I realise it has been over a week since I have last wrote here, but it’s just that I didn’t haven’t had anything interesting to blog about. Well, Now I do! Half term has started now and I actually have a few things to pop into this blog. Yesterday I slept over Rebecca’s house. Wasn’t that interesting!? I spent several hours happily singing along to music while tidying Becca’s room. Yes, I tidied her room. You can see the floor now, and her books are in alphabetical order. Whilst I was doing this, my leggings got covered in dust and Becca managed to finish writing the tenth chapter of her A-MAZE-ING book. Dinner was Chicken Curry, and I would love to become an astronaught. We said goodnight at 11pm? And we ended up talking for another two hours. Well, until I saw the Ghost and shat myself! Oh my days. I looked across the room of Becca’s bedroom and there was this boy, like aged 10-15, staring at me. But it was like when you’re staring at somebody at a disco with strobe lights, but it was one flash and then he was gone.

At first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but then I told Becca and described this boy for her to be all “Oh my gawd, I told you I had a ghost! I’ve seen that exact same boy!” Because Becca lives in an old mill house, this ghost must have been a worker there years and years ago. He had one of those old caps on like the ones granddads wear now, and he had a white blouse on with brown suspenders and shorts, and his eyes! Oh, the eyes! They were all gaunt and he was staring right at me. Our theory is I upset him by tidying the room. Becca and I were so scared then that I slept in her double bed, right next to her and neither of us moved until we fell asleep. So creepy!

When we woke up in the morning at 11am, we had orange juice, a cup of tea (That I left by accident when I went home) and a bacon sandwich. My mother’s facebook status, 38 mins ago at that point, was “Tori phone home xx” and I laughed, doing an E.T impression before phoning her and getting my dad to pick me up. When I got home I sat for four or so hours with my 30 year old sister, helping her write a 1,000 word essay on how to set up a business. I’m sat here writing and waiting for the day to fast forward until bed time, but unfortunately, I have to baby-sit tonight until midnight, so hello Insomnia. Well, Better go catch a few relaxing Z’s until I have to go and baby-sit. –Sigh-

#RandomFact Only a Ginger can call another ginger ginger. And only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja. Bahaha ♥

Follow yesterday’s post, after midday was pretty strange to say the least. It started out pretty normal; I was minding my own business, sat in my bedroom on the laptop, Skype’ing with Seann, when Becca and Ashleigh appeared out of thin air. They were at my house for what must have been an hour, and within that time, Becca alone consumed a tin of spaghetti hoops, two slices of toast, several biscuits and two bars of chocolate, as well as a glass of Pepsi to wash it down. After she was satisfied with the non-emptiness of her stomach, she wanders on off with A to get a bus home. Don’t I have the best friends? Strange…. But best nonetheless. Oh, and you know a friend is a keeper when the first thing they say when looking around your room is "Oh, yes Jackson!" and then you have a mini-fight over who gets the Rathbone. He's mine, just saying.

Later that night, after constant stressing out with the internet not connecting properly on any of the home computers, I went swimming with my cousin and his cousin for an hour at my school’s leisure centre. Worst thing about that was the fact I knew both lifeguards, D and R, and they are both popular-ish boys in my year. And on the way out K was going in for Badminton and completely ignored me in my jogging bottoms, trainers and “Azamara Cruises” shirt. How nice. But other than that it was okay. Had an hours drive, just tweeting from my phone mobile-y like and then came home to help J, M’s cousin, with his year 7 math’s homework. Oh, and I helped J finish his kebab, so overall, good times.

Today; Two hours of psychology. One hour going over a sheet, half an hour revising for the other half an hours open book essay question. I don’t think I did too badly, but then again, that probably means I failed epic-like. I came home to a ‘Mothers-definition-of-a-half-full-house’ …. Which is basically Dominic, Natasha and Kelly. Natasha was asleep. I made myself some soup after devouring my tuna and sweet corn sandwich. I shared some of the soup with Dominic, and he was pretty happy. He wasn’t happy, however, when he had to go to playschool. I offered to stay with him, arrangements were made simply over the phone and I went with him. I spent three hours at my old playschool, and I was more excited than Dominic. It was smaller than I remembered, but so cute!

I sat with Dominic while he was eating his lunch, and opened a boy named Oakley’s maltesers packet. Not too soon after that, O decided my legs look like a good place to rest his bare feet on while eating his cream cheese sandwich. Lol! Oh, and by this point I was having very strange texts from Becca that I completely did not understand whatsoever. Then the kids went around the room to play, and I sat at a table with these “Poppie” toy things. Dominic played with them for a while before skipping off merrily to paint a pretty picture, and then two or three other kids came over and started talking at me. I made one boy a Giraffe and a little girl an Elephant.

The cutest thing ever was at break time, just before home time, when this little girl called Eloise was all cuddly and giggly with me. I relate everything back to twilight, so basically, she was like a miniature Alice at 4 years old. She was really little and cute and smile-y and she kept tip-toeing to be as tall as all the other kids. I sat down and made… yes, I made…. Dominic go around on the scooters a few times. He was having fun, bless him. There I was, sat on my lonesome one second, five kids around me the next second. Mini Alice was sat next to me, hand on my leg protectively and looking at me, trying to make me laugh by giggling at herself. Connor bounded over and sat next to me. He was a crazy child, but not as crazy as Oakley, and he put his head in my lap. Then this other girl tried to get my attention and was all “Do you like my dress?” because I said I liked Eloise’s shoes. This other boy, I think his name was Kellan or Callum…., well he randomly ran over and pretended to throw a bomb at me several times. LOL! And then Blip, Binp? I have no idea what his name was, but he was the cutest ever. He was all “Daddy. Pink! Daddy. Daddy. PINK!”

And then I walked Dominic home, and here I am, writing my blog and waiting for my dinner. I helped my load and unload the dishwasher and then I was all “Whats for dinner?” Hungry-teen-style. It was going to be Faggots, as in meat faggots, not gays or anything, and potatoes, but I wasn’t really up for it, so I’ve helped do the dinner. Its cooking in the over now, and its corned beef pancake things that are basically fishcakes with corned beef and onion, with roast potatoes and mixed vegetables. Hungry or peckish yet? Peas, carrots and cauliflower. I cannot actually wait!

T.G.I.F right? And and and, I am thoroughly convinced I have no homework to do, so FREE WEEKEND! I will tidy my room though, because I need to, and I have Becca sleeping over on Saturday…… I mean Wednesday. Time to Tweet until I break the internet again. Have a nice Friday readers.

Its not yet midday, but today has actually been pretty good so far. Ive registered my Subcard online, sort-of, and im 200 points away from a free sammich. I finished some work in IT Btec before going to a non-compulsary psychology lesson to write some notes. I thought maybe J would come to the lesson to sit next to A, but A said I could sit next to her, so I did. And we actually spoke a little bit. Maybe she doesnt hate me as much as Ive come to believe. As soon as Psychology finished, I went up to Mrs. Midson's office to get back my signed EMA form. I then went off to the library to print off some of the psychology notes that I hadnt quite done. I ended up staying for half of break helping a year seven boy print off his homework. He didnt know how to use a USB, and he didnt know how to print. So, I showed him. Plus, I saved the librarian on ink, because I suggested her shouldnt have the whole A4 sheet red behind the black text. And then I wandered home, listening to Caitlin Crosby's music.

Im wearing my Jill Valentine outfit today. Its my blue shirt and my black leggings, with black boots and my hoody tied around my waist. Not EXACTLY like Jill, but its cool. Oh, and she's from Resident Evil 2. You should know how obsessed with Resident evil I am. And, the blue shirt is the one my sister gave me when I slept over hers that night in July, the one where I discovered my love for the Pims and Lemonade.

Tomorrow, I have double Psychology, and one hour of it will be an end of unit test. Which, Im convinced I can take my notes with me to help finish it, as long as its within the time limit. Atleast I got a C in my essay. It was a D, but I pointed out that Miss Davies hadnt checked the little paragraph on the back, and she checked it. I got an extra mark, but from 5 out of 9, to 6 out of 9, made it go from a D to C. And I was weeeeellllll chuffed.

Well, Better be off, My mother is talking to her friend Kath about leaving the tea bag in the cup by accident. Damn you mother, I like my tea milky!!

..... Oh, and HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY CLAIRE

EEPP !! <3

Today, I was supposed to revise for a psychology end of unit test on friday. I did not do this. Instead, Rebecca and I sat in the library laughing at everything and anything. Then we sat in Subway for an hour, where I read almost 52 pages of Rebecca's story. Its bloody AMAZING. I would tell you what it's about, but you might steal the idea or really want to read it and not be able to. Dont worry, when she's finished, I will make sure she gets it published ;)

After messing about and not doing any school work whatsoever, we went to the cinema to watch "The Death and Life of Charlie St Cloud." It was almost a private showing. We were the only ones in the room watching it until three other people intruded. How rude of them. Well, it was 3:50 on a tuesday. The film was really good, although we were basically telling each other what was going to happen as if between us we had already watched the film. The storyline is kind of predictable. We guessed the womens big secret before SHE KNEW IT HERSELF!! We are just that cool.

Zac Efron was alright in it, but he seemed to be doing a Taylour Lautner. He took off his shirt whenever he could. And he had a bit of an anger problem. One second he was cool as a clam in clamsville, and then the next he was bashing some persons head in. We still have no idea what the geese in the graveyark meant. Ill google it right now! ....... There's nothing on google. I think we all need to panic. GOOGLE KNOWS EVERYTHING!!


On the way home, I had to get two buses on my own in the almost dark! Nah, Im alive now, but at the time I was pooping it. On the second bus, this drunk homeless couple with a dog got on the bus and sat at the back and they started shouting at each other and swearing and it was craazzzzyyy. I was sat there all scared and stuff and I thought I was going to DIE!!! Nah, I was just hoping Id get home soon. But yeah, the dog was all "Grrr" and the drunk guy was all "You went FLOP, BITCH!" and she was all "I did not go -Sound effect- flop"
And then the bloke was all "If you break these headphones, you is not gunna know what happened to you. Dont even mess with this, yeah?" and I was trying not to laugh. If I laughed, I would have been killed! O.o

Well, anyway, Time for a cup o' tea and then to snuggle up into bed for tomorrow morn to come. G'day, Dearest reader.

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That last blog is a formspring question. I didnt know linking it to this blog would do that. My Oh my, I would never have such a long title, you know that! Well, Off to school I go, without my school Id card, because I lost it. Yay!

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Oh my. Why did you do this to me!? I dont think I could live without either. Youre so mean! I think Id have to never go online again, because what is more important is that I go to school, get an edumacation (Lol) and get a job so I can pay my way through life. Being on the internet wont give me that, unless I find some website that will do that, but Id still need friends. So, Id stop going online if I had to, but I dont, so Ill continue to balance the two. Mwahahaha. <33333

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When everybody else was sat with their takeaways and cups o' tea watching XFactor, I was snuggled up in bed dosed up on every single cold and flu remidy in the whole entire ... house. Which wasnt that much to be honest. So, there I was drowning in Vic's Vapour rub, coughing up the benalyns cough syrup, which Im sure isnt supposed to happen, and trying to sleep away the stupid ill-ness-ness of it all, I just couldnt fall asleep. I actually forced myself to sit through the whole of New Moon again. I know!? Even the Jacob bits. He's still a massive knob, and I still laughed when Bella and Edward were all "I dont want you to come.... You dont want me to come?.... No, I dont want you to come." My minds in the gutter, sue me.

So anyway, after New Moon, I tried to go back to sleep, and I still couldnt. So, Plan C was put into action. I played "No sound but the wind" on repeat. and, It worked! This song never fails to make me sweepy. and I just learnt it on Piano, too. Well, Its not that hard, its just four chords over and over and over.. and well, I think you get the idea.



I did have some strange dreams though. The one I can remember is like, there were a bunch of old people and then Rebecca and I in this ... swimming pool room? But the pool was empty and the whole room was slowly filling up with water, so we had to dig our way out of the syrofoam walls? where Becca and I jumped out to let all the old people drown (IRL we love oldies, most of the time) and then Becca got attacked by some weird half otter half tiger thing. And then I woke up. Oh, and In my dream, we drowned Hayley and her BF, and I cried(?) and then realised that I didnt actually care, so I laughed. Yeah, Dreams are weird, especially mine.

School work is okay at the moment, minus the half of the english homework on money attitudes thats due tomorrow. Yeah, well, I kinda only did half. I missed out the attitudes to money now, and the attitudes to money in the family (Which in all honesty is a little bit personal and a touchy subject, especially to be giving it to a teacher I dont know-slash-even-like)

The 1920's attitudes to money is done, well, I think, and Ive also done the short 300-500 worded story with the theme of money. Baring in mind its very suckish, here it is. -Shrugs-

The crisp smell of the freshly cut grass overwhelmed her as she ran across the fields in the blazing afternoon sun. She tried to hush the crying baby in her arms as she ran, but it was no use. A thought ran through her mind. Maybe her baby boy knew how wrong this was, too. She pushed it out as soon as she thought it. She already felt bad about what she was doing. Stinging nettles pricked at her bare calves as she ran into the woods, a backpack with over £100,000 contained in a briefcase slung over her left shoulder. When she felt she had gone deep enough into the woods, she found a tall oak tree with a few fallen logs around it. She climbed up to a low branch of the tree and sat on it, leaning against the cold, rough bark of the oak.
“Shush Roxas,” She cooed to calm the emotional infant down.
“Mummy’s okay now.”

She rocked little Roxas in her arms until he eventually sniffled himself to sleep. She smiled and relaxed a bit, holding him close to her torso so she could lean forward to get the backpack. She slid a bottle of water from a side pocket and drank at it greedily, wrinkling her nose up in disgust when the warm liquid crawled down her dry throat. She put the bottle back into its pocket and leant back against the tree, exhaling heavily. Her eyes drooped and she fought the exhaustion that slowly crept up on her unsuccessfully. Not long after, she fell asleep, clutching Roxas close to her. She awoke a few hours later, a cool breeze whistling through the leaves of the surrounding trees, to Roxas gurgling and giggling to himself.

She smiled down at him and felt more relaxed now, but she knew she could never be completely carefree and relaxed any more. Not after stealing from the van. The soft breeze that swirled constantly around the mother and child now was chilling them both. She had packed a blanket in the backpack just in case, so she leant forward to open the bag. She unzipped the clasp quietly, her hands trembling a little, and pulled at the blanket. It was stuck under the stolen briefcase so she tugged at it, but when the blanket slide out from the backpack, the briefcase came out too. It slid off the tree branch, toppling to the ground, hitting a few smaller branches on the way and opening, notes flying everywhere and being carried away on the gust of wind travelling through the forest.

She gasped and watched as some of the money drifted away out of her reach. A man stepped out of the darker part of the tree line, hands in pockets, just then. She tensed up, watching as he looked up at her and spoke boldly. “Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know.”

I finished this today, after doing Benjamins homework. -Facepalm- He only read one chapter of "Pochahontis" and I had to write down what he thought about it. He was all "Well, It was boring cos the boy dropped the necklace down the bluff" and I was all "Well, It wouldnt have been boring if you read the rest of the story to find out that he jumped down and almost drowned to retrieve the necklace, dammit!"
Then, I had to help him with his place value and Partitionings. Urr, Come again? What do they teach kids these days?

Then, I had to draw a chariot, horses, and a helmet from the Roman period for him. I mean, he actually made me because he "Couldnt draw it himself".... So basically, I did an 8 Year olds homework today. Fun fun fun.

This week I need to revise for an end of unit psychology test, and then finish reading "The Great Gatsby" I want Nick and Jordan to be together so much. They are so CUTE together. And I want Daisy to be with Gatsby, but the teacher RUINED IT AND TOLD US HE DIED! Dammit, Im not good with new teachers. All the teachers I have, Ive had before, so I know and like how they teach. But with this one, she talks down to us like were still in year seven or something. She will ask a question and if nobody answers, she'll look through the register and call somebody out to answer. O.o
And also, if someone answers and she thinks its wrong, she'll repeat it and then say "Or it could be..." saying the right answer, and its like WTH!? She's almost as bad as UglyMcLaurence.

Have I told you the story of UglyMc?? Well, She was a trainee English teacher last year. She had been a journalist for ages and wanted to change careers or something. Well, one day she decided we'd play a game of noughts and crosses where you had to pick a word from the board and explain it in 30 seconds without stopping. All the words I knew had gone, but I was picked and I didnt exactly want to play anyway. I was happy just sitting there and listening. she picks me and I say "No, Im okay thanks" and then we end up having an argument because I was "Defying her".... Yeah, that was her catchphrase. "Dont Defy Me!"

Well, anyway, I ended up getting kept behind at the end, where she was all "Dont Defy me!" and I was all -Records argument with Becca's phone- "Urm... Its noughts.... and crosses?" "Dont Defy Me!" "DDIIIIEEE -Stabs with pencil-"

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Okay, so I didnt murder her. Im not usually that ..... defying? Urr... The word im looking for is gone. Im not usually uncooperative? -Shrugs- That will do. But it was just her. Its like, some teachers clash with me so much, I will do anything and everything to annoy them. I remember the last lesson we had with her, I sat with a thesauras insulting her. LMAO! and I took a VERY attractive photo of her and editted it. I wont put it here because I may or may not get in trouble at some point. She like to search blogs. She had a picture of Belle deJour, or whatever that call girls name is, up on the screen, boobs and all, at one point. Oh, and then there was the .... 'Game' ... where we had to look at a piece of paper she was holding and go back to the table to remember what was on it and draw it out. I took a picture of it. I was a reeeebbbbeeeeelll. You should know Im not ARGUMENTATIVE, THATS THE WORD!!!

Okay, Its half nine and my medicine has kicked in. Non-Drowsy my ass!

Night. Love you <33