Like a cross between Jack Twist and the guy in this post! Oh, and most importantly, make him love me. Maybe even throw in an Irish accent (subtle, like Dublin), personality and some intelligence too? That would be fantastic! Diolch. Oh, and send him recorded so he doesn't get lost in the post!

Straight to the Point

2009-04-20T20:26:00.014+01:00

The Ink's Run Dry

2009-04-19T17:35:00.009+01:00

I can't write at all lately... I either have scenes in my head that don't tie in with the current story, or I just can't keep a storyline together. It's bugging me loads. Sop I cast my mind back to when I would write non-stop in Year Six (I'm in Year Ten now), and it was all fan fiction. Then I thought, why don't I just write fan fiction but make up the names?! I mean, I'll have to pen a plot of course. I don't want to waste time writing just 5 chapters and then finishing the tale with just that! But the inspiration is still not coming. I just don't know if I have what it takes to be a proper novelist... I mean, how could somebody ever come up with such an amazing character as Jack Twist (or was it just Jake Gyllenhaal that made Jack that amazing)?

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

And I Said Shut Up! xD

2009-04-16T18:12:00.048+01:00

Okay... Lets be blunt. I don't do jokes. I don't like them. I don't find them funny. Actually no, I'm going to be completely 100% honest and tell you all: I HATE (with a passion) JOKES. Full Stop. Get it? Good.

All of my friends will (hopefully) know this. I think most of them do. I do find things funny. I love Stand-Up Comedians. I like funny things. But when people stand there and tell jokes? What's the point? Shut up! I don't care about a joke that 15, 000 people have heard and repeated! Geez...

So I think it's suiting that I have to play the role of an unfunny comedian who quits his job as part of a comedic double act. Ryan and Ronnie... heard of them? I hadn't until Ffion (-.-) mentioned them in Drama. Apparently my Grand Father (on Skid's side) knew Ryan. Apparently he was an arse.

Cerian, Ffion and I had to make 3 scenes based on the same setting: A Date on a Mountain. We came up with the first two and then ran out of ideas. We had 5 minutes to come up with them and at this point, we had just 2 minutes left. This is a basic description of what happened:

(Cerian and Sophie stand looking at the floor in a contemplating silence)

Ffion: Can I tell you a joke?
Sophie: We don't really have any time for that.
Cerian: How about...
Ffion: What did the skunk say when the wind turned?
Cerian: ...and then she...
Ffion: It's all coming back to me now!

(Sophie and Cerian ignore this and discuss Cerian's idea in more detail)

Ffion said that joke twice... I could've shot her both times. The only person who does jokes and one-liners well is Jimmy Carr and that's only when he's bouncing off people. He handles hecklers well though!

Got a Performance Tomorrow!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

PostScript: I'm sorry to disappoint, but yes, it is impossible. You, William Beckett, are simply too darn hot! You have everything going for you: personality, humour, talent!

Until Death Do Us Part

2009-04-12T22:32:00.006+01:00

Dear Ryland,

Let's just talk about it, I know you've been avoiding the subject. I also knew that if I said this to you face to face then you'd drink yourself into unconsciousness, you'd believe that I had never been here, talking, to you. You, my groom, stood there with the fabulous suit that you told me you hated when I said that I liked it; I was so happy when I found out you'd bought it behind my back to give me a pleasant surprise. I knew you were special, a special young man that I could spend the rest of my life with. And that's exactly the point; I did spend the rest of my life with you. Yet you're still young. You're single. You're - it makes me sick to even say it - you're happy! How dare you be happy when your beautiful bride, and yes I was beautiful, is laying under the floorboards. My confidence died when you deformed my face with that broken bottle. My body died when you sliced through my throat. My soul died with the unbearable amount of disappointment and heartbreak that you caused in those short moments. Not to worry though, I got my confidence back. You see, the better a person you are, the better you look in the spirit world. I'll have you know, I'm quite a stunner. Got myself a treat, a (until recently) lonely man who saved the woman of his dreams. His name is Nicolas. He got her out of a fire that took place here when this house was made out of stone. She never knew him and he never made it out. He tells me he loves me, I believe him. I also believe that your guilt, if there's any justice, will forever get in the way of your happiness. You loved me, I know it; I hear you screaming it in the dead of night. It's like music to my ears, and it makes Nicolas happy to see my smile. Is it not nice to think that you're still bringing happiness into your wife's life?

Wishing you a long, miserable life,

Your Beautiful Wife,

Victoria xox

Risque :P

2009-04-11T15:55:00.008+01:00

Okay, I'm home alone, lonely and bored. I've been ediing my MySpace (http://myspace.com/sophiestripes) and when I turn around, I see this:

Now let me break this picture down for you... Mary (the pedigree whippet puppy that we bought to keep Floss company after Holly died) was stood with all four paws on the kitchen table. She was nibling a mini-roll wrapper which you might be able to see behind her front right leg.

I was shocked! So I took the photo, and looking at the expression on her face, she knew there was no way out: She's Been Caugt On Camera Red Handed. Her face made me laugh anyway, but then when I told her to get down, she walked all around the table and because the cat was sat on the chair that she must've used as a step ladder, I had to pick her up and place her on the floor!

Kindest Regards,

Potato xy

Future Tattoo Maybe?

2009-04-08T23:21:00.006+01:00

"Better To Be Lucky, Than Clever."

This is a quote from Elly's poem Picnic on the Venus Flytrap. Why am I sharing this with you? Because I think it's one of the most amazing quotes ever. I would seriously get this tattooed on me, maybe on my left wrist in script. To me, it means that just because you're not the smartest, doesn't mean you won't excel. You don't have to be the cream of the cream to be someone. Thank yoy Elly for bringing this line into my life... :)

Kindest Regards,

An Inspired,

Stripes xy

Makeover Time!

2009-04-08T01:37:00.005+01:00

It's Spring and just like every year, Spring means change, BIG CHANGE. But is it just the blog, or is it more than that? Of course it is! (and I say that with a smile.) It's the blog's makeover time, it's my makeover time as well. Out goes the old me, in comes the new. A makeover doesn't mean the end, it simply means (in this context anyway) an improvement on something. It's to be a year of confidence, a year of commitment, a year of change. I will show more skin than my finger tips and face, I will have a boyfriend that lasts longer than Ashley - isn't it funny (how bears like honey?) how he was my longest relationship both times I went out with him? Oh, and I will write a whole book by the new year! It's not a promise, but it's still a goal! In the words of We Are Scientists, "I promise to remember that making promises is always a mistake." Amen to that!

Kindest Regards,

A Much Happier,

Jupiter Star. xy

Geez, I Love Life!

2009-04-04T19:15:00.006+01:00

What do I want to do right now? Slam my hand into the wall, individually snap every single bone in my hand, crack my arms and then, for good measures, start slamming my head into the corner of the closet. Why? Because I'm a freak and am so full of jealousy, anger and self-pity that I can't stand to even think about myself.

I don't want to breath anymore, why can't I just stop. I picture mysef jumping backwards down the stairs and yet can't brng myself to do it... I want a car to hit me. I want some crazed madman to shoot me in the back of my head. I want to hear the bullet shatter the back of my skull, squeeze its way through my brains and then burst forth through my forehead. Only then will I be happy.

What's wrong with me? Why am I such a freak? Why do I always fall at the last hurdle? Why can't I do anything by myself and then get so frustrated when it doesnt go my way? Why am I so pathetic? Answer: Because that's Sophie Brown.

Why can't I just be born again in a better time, in a better place, as a better person? Answer: Because there is no God, and there is no justice.

Hope Your Life is Better Than Mine,

The Epic Failure That Is,

Sophie Brown xy

Do us a Flavour!

2009-04-03T22:07:00.007+01:00

What do you do when you have a friend, who's really pretty, and needs votes for a modelling competition that she was chosen for? Whore her out of course! xD

Do you feel bad for not texting Comic Relief? Do you hate all the fake, boring models that are INCREDIBLY over-rated? Do you want to do me a favour? If Yes, then read on, if No, then read on anyway!

It would mean the world if you could just text Lucy Bell to 84205... That's all it takes. One text and she comes closer to a place above all the teen queen brats that are surrounding us today! So just text Lucy Bell to 84205, and set us free from all our sins, TODAY.

You're my Favourite Chain

2009-04-01T22:57:00.008+01:00

"You're as perfect as a painting, but they burn easily," Jackson turned his back and started to leave. I don't know what possessed me, whether it was anger or sadness, either way there was a fire burning inside.

"What's that mean to mean?" I shouted across at him, not caring when I accidentally spat on my arm because of the words shooting out from inside. My throat burned, my eyes watered and my fists shook, but not enough for him to notice.

"Just look after yourself Autumn," Jackson whispered before closing the door, separating the two of us in what felt like two completely different worlds.

The lump in my throat suffocated me now. Thinking back to a mere second ago, I realised that the emotion that possessed me, the fire that filled me, it was mourning... I'd known he was leaving me; was it love that had kept me so blind that I hadn't seen this? Coming to terms with that theory is going to take a long time.

Without Jackson, I don't know what to do. So, in a blind, transparent mood, I picked up the phone and dialled Josh's number. "You're not worth the upset," I sobbed before hanging up.

I'd rather eat a panda than let anything come between me and Jackson.

My Heart (27% recycled)

2009-03-29T20:23:00.016+01:00

There are few things I'm completely and madly obsessed with. Want to know the top five in order? Here we go:

the English Language.
Notebooks.
Boys.
All Day Bus Tickets.
Motorways.

Why would a fifteen-year-old female living in Wales be so over-the-top in love with these random objects? Well, I'm not really sure. Here's a brief description of why I love them.

THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE: Is there anything more amazing than the way carefully worded sentences can either make or break a person? It can ruin their career, make them a star, make someone fall in love with them or make somebody despise them for the rest of eternity. Is there anything more exciting than tension in a book? Is there anything more heartfelt than reading the suicide letter of one of your favourite stars? Is there nothing more amazing than hearing Stephen Fry's smart and witty comebacks, knowing that he had less than a second to come up with the intricate wording and the tone to go with it? The answer to all of these questions is the same: No, there isn't.
NOTEBOOKS: I go to the shop and I buy a brand new notebook. I go home and carefully write in the first ten pages of this notebook. I go to a shop and buy another notebook. Why? I doubt even God knows. I love notebooks, I love opening the cover and having a blank lines to write my thoughts, lists and scenes on, I love the short, sweet moment of excitement when I have an empty notebook in my hand. There is nothing quite as exciting as writing, my love for the English language proves this in my mind.
BOYS: Okay, whatever. This doesn't really fit in with the rest of the list, but I'm not talking about REAL boys. I'm talking about people who are ten times better than you could ever imagine being. Boys with individual style, boys with original ideas, boys with voices that could make you melt. See a girl on Tv that has all these things, she's either a man's creation or one of the following: a bitch, a lesbian, a maniac. I guess I'm a tad sexist, but when I write my (twisted) tales, it's always a male to female ratio of 3:1, no joke. Men are just so much nicer and cooler than women.
ALL DAY BUS TICKETS: You have one of these and you can go ANYWHERE. Seriously, go to a place, get bored, get on a bus to a different place. Simple. I can't really explain this one much. It just makes me feel powerful, like a sailor, to have a ticket that can take me wherever I want to go, geez, I might not even know where I'm going! But it can take me there anywho!
MOTORWAYS: It's hard to explain, I think I just love being in a moving vehicle. Not without music though, if I was on a motorway without my iPod then I'd cry (I already have before actually!). I seriously want to find an everlasting motorway. I love it when there's a lot of traffic so the car barely moves for ages, I love it with all the cars whooshing past. I could just sit in a car or a bus on the motorway (maybe even a train) and just write and listen to my iPod, that would be bliss to me.

So there we go, I tried to explain myself for others to understand, and maybe even to help me understand myself better. I don't think I'll ever completely understand myself, maybe that's the meaning of life: To Understand Yourself.

Kindest Regards,

Potato xy

Post Script Well Done Jenson Button! Mother and I never lost faith in you when Dad did! I'm not even patriotic but I think you're a fantastic person to show the rest of the world that Britain isn't such a lame, scum-infested place!

AndyPandy PandaPie...

2009-03-24T23:53:00.014Z

Hey Hey... I'm not sure if I told you... and I honestly doubt that you're going to read this (seriously, why do I bother?)... I really want you to know:

I really REALLY like you

So yeah... okay... I bet you're thinking "Stupid" or "That was Random" but whatever right? Someone agree with me! I'm such a retard that it even annoys me! Sorry Andrew...

Yours Faithfully,

Sophie Brown

Post Script: Remember I couldn't say what I wanted to say on the phone because I'm a retard and was too embarrassed? Well I was going to ask if I could kiss you before you left... but as your not going I guess I wont be asking in desperation any time soon...

I'll Touch You...

2009-03-23T16:52:00.010Z

I've found my skill - if you can call it that. When I like a guy, something bad will happen. When I'm happy, something bad will always happen. When I smile, something will go wrong.

Go on, built me up to knock me down. Go on, kick me when I'm down. Go on, laugh at my misfortune.

Why? Because I must be made of pure evil. I like a guy, now he's broken. I'm having fun and someone will tell me something I don't want to hear. Hell, last time I had fun at the beach my dad had his knee dislocated by my dog!

I'm evil, it's natural, it's not my fault. Want to break? Want to be taken along for a ride and then dropped off in the trash? Want to live in a world where nothing is sensible and everyone is either over-dramatic or a spoil=sport? HANG OUT WITH ME! All entries to this world are free and if you're lucky enough to get out, you'll either be damaged or smarter than the rest of humanity.

Don't say I didn't warn you,
Kindest Regards,
Lucifer xy

Raype me...

2009-03-22T21:48:00.005Z

OMG! I THINK I JUST FILLED MY PANTS! RAY WON DANCING ON ICE! SALUTE HIS AMAZINGNESS! ADORE HIS EVERYTHING! HE IS THE SECOND COMING (after Barack Obama)... HE IS MY FUTURE HUSBAND! I'M GOING TO DIVORCE MY CAT (sorry Santi) AND MARRY RAY QUINN! THEN HAVE HIS BABIES AND OMG! HE IS JUST SO AWESOME! I'M SO TOTALLY OBSESSED AND IN LOVE! GAH! xD HE'S COST MY FAMILY SO MUCH MONEY OVER THE PAST TWO YEARS WITH VOTING ON THE X FACTOR AND THEN ON THIS AND IT WAS FINALLY WORTH IT!

Kindest Regards,

Sophie Quinn.

Dreams aren't Real...

2009-03-21T23:20:00.019Z

Ever had a Nightmare? Ever had a Nightmare that's deeply upset you? Ever had a Nightmare that's deeply upset you so much so that you've started sobbing inconsolably in the car even though your parents are present? I have. It happened last night and I'm still tearful about it. It's a bit patchy, but let me tell you about it...

Let's Begin:~
It started outside my house and it was in the night time. It wasn't exactly the dead of night, so the sky was an extremely dull, dark shade of grey with little white flies hovering around the lamp posts. I was in a dull green car with the headlines off. The car seemed to be soundproof as there was a lot of noise inside it, yet it appeared that nobody on the outside could hear. Inside the car was a fat, hideous, ginger, balding guy (who looked like a farmer). He was around early 40s and had really bad, red skin. He was grabbing my ankles as I screamed, he was trying to pull me back into the car so that he could rape me. I was trying to crawl out, my fingers griping onto the door frame, but his grip was so tight that it hurt.
When I finally managed to break free (somehow), I was sobbing and scrambled to the door. I felt immense pain and I'm not sure whether it was physical or emotional. My body shook with fear and my sense were amplified a thousand times duet to fear, confusion and weakness. Mother was the only person present.
Next thing I know, the doorbell goes and Mother answers it. I'm curled up in the corner, screaming in fear, yet the person at the door isn't the rapist... it's my biological father. Now, just so you know, I've made a conscious effort not to see him for 5 years, and even though I answered the door to him on Christmas Eve, I haven't really seen him. He left in 1999 (I think), so I'm not at all close to him and I hope not to see him again.
To my absolute horror and disgust, I sprinted to the door, clung to him and refused to let go. Sobbing into his chest, it was as if I was 5 again. In that moment (in my dream) I never wanted Daddy to leave and I loved him with all my might... Thinking back, maybe I was 5 in my dream.

Back To Reality:~
I told my parents my dream, yet I left out the part about my Father as Dad would probably get extremely upset by this part. To us (the family), he's my Dad. End of. So for him to know that what was upsetting me the most was directly to do with my father, well, I'd uderstand if he felt hurt and betrayed.
I wish this dream to never happen again. Like I said earlier, it still makes me tearful to think about it. And I just hope that this posts title holds true. I didn't post this to upset people, or get sympathy. I posted this because I'd like to have a record of this dream down, so if ever it happens again, I might be able to find a pattern of events to go with it. It's not like it's rare for me to dream about being raped or people trying to kill me, but maybe there's a reason. However, reason or not, it's still a horrible experience... Maybe it's the books I read...

Happy Mother's Day tomorrow,
Kindest Regards,
Potato xy

Release the Shackles!

2009-03-19T19:53:00.005Z

Dear Rob,

You made me what I am. You were the first (and last) person that I truly loved. You made me happy and worthy and everything positive. Then once you made me, you broke me... threw me away... left me. Two years later, what do I find out? That it's fine. I beat nostalgia. No longer do I miss you, no longer do I have to make out with you everytime I see you 'because you're Rob,' and no longer do I cloud my mind with images of how you were. I'm over you. I know have finally accepted that I'm like that sad old lady who couldn't really realise that her ex never loved her, she was just another girlfriend. When you find love (maybe you already have), then you'll understand why I became a shell of the old me. Look at me now, I'm so happy, I'm so happy I've gotten over you.

Dear Rhys,

Okay... where do I begin? You never really made an impact on me to be honest, just re-opened the Rob Issue. You text me, you meet up with me, you go out with your ex boyfriend (who's younger brother went on to ask me out). Yes, our relationship (that never progressed more than a friendship -much to my disappointment) was short and sweet as candy floss. Also like candy floss, it didn't survive 'bad weather' and it went bad as soon as minds began to wonder... Yes, I'm still a tad fascinated with you: your little round gay face, your ever-changing hairstyles, your latest fad. Yes I can't walk into Tesco without the thought that you'll see me and smile, shatering my sanity once your back is turned, or even worse, the thought that you'll be there and disapprove of me. As far as it goes though... I don't think about you around the clock, and I never think of the day we met, and I never wish it could've been.

What a silly fool I've been...

Kindest Regards,

Potato xy

Questioning a Theory

2009-03-17T19:24:00.005Z

People in the same family are related by blood and "blood is thicker than water" says that family ("blood") relations are more important than relations with friends. Example: "When my best friend and my brother got in a fight I had to help my brother; blood is thicker than water." "Blood is thicker than water" compares the thickness of blood (family relationship) to the thickness of water (friendships) and says that our family relations are more important ("thicker") than all others. Example: "Friends will come and friends will go but your family is always there for you; blood is thicker than water." Family relations (blood) are more important (thicker) than other relations (water) so "blood is thicker than water."

- http://www.goenglish.com/BloodIsThickerThanWater.asp

My cat (Santi) is staring through the window at the cat next door. He may be completely unaware that he's staring straight at his own mother... Santi was born next door and was then brought to my house the moment he hit the age that he needs to be before taken by his mother by law.

This depressing scene has made me wonder something, this something questions a theory which parents and siblings that have done something wrong, always say to someone related to them. They say: Blood is Thicker Than Water.

To be honest, I've never questioned it before. Neither did I sit down and think about it, I just accepted it. Of course, I tried to argue when it was used against me, however in my heart I thought it to be true.

What about now? Do I still consider it right? Well, after Santi's display, I only consider ir right to the extent of mankind. For a lion, it's his pride not his family. For a human, it's what he knows to be his blood.

What do I mean? Well if a child grew up thinking that Yannis was his Dad and it turned out that Kevin was his Dad... Who would he save in the event of a drink driver? Of course, there's the chance that he'd want to know about his past, his family background, his roots. Yet if he chose his biological father, he'd loose out on all the lifetime of memories, the bonds that were built up were be destroyed, his true role model would be nothing but a corpse.

Yes, I know it's depressing and yes, I know it's a freak occurance if this actually happened, but please, just think about it. Is blood always thicker than water?

Kindest Regards,

Potato xy

Being Human

2009-03-16T19:41:00.007Z

No, I am not talking about the absolutely amazing television programme that has left me lost in it's absence. No, I am not lost in it's absence due to the loss of my weekly viewing of the lovable, huggable vampire, Mitchell (for your information, George's a sweetheart and Annie is erm, cute?)... No, I am talking about being human as in, being what we are, humans. There is no way of simplifying that phrase and yes, I used No as a sentence starter three times. Why? Because I am hardcore (and three is the magic number).

So firstly, lets name one pro and one con of being a humanbeing. Actually, scratch that, lets think of THREE pros and THREE cons of being of this particular species.

PROS :

We are aware of ourselves and our intelligence.
Our bodies are so adapting, that they have managed to survive in almost every environment on Earth.
The ability for us to enjoy many parts of being a part of this Earth without too much negative downside. We're very lucky to have an uncomplicated, adaptable form. (Elly's example downfall for another species was this: all male cat species have a spiked penis which makes sex incredibly painful.)

CONS :

Our primitive reptilian brains still regardless of our intelligence, yield a lot of influence over our actions. Things like, Anger, Lust, Greed and other impulses are still very strong in us.
We are very much like a virus on the earth. Our overpopulation and success will and has been, our downfall.
Our separatism. Our needs to compartmentalise each other in class, race and every other label persists to be the biggest obstacle for our future well being as a race.

These were ALL given to me by the absolutely AMAZING Elly =) I'm too thick to think them up on my own!

So now that that's out of the way, I have two things to say:

Firstly, hallelujah, praise the Lord, Coleen has FINALLY left Dancing on Ice! If she's stayed in for the final, then the whole thing would've been a joke. I'm so happy Donal got through but meh... Ray all the way like...

Secondly, my Gran is in hospital... She fell off the bed and broke her hip and the dozy old Alzheimer's ridden lady that she is, probably won't walk ever again. This I'm not too bothered about, but my GrandPapi is like, the best thing I can think of. He's like my Dad, my Chauffeur and everything else wrapped in one. So Gran being his wife, this is going to well upset him... No joke about it like.

"Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen"

-Tyler Durden.

Kindest Regards,

Potato xx

FALL OUT BOY -after

2009-03-13T16:56:00.012Z

Dude, I can't believe this post is so late... Seriously, a whole SIX days later and now I'm writing about the Fall Out Boy concert... What's the deal with that? lol

Okay, so... Ffi came and picked me up at 14:30, this was followed by an hour long drive to Cardiff and food. We then searched for a car park and when we found one, we started to que. We were queuing for AGES and it had that stupid on-off rain that does everybody's nut in. It was chilly as well, and there were a few retarded drivers who kept on nearly driving into random parts of the que that stretched around the building at least once... But if you don't think, you don't feel. So I didn't think about it and pretty soon I stopped feeling it... I knew what it was like though as Ffion insisted on mentioning: the rain, the time, the cold. Typical Welsh Moaning (in the capital of Wales)! xD

So anyway, doors open and we pour in. Ffi and I head over to the merch table quickly and both buy a tee each for £20. (Ffi got a white Fall Out Boy tee with tour dates on the back; I got a white Hey Monday tee with an ickle kid in a monster suit on.) I chose the Hey Monday tee as I couldn't find any of their merch online and I love them lots and lots, plus I already have a Fall Out Boy top and I have LOADS of Clandestine!

Okay, so we then walk in, buy a programme for £6 each and then head for the stage where we end up like, 7-10 rows away from the front. Cooliau ya? Okay, now lets skip the chit chat and waiting and get to the bands:

Hey Monday:~

Hey Monday hit the stage and let me tell you now, Cassadee is: pretty, tiny, adorable, talented, lovely, friendly, funny, sweet, endearing, bouncy, sexy, happy, heart-warming, etc... Plus, I am now totally in love with the bassist... Michael "Jersey" Moriarty. Seriously, in real life, he is the sex. If I remember correctly, he was playing a turquoise (might've been more blue than turquoise) bass. Cassadee then started to play the acoustic for their song Candles which is like, my 2nd favourite song of theirs. She was so good at multi-tasking! Seriously, dude... =P I think I'm in love with a girl... haha She was wearing a white tee and a multi-coloured waistcoat with black skinnys. Cassadee caught a homemade Hey Monday tee and stuck it on the mic. stand before walking off with it.

Kids in Glass Houses:~

Okay, for some stupid reason, there was kind of like a moshpit without the senseless beatings and slown down (a hell of a lot). SO, we were all cramped and seriously, it was like a sauna! It was so incredibly hot! Then Kids in Glass Houses came out and, well, I kinda have a crush on Aled Phillips (the singer) anyway, but in real life? phwoar! He was even better! Seriously, something he and Patrick Stump have in common is that they are seriously not photogenic. He kept making us jump, which was hard as there was no room what-so-ever! He had a white shirt on with a blazer on top, then he took off the blazer and seriously... In love or what am I? xD They sound exactly the same live as on Tv. Although he didn't catch the glowstick that someone threw to him... lol Should've seen his face!

Fall Out Boy:~

At this point, Ffion couldn't take the crowd and we went to the back. I wasn't let down or disappointed, dude, she was the only reason I was there in the first place! But it did kind of suck going from that close to that far... you know? It took 45 minutes for them to come on, and then my first thoughts were: Gosh Andy's thin! Pete is like, my God, and he's right THERE! Joe's lost the plot completely... Patrick is nowhere near as bad as he comes across on Tv! Then Cassadee came out for the end of Sugar We're Going Down, Pete threw his signature Clandestine bass across the stage and Jersey just about caught it for Pete to do his bit at the end of I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me and last but not least, Patrick did an impression of Peter Griffin off Family Guy! xD It was well cute! They went off and when they came back on, Joe did a weird run and then a rolly-polly..? Think he's lost the plot and I love it! xD I seriously can't believe that they were in the same room as me though... Seriously. One of my main idols (if not THE MAIN) was in the same room as me. Yes... I cried...

Oh, and on a tad random note: I TOTALLY NEED THESE SHOES! ALL OF THEM! DUDE! LOOK AT THEM! PURE AMAZING CLASS! (They also make me think of Gabe..? lol)

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xy

FALL OUT BOY -before

2009-03-07T12:50:00.008Z

Okay, my stomach is sick and I'm ultra excited. I've been on MySpace for an hour, and in that time I:

wrote to Anna (in America)
saw Elliot Minor's new video
made their new song as my profile song
adopted a virtual pet (Padraig)
changed my profile a bit (to incorporate Paddraig into it)

This morning when I woke up, I had a bath, actually dried my hair with the blow dryer (which is a VERY rare occasion) and then dressed, noticing how much I adore my belt. It's bright blue with silver cone-based pyramid studs on (yes I pay attention in Math), and then a silver Clandestine belt buckle (which I bought before I even had a belt to put it on!). It looks amazing, along with my red Clandestine jacket, these things are my pride and joy! =)

I'm SO happy that I'm even wearing my Cobra Starship tee as well.

So I just put my make-up on, I have an hour until Ffion picks me up and I don't know what to do with myself! I'm so excited my brain has stopped functioning properly. I wouldn't class Fall Out Boy as my favourite band, but I would definitely class them as one of the best bands that I listen to. Pete Wentz is such an amazing lyricist, no joke.

I don't know if I'll have the energy to blog tonight about the show... So I might just blog about it tomorrow. I'll have the benefit of hindsight then! haha History paid off... all that poverty and squalor! xD

So yeah... Wishing everyone a good day, I know mine will be AMAZING (even if my dog did just poop on the conservatory floor... stupid whippet puppy that she is! xD). Mother just woke up, Dad went to work 2 hours ago...

This day will be gone in a flash I know, but it will burn bright in my memory for years to come.

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xx

Butterfly Bandage

2009-03-06T19:06:00.012Z

My bum really hurts... I think I slept awkwardly. It feels like a bruise every time I sit down or move my right leg... Then I was hit in the face with a MASSIVE stick/branch thing. Top of my right cheekbone... It's going to bruise, it hurts like hell. There are my hands: my friend, Owen, brings a baseball to school and we play mean catch. We throw hard and dive to catch and all that jizzle. Well I had a few dodgy catches and it's left my hands battered... Then whilst doing the dishwasher I burnt both hands and when I plugged the lamp in under the computer desk, I burnt the top of my left ear on the radiator, which is an inch away from the computer desk. Perfect.

On a more positive note, parent's evening went fantastic and I'm going to see Fall Out Boy tomorrow! Wooo! I'm going to look like a bruise on legs but meh... I'm eating a Flake Praline right now actually... 19:15 on 6th March. That should go in the history books! Only joking, I unwrapped it at 19:15 and had my first bite at 19:16. You need to know these things... obviously. Gosh!

As my friend, Osian (the same one I mentioned in a previous post), has pointed out on his blog (that you can check out at: http://nerdspawn92.blogspot.com/) that it must be the mating season. This is true, and in my mind I have all these people whizzing around in there... There's a guy and a half in Drama, a guy in school, a guy from the past, a billion guys on Tv (of course)... It's making me feel so incredibly lonely... I haven't even had a kiss since January... Desperate right?

I might post a blog of the heartbreak that is Rob.

I might post a blog of the roller coaster that is Guy.

I might post a blog of absolutely nothing of relevance.

Whatever I do though, I'm doing it... xD

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xx

The Sun is Shining?

2009-03-01T13:44:00.008Z

It's 1st March and the weather is totally nice! The sun is shining (more so than ever lately) and I actually woke up before 3pm =)

The music on Tv is good, it's no longer hard to remember why NME is officially my favourite channel, followed by MTV2, Scuzz and Kerrang...

I still have loads of work to do though, and I honestly just can not be bothered! Seriously like... Gah...

Yuck I just sneezed... 14th March I'm meeting up with my ex... Uh-oh! lol No, I do really want to mind you, it's me that arranged the date! I guess I'm just boring you all now, I found out they don't have Wispa bars in America though! SHOCK HORROR! lol

Oh, and Dancing on Ice is on tonight (which means I get to perv on Ray Quinn and Matt Evers) and Being Human (which means I get to perv on Mitchell (Aidan Turner)). So yeah, tonight is already sounding better than last night!

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xx

Just One Week...

2009-02-28T20:07:00.010Z

It's Saturday! So that already means I get to see Aiden Turner (Being Human's Mitchell) and Ray Quinn tomorrow on Tv. Then, next Saturday I'm going to see one of the bestest bands on Earth (there could possibly be an even better one on Jupiter, so I thought it best not to insult them by saying 'bestest band in the universe'), so in the words of Rolf Harris: Can You Guess What it is Yet?

I'm going to see Fall Out Boy on March 7th with Ffion at Cardiff International Arena (a.k.a. CIA). I am ultra-excited! I feel like I use to when Christmas was coming! I'm not sure if Hey Monday or Kids in Glass Houses are playing... I love both either way. I'll update you next week about those details!

I have loads of work to do though... Art is the worst, then I have Business and English to do as well... But then The Last Shadow Puppets came on NME (straight after Pete Doherty) so the music in my ears is ace... =P

I took a photo of myself (which I seriously hated since the lights made me look a tad orange), I then edited it (since I was bored) and Eureka... I really like it now! So yeah... That's it really...

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xx

You Had To Be There (But I'm Glad You Weren't).

2009-02-26T16:36:00.006Z

I actually think that that is a damn good name for a song! (Gah... I just spelt that as snog and then the whole sentence was warped.)

Yesterday, I wore my green vest top under my school shirt (as I usually wear a vest top under it in the colder months). I have a full length mirror in my bedroom and I was changing out of my school uniform when I saw it... MY PANTIES MATCHED MY VEST TOP! xD Seriously..? Not Cool!

Okay, so my PC kind of blew up last night... so yeah... I'm on the laptop now. Hopefully the PC nerds will be able to save my precious iTunes... *sniff sniff*

Oh, and just a quick note to Osian before I leave you (and no, this isn't like the final goodbye before I commit suicide because that's not ow we do)... I wrote you a letter...

Dear Osian,

I have grown to respect your decision of not allowing me to use your sperm in my baby experiment to create the perfect, most talented, smartest child ever. However, that does not mean that I shant go ahead with my plans behind your back (literally).

If you awake with a pain and 'someone is missing' down below, then you must not interupt me with your silly questions as I am obviously in the process of either creating the child OR collecting sperm off my other vicims. i.e. Ray Quinn, Bam Margera, Dita von Teese (the baby needs a mom), Stephen Fry and some random hot comedian.

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xx

Dammit

2009-02-25T19:00:00.003Z

My PC just blew up.

I think I'm going mad.

My thoughts are bouncing off the walls,

Why does it all turn out so bad?

There was an average day,

With a girl who had nothing to say.

About to say "Sup,"

The computer blew up,

Everything's always so gay.

People, Life and Me...

2009-02-24T17:12:00.008Z

People let you down in this world... They hurt you, upset you, betray you and use you. There are up moments when they amuse you on purpose (as opposed to falling over accidentally in front of you), they comfort you, they sometimes love you and they usually have something useful to say.

There are the good, the bad and the hydrogens... The good are the kind who never put anyone down except themselves, the bad are the kind who critisize you for tiny things and arent even jealous of you, and then there are the hydrogens... they just float around and dont make an impact at all on your life unless there is a group of them. They are completely neutral.

Me? I'm the worst kind. I critisize people as it's my humour and my thoughts, I try to make people feel good but then turn cold in an instant as I'm sick of sympathy, then I might talk behind their back... not in a bitchy way, but I really don't have that much to talk about!

Anyway... It doesn't help when you're reading books written by Chuck Palahniuk, and you have friends who are so over-dramatic you want to shoot them in the tongue, watch them scream and cry and then watch their eyes slowly roll backwards as the drop to the ground. Twisted I know, what's worse is that I picture it as I write it and I find it so compelling I have to think of it more, make a scene out of it (so to speak)...

On the plus side, it's given birth to a new want; to study Criminal Psychology... Putting yourself into the mindset of a madman sounds quite appealing to be honest... Find out what motivates people to burgal houses, what twists someones emotions to that point when they think "I'm going to slowly gouge your eyes out with some tweezers just so I can pop them at the same time." To me, it would feel like a vacation to be in a different mindset for just 5 minutes...

Maybe there are hundreds of fifteen-year-old girls my age dreaming up amazing, American, blonde guys to use in a book, to then give him a gay scene with the main character of the book (his best friend) and to tell him of his father raping him at the age of seven... Somehow, I don't think so... haha

Am I happy as I am? No. I'm fully concious that I'm not a nice person, I have a dim dark outlook on life which just gets me down and not even for good reasons, I'm really boring and obsess over little things way too much, I'm the kind of person that ruins moments... No wonder Henri French would never touch me even if I was the cure to cancer...

Oh well, some people are just harder to please than others!

Kindest Regards,

StripeS xx

Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right...

2009-02-16T15:20:00.001Z

As I lay in bed that night
I found a shadow on the wall
And in my head curiosity grew
For on that spot no shadow should fall

Walking slowly towards the shadow
I felt a quick beating in my heart
So when I found the shadow, a man
I couldn't quite work out his art

His eyes were sunken, his face tight
I looked at him and asked why he was there
He didn't move for minutes on end
Finally he said only I would care

He was a ghost with a story to share
He was a ghost from present times
He could only walk around as a shadow
Until he finally confessed his crimes

So I sat on the bed and he on the wall
He started to pace and started to tell
The murders he'd dealt on every occasion
He said from the start he was going to hell

He told me details and he told me dates
He told me that'd he'd only target dames
He finished the tale he's needed to voice
Then all of a sudden he burst into flames

A bellowing shout could be heard but not seen
The ghost disappeared but the fire raged on
The fire just quickened and started to spread
A stranger walked in and my fears were gone

Was this my angel come to save me from death?
He shook his head and said, "You chose the wrong side
You helped a madman escape his punishment"
He invited me home and my eyes opened wide

This man was the devil and not my friend
I declined his offer and told him why
He clapped his hands and the fire grew vivid
He bowed before saying "Goodbye"

Now I'm a shadow on a wall,
Coming to a town near you
Yet I shant ask anyone for their help
Until my punishment is through

Let's Ignore The Fact It's Saint Val's...

2009-02-14T22:43:00.001Z

I'm well chuffed, I finally bought Hey Monday's album! I've wanted it for a month now, and when I found out that they were supporting Fall Out Boy on March 7th I finally decided to actually spend some money...

I really want some of those glasses! I love them! I wonder how much they'd be or where I could buy them...

Cassadee is so pretty as well, typical American pretty, you know? Pete Wentz says she's like his little sister on his blog. I'm kind of sad, but so are thousands of other people, I read his blog all the time, waiting for a new entry.

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xx

I Thought Perfection Was Impossible...

2009-02-13T20:44:00.001Z

What is Pretty...

2009-02-12T21:13:00.001Z

Pretty:

adj. (prettier, prettiest) 1 attractive in a delicate way without being truly beautiful. 2 informal used ironically to express displeasure: he led me a pretty dance.
adv. informal to a moderately high degree; fairly.
n. (pl. pretties) informal a pretty thing; a trinket. >used condescendingly) an attractive person.
v. (pretties, prettying, prettied) make pretty or attractive.

- PHRASES pretty much (or nearly and well) informal very nearly. a pretty penny informal a large sum of money. be sitting pretty informal be in an advantageous position or situation.

- DERIVATIVES prettily adv. prettiness n. prettyish adj.

I was thinking, I want to be Pretty, I want to like myself as a girl, not a girl trying to be like a boy... I obviously was feeling down in the dumps. I was thinking of examples of what I want to be more like and I came up with a few examples of the things I'd need to feel like a new me:

Yes... if I want to be a new person, I'm going to have to change. I can only think of one way of doing that and that's to wear new things I would never have worn before... I already decided last year that I was going to get a PROPER corset on my 16th...

What do dress people wear in the cold though? I'll need to figure out some things first obviously before I dive head first into the quest...

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xx

Last Night...

2009-02-07T20:10:00.002Z

Just a quick note before I actually start this ULTRA SHORT post... Last Night is an amazing song (understatement) by Eighteen Visions. You should totally check it out!

Anyway... I was talking to PeaGreen last night and then I went upstairs, after my mother spent twenty-whole-minutes talking to me about Dad's birthday, she got a phone call from my GrandPapi... He claims it is snowing... again.

Being the 5(teen) year old that I am, I dart to the window and it's true. It's proper snow as well, but that isn't the point...

My parents went on their dog walk (with Floss, a dog) a few hours later and I took Mary (another dog) out to Le Toilet. It's still snowing so I walked outside and round the conservatory to see the Watering Can... completely covered in snow.

It was class, so I took a photo to show the world.

Peace Out, Fangs Up...

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xx

What We Think We Are

2009-02-06T19:34:00.002Z

We always think that we're trying to improve ourselves when actually, we aren't... We really aren't...

I got down all the way to Australia and tried to figure out why. Why was I feeling so down in the trash when I should be feeling Big, Bright and Beautiful (on the inside)?
So I thought:

Who are my idols? My hero figures? My perfect people?
Pete Wentz, Gabe Saporta, Stephen Fry...
They are all guys and therefore I can't take many fashion tips off them (the first two mainly!) without thinking "This will look better on a guy..."
In my eyes I will never be perfect because it is simply not possible for a woman to live up to the standards of a man, escpecially as I'm comparing them to each other.

Then I see what my friends wear and I get sooo jealous that they look nice in things that I would never dream of wearing since I know they'd look stupid on me... Even if stupid is my scene!

So anyway... I might end up doing a whole hero-worship blog post on Pete Wentz... He seems to fuel me, for the past three years actually... To all the haters, I'm not interested. Not even in the slightest, seriously. I mean it.

I have put in the photo of my parents on the dog walk... They are both wearing white coats and I've just realised what my mother meant when she said "I hope the people in the cars will see us!" Damn I can be slow!
Anyway, this is where I finish this post... Peace out, Fangs up...

Kindest Regards,
Stripes xx

PS: Today truelly and honestly sucked. My two close peas weren't in so I kind of loned in my head. I say in my head as I was with some people, but that didn't mean much to me to be completely and utterly correct... I would say honest but then I would've used it twice in a paragraph. Thanks Charli... Thanks Carys... Love You Both As Well... ¬.¬

xox

Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful, But the Fire is So Delightful, & Since We've No Place To Go...

2009-02-05T20:24:00.001Z

Oh yes... it's snowing... it is officially our (Britain's) annual snowshine! I just wish the news would stop ruining the mood.
I don't see why I had to drag my lazy bum outta bed this morning though... Had registration. Had first lesson. Had break. Got ready to go home.
I had a Math test first lesson, and it didn't really feel like a test because this guy (called Guy) sits opposite me, and shouting in whisper, I hear:
Sophie! Look outside! It's snowing... and it's sticking!
I looked up to see this fifteen year old turn into a five year old, bouncing in his chair in excitement whilst our teacher goes: Guy!
It was entertaining never-the-less, made my hair look like I had dandruff since it's dark... I kept thinking about that scene from Edward Scissorhands...
Anyway, I am so excited for Sunday! I have two Tv programmes on! Dancing on Ice & Being Human!

Geez, it's sad that I get so excited over what's on Tv, but I'm writing a book now, so hopefully I won't come across as shallow in future posts!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xx

PS: I took this photo as I was walking out to the Bus Bays in my school ... Trees are sooo pretty when they're covered in snow, like people wearing make-up. If it continues to snow then I guess I'll update more pictures, I have a photo of my parents on the dog walk, but I didn't feel it appropriate in this post. I'm eager to feature it on here though!