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take my hand by treasure fingers is currently being played in and around my ears. this evening i literally have nothing to do so i've taken to being slightly more creative than usual and writing a small part in my blog which has a thick layer of dust on it.

at the start of this year i decided to start a diary and write in it everyday recording my findings, eatings and doings. most of it is documenting what i had for dinner that night or how many eclairs i had for pudding (it was usually 2 round about new year time) but some of it was my feelings about certain situations and people. i never mention names and the situations i speak of are usually vague as i know i am the only one who will be reading and will understand it.

the inevitable 'drunk blog'

after 5 glasses of lovely zinfandel and cloudy lemonade i have came to blogspot to stop myself posting stuff on facebook like an attention seeking 16 year old. i am 19 btw.

ahhh

my basically brother robin decided it was a good idea to have a nice glass of rose. WRONG IDEA. after the 1st glass we decided lets get blazed.

uh oh spaghetti-ohs!!!!

x

i'm home in the hills for a glorious week of relaxing and cramming myself with as much food as i possibly can.

high points of this week at home are as follows:

mama made carrot cake which i have been having with my tea- ooooffft (another post, another mention of tea. what can i say)

i bleached the hair AGAIN.. and i'm suffering for it now since my scalps itchy!

i successfully backed up all my files onto the family external hardrive

in the process of tryna find microsoft word i found the whole office 2007 way hay!!!

tomorrow hasnt happened yet but we are going out for a meal at ardshealach- dunno if that is the correct spelling.

i unearthed my wee xmas tree so thats in the travel bag ready to be taken back to glasgow for the flat

finally, there is a good supply of mr bean videos here that keeps me entertained when eating my sandwhiches.

x

sitting wishing waiting

uck, i'm pretty sure tea is the ultimate cure for everything. i'm watching that new series on sky one- the middle. funny stuff. i cant laugh right now though otherwise my headache will come back and eat my brain. ahh fuck i've to finish my report for college tonight. soooooobbbbb. cant wait for the 22nd when i go home back in the hills yayz! no one will read this so why am i writing it? because i want to ramble type..that's why. x

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i feel cream - peaches (proxy radio edit) is a tune. i've only listened to it once but know it's a keeper.

tim westwood.

today i was watching the telly. nothing was on so i began flicking through the music channels as one does. i came to a crappy non-descript pop channel and there was a programme on called 'flava'. tim westwood was on it bro-in' down wiv his homie, his boy, his 'slice lil wayne. my irritation levels increased 10 fold. TIM WESTWOOD YOU ARE AN EMBARESSMENT TO BRITAIN. my problem with him is that he thinks he's something he most certainly is not and never will be. westwood = white english shitty DJ. what he is in his mind = black american buff bling bling rapper with extensive knowledge of da ghetto talk. lil wayne would be talking in his way, y'know rappa stylee. then mr silly english boy comes in and says something completely annoying and almost not understandable (due to him trying to cram in as much 'dope' phrases as possible). he has middle class british origins... his father, bill westwood was the anglican bishop of peterburgh until 1996 for cheeses sake. in the past tim has received critism for his emulation of black american dialect. in response to this westwood stated "honestly, baby, i get love out there, pure and simple."- what does that even mean!? oh dear... well. perhaps he was bullied as a child.

that time i made fairy cakes and ate them all bar 4!