Im posting this quick blog to show you a little something something. I was being really cool and UrbanDictionary'ing my name and found the cutest thing ever!! Check it out.

Vicky:

Strong of spirit, Vicky is that rare individual whose charisma draws the attention of even the most hardened individual. She is a woman who holds the light of the heavens in her eyes and the soul of the sea in her kisses for they sweep you away to places that sailors pine for as they nurse their rum on a cold lonely night.

Vicky is mother and child. For one moment her face glows while holding her precious ones and then the next it displays it's fear in thinking that she is not precious herself.

Vicky will feel compassion for a stranger in need but not notice when she leads ones soul to bleed. She will believe when it fits her picture and deny that which may alter her reality. She luvs to easily but refuses to be loved.

Vicky is an enigma.

A Vicky is a person of great intelligence. They are compassionate in everything they do. They have the ability to bring many positive things to a relationship. They enjoy Politics, Wine, Fine Food, Swimming, Travel, Padres, Beaches, Academic Discourse, Steam Rooms, Romance Languages, Van Gogh, Chanel, Live Music, Pearls, Scrabble, Paris, and Golf; among many other life empowering things. A Vicky is so sweet you will fall in love with one at first sight and even more so as they tangle your mind with so many positive adventures. Although only 4’11” (Im actually 5'7" but whatever) a Vicky is a giant that inspires and challenge those closest to them to become wonderful. A Vicky is not perfect, but one is well worth investing your heart and soul into. The only down fall to a Vicky is that they tend to stay in relationships longer than they should. They put up with things that are not healthy. A strong woman of mind yet week with the heart. A Vicky always wears their heart on their sleeve. One needs to take a break and focus on self development before reinvesting into another relationship. To sum up a Vicky the balance is more positive than negative. If you ever have the chance to meet a Vicky don’t hesitate. Eventually Vicky will figure it out and make a huge difference in the world. Love a Vicky today!

Awr xD

So, right now its around 10.30am. I woke up at 8am and have been reading several different books this morning in hope of being able to pick a favourite. See, I couldnt sleep because Im stressed over all the school work I have to complete for this week. Its worse that revising for exams, I swear! Not only do I have to worry about my work, my laptop is slowly melting. By melting, I mean the place where you put the charger in is disfigured and such. My laptop will go eventually, because bit by bit, its going to the place of no return. One charger, which was the replacment charger of the original after it melted, blew up the other day. It scared the poop out of me (Poop...hee hee). The damn charger left my room smelling like a party popper. Now im using this weird one thats even scarier. It makes weird fan noises and then makes some sort of loud humming noise. I pray that it doesnt blow up too, because I cant live without the internet !!

So for work I have to stress out about this week, I have approximently the following. A PowerPoint Presentation on Legalisation, A PowerPoint Presentation on my favourite book (Which I have yet to have chosen.), A presentation on thursday to prepare for on the Psychodynamic approach to psychology, an essay about computer security, an essay about something else, a booklet to fill in and complete and to finish my ever-growing list, I have to answer a sheet of questions on the first chapter of the book “The Great Gatsby”. So my week seems fun. The whole of tomorrow, Ill have to sit somewhere like the library and type up the Essay’s and one of the two powerpoints, and then Ill have to come home and neglect the laptop (Yeah right, as if that will happen) to read “Youth in revolt” so I can use it as my favourite book. I will, most likely knowing me, wander onto the laptop to look for cliff-notes or whatever Rebecca called them and use them to describe my so-called Favourite book that I havent actually read. I dont read that much, even if according to Becca I do nothing but. Ive not read that many books.

See, Rebecca, being the besty-friend-ever-in-the-whole-wide-world-whos-always-stealing-my-cup’s-of-tea-and-loves-her-dib-dabs brought over a bunch of her many books. (She reads more than me I swear, and shes the one telling me Ive practically read a librarys worth of books. She has a library in her bedroom, I swear!) Okay, so by bunch, she bought over like five. When I woke up with nothing to do this morning, I read the first very boring chapter of “The Great Gatsby” before picking up some of Becca’s books. First, I tried Jo Brands “It’s Different For Girls” but after reading the prolouge, I couldnt really get into it, so I chucked it to the side and picked up the next book. (Okay, so I didnt chuck it.) The next book was Ben Eltons “Blind Faith”. I read the bit on the back and then read the first page before getting entirely bored and confused. Baring in mind the first page was a few sentances about some man named Trafford, which I must admit, I thought it was a guy going out into his town and saying Hello to it, and I was still tired. After putting that book back in the pile of glanced-at-and-never-to-be-touched-again books, I picked up Youth in Revolt. I have, ofcourse, heard of this book before, and Rebecca lugged it onto a bus before, so I had seen it before. Its a pretty darn big book. Rebecca is still a bit peeved that we missed the one week only showing of the film at the cinema. So, I read the first 10 pages and, it’s good. I mean, its a bit strange because its a 14 year old boy and he’s constantly talking about how sex-crazed he is, but its okay other than that... urrr....minor detail. Its not minor, he’s constantly talking about how he “Wanks his winkie” (Why Rebecca? Why?) Ill try to read the rest after I finish the booklet I have to fill in.

Psychology A2 level. Kill me now. You know, technically, Im in year 13 now. Last year of sixth form, and the last year I can spend at my wonderful school. But anyone, back to topic, Psychology. This year we’re doing Relationships, Aggression and Addictive behaviours. Well, I think were doing Adictive behaviours. I flicked through the revision guide (Which I am NOT going to lose this time) and it seemed familiar. I think Miss Davies may have mentioned it. Third page into the Relationships section of the book? “Reproductive behaviour”. Scanning down the page I can see big bold titles here and there saying things like “Different types of sexual selection” (I can hear Rebecca saying “Mmm” right about now. Haha). My charger seems to be calming down now. Scary stuff.

Today is June 20th 2010. Almost write 2020 then, woop I’m 26. Now, Im not obsessive so Im just going to touch on the fact its “Edward Cullens Birthday”. Im not trying to be horrible, but why do people seriously want to celebrate a fictional characters birthday? Stephenie Meyer has issues, Twin, issues. I dont even know how old he’s supposed to be. Like, old-and-wrinkly 114 or something. But, more importantly, Its Fathers day. Here my Daddy when he was little. Aint that cute!

The thing is, my dad wont be home until late, and plus, you dont even want to know what I (My mum) bought him. Socks. With “Best Daddy ever” on the side. Socks. Im ashamed. Socks? I dont even have a card for him. I will have to make one.Yeah, make one, like ive done since I was like five years old. You should see the little collection of the things ive made for people. Bottle people, cards, collages of pictures stolen out of the photo album. I was a rebel child, stealing pictures, cutting them up and sticking them on some paper to give as a present to my parents. The best thing I ever made for a family members birthday must have been the time when I convinced my parents to buy me a candle making set for beginners. I told them Id pay them back, knowing me I never did. So, I made a blue, a yellow and a green candle. Two were swirls and one was a star. Making candles is the best thing, next to making gingerbread biscuits. And now im hungry. Damn. Okay, well, I do have a lot of work to do and this blog entry writing is just a process in the vicious o’le procrastinating circle. Happy Fathers day!!

Don't say you're sorry
cause I'm not even breaking
you're not worth the time that this is taking

and I knew better
than to let you break my heart
the soul you'll never see again
won't be showing scars

you still love her
I can see it in your eyes
the truth is all that I can hear
everytime you lie.

Im sat on my bed, as per usual, eating rice for the second night in a row, not that Im complaining. Trying not to stress about the weeks to come and taking things a step at a time, im sat procrastinating, also as per usual, which definatly does not help matters. If im entirely honest, I dont know how much longer I can cope.

#RandomFact I found this cool way of taking pictures on my phone that add's them together ! LOOK !!


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No one ever saw Alice. She was invisible. She was there, but people refused to acknowledge her exsistance. Every day, she'd walk through the school corridors with her head down in hope that nobody would push or shove her to the ground. People threw more than just words in her direction, and it was never by accident. Alice knew the reality was that where ever you go, there is always people out to ruin your life just to make themselves feel better. Alice had been the target for this since she was little, and now at seventeen years old, she was nearly at breaking point.

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What Is Your Affinity?

Earth You are incredibly loyal and trustworthy, and your friends can always count on you. Like Stevie Rae, you are cautious and slow to change. Fledglings with an affinity for earth are great at offering help and will be there when friends need a shoulder to cry on. They may not always be imaginative, but will have no trouble finishing projects that they start.

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So, I found this and had to blog it. Im think im getting addicted to something non-twilight. Its still about vampires (Or Vampyres) though. Oh well, cant win every battle.




Im not a hag from hell, just saying.




Me-uf-ow !!

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again!

#RandomFact I recently aquired a small shrine of meerkats. Thanks for that Christopher.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced a crown
I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across the ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles, over the waterfall

And is it worth the wait,
All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand,
Protecting both your heart and mine?
Who is the betrayer
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound

This will be my last confession
"I love you" never felt like any blessing
Whisper it like it's a secret
Uttered to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart

I'm so heavy. Heavy. Heavy in your arms

Love this song


I woke up at 4am this morning, would you believe it. I had to look after Christophers puppy. Yeah, Shadow, the puppy asforementioned in my blog posts. I think I may have menioned that I wanted to steal him a few times. I take that back. I never want a puppy. Ever.

He pooed and pee'd everywhere in my room and he kept attacking me. Puppies are not toys, my friends. They are worse than babies. Atleast you can put a nappy on a baby. I hope in the future, this knowledge will retain somewhere in my brain so that I dont go crazy and buy a puppy.

With all that out of mind, exams are finally over. I dont give a damn about what grades Ive got, because I know that they arent going to be good. Its all out of the way. Next time, no re-sits. Please! Last minute revising is bad. Bad bad people revise at the last minute. Thats moi. Actually revised though, I did. Like, properly. I have the sheets to prove it too.

Im sat with a bag o' pretzels and some pepsi max -The shop had them on offer, so no coke for me today- reading the second book in the "House of Night" series. Its pretty good. I even got Louise reading the first one. I had a listen to the audio book of it earlier. The character Stevie Rae is from Oklahoma so when then narrator does her voice I cant help but laugh. Well, Im off to go rest. 4am is not a fun time to wake up at. Have a nice day where ever you may be peoples. I love you all.

#RandomFact I can do a half-decent impression of the compare the market advert's meerkat.

xxxx