Let us celebrate the Wickedness

As promised to Shane I finally saw Wicked with himin Victoria.
Well to be fair it was more then just a trip to the threatre. It was "Shane is my bitch day" where I treated him to food and entertainments. It was only fair, as for the last few times I have seen him, he paid for me..(even when not asked).
We met at Victoria, then we departed with the tickets to Waterloo. There was nothing really to do there except wander round like Tourists. It was fun, as we watched the various buskers. Hungry work it seems as we were both starving. A posh resturant tucked in the corner served our needs well..Mussels + Chips for Shane. Chicken and Potatos for meee. Plus desserts. Had to keep the kid happy ;p

Nothing worth writing about happened til we went to the Musical in the evening. The rest of the time was spent in a quaint bookstore in Treadwell Street, and talking. No gossip for you folks!

My opinions of Wicked..?
Ace. Fucking smart and clever. Must get the book- and I would advice you to see it tooo...<3
Good times :P

(Thanks Shane).

Favourite Song lyrics..


Dancing thru Life Song:
FIYERO
The trouble with school is
They always try to teach the wrong lesson
Believe me, I've been kicked out
Of enough of them to know
They want you to become less callow
Less shallow
But I say: why invite stress in?
Stop studying strife
And learn to live "the unexamined life":

Defying Gravity:

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

I am not that girl..
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl:

Msn is still evil..as is the internet

I was drawn into MSN again for the first time in ages. It seems that no matter how much I try to deny it, I am obessed with the internet.
Most nights I sit pressing buttons for no reason, while I could be eating, revising, or even more importantly, Sleeping.

What is she rantinmg on about this time..?
The conversation between me, Tom and Rosie on MSN.
Most of the chats are usually polite on MSN, but the questions asked with those to make me laugh and cringe in equal measure..I know few others that can make me blush and continue typing at the same time. Well done you two. Well done indeed.
My pain is not just with MSN. Facebook, myspace and gaia have all sucked my life from me slowly.

It epains me to admit I care what others think on the net. Or that I am turning rather unattative due to sitting on my fat ass and not doing other things. God help the Children!

Here is a picture to show what I feel:
Sad but true.

By the Seaside ..

Licking my wounds over my less then flattering exam results, I decided that going up to Hayley’s a good way to have some fun. As it was her birthday Celebration, myself and John were invited up. Turned out to be an...Intriguing weekend.

The TomTom got us lost which made John fume, though he did manage to get us back on track by yelling at it for a while, before changing it to a Swedes woman. It helped...I think.

We arrived to South end in one piece and had time to look around before charging to Hayley’s place. I was armed with my beloved CocoPops- I was happy :P

As usual we went to the Sun Rooms. It was fun as usual. Got a chance to get drunk without having to worry about the next day. Danced a hell of a lot and was networking with Hayley’s friends. We got home at around 3, and after eating some more Cocopops, I was grateful to sleep!

The next morning, waking up ridiculously early at 9, John left to get me breakfast, Which turned out to be Maccie D’s. I didn’t know whether to be amused or not, as he took an hour in the car, AND ate my chips..it was the best part man! I was gutted :P

He soon dragged me out of the house though. He has this obsession of grabbing the day with both hands as it seems I feel the same. Even with a hangover.

We decided to go buy more summer clothes then the ones we currently wearing. I got a dress and a bikini. John stuck to shorts...looked sexy though .:P

The Sea was too cold to go swimming in, although we did try to to. Ran back into the pub for comfort instead ><

Hmm, John then decided to drive to Harrow. It was a long drive, though worth it as we saw Cassie for the first time in ages. She is doing well, though bored stiff as there is no work for her..:/

Went for a meal and cinema- Don’t mess with the Zohan. Ace film with Adam Sandler in it..

Hated the way the night ended, as John was forced to drive all the way back to London-harsh I thought. Wish we had one more day together..

(pixs soon guys!)

The dark thoughts inside a dark mind

It seems that however hard you try and work, there is always something that trips you up and makes you think "Why! Oh why?!". In my case it was the exam results..

As you all know, I am at University studying Nursing. What few people do realise is how crap I am at it. Edit. Correction, How much I suck at exams.
The results were harsh. Out of the 3 I did I failed at the essay exam. Passed the rest though.

So why am I making such a fuss..?

It is because I actually made the effort in this one! I had books out, and a colurful revision timetable and study sessions. I even brought new pens just for the chance to colour code the notes..And the results..?The dreaded F-A-I-L word. Damn it all people. Damn it all.
Back to the library I go...

The Joy of being a Weeaboo

It is not often I am proud to be labelled. In fact I hate it. For some however it seems it is their delight in deciding to define me with one word..
I have been called.. -Emo (I wear black and listen to MCR..they are good okay?) -Punk (Spikey hair) -Grunger (Aww, how I loved year 9) -Poser (that one kinda stings. Please-That is the last thing I am) -Goth (Again, black clothes is to blame for this one..Get a directory people. I am not gothic.) -Weeaboo
What is a weeaboo?.. Good question. According to the lovely Urban dictionary..

"Someone who is obsessed with Japan/Japanese Culture/Anime, etc. and attempts to act as if they were Japanese, even though they're far from it. They use Japanese words but usually end up pronouncing them wrong and sounding like total assholes. You can find alot of these faggots clogging up the forums of Gaia Online, hanging out in the international aisle of the supermarket, or crowding the manga section of your local bookstore"

Believe me, aside from the fact I love gaiaonline there is little else to make me one. Tom Wallder is a bigger one to me. I did stay up watching anime til 5am several times this week though..But i is good!
Anime I love <3 -Wolf's Rain -Studio Ghibli -Pokemon -She, the Ulimate Weapon -The Blackmail *blush* -Ninja Scroll -The Karas (The first Part anyway!) -Vampire Hunter D -Blood -Bastard! -Wolf and Spice -Deathnote

Seen others to, though these caught my attention more ^__^ What can I say?..A label that was right at last!
Me pretending to look good :P

The Chibi version of meeee..
One of my gaia characters

I was Kidnapped by my Boyfriend

Few things happen to me that make all my emotions explode inside me and my brain speechless. Getting a B in Maths was one, losing my innocence was another..this time, it came from John my beloved.

It seemed he got it into his head it would be nice to have a weekend away together. It seems I was in agreement with him, as after he texted me on Friday, I was all packed and ready to be whisked to whereever the car was headed.

It took a while to find out.. It was Stonehenge of all places! I was excited as a kid told Santa was real and I was impressed when I saw the hotel appear in the the distance..

It was an old fashioned hotel with a piano and a well stocked bar, although the room was quite..Queer. It had a trousers Press for pete Sake!

The weekend was spent looking at Stones and ruins. It was fun though..There was the fact that I refused to wear shoes the whole time I was there and ruined my feet walking on stony (and painful sharp) grounds.

Sites we saw..


The ruins..

The Stonehenge in Person.


The Shirine. Lookie at the Rat Pack CD!

Love in the hotel Room..


In the local pub in Winchester Town

The Moo Van!



Stonehenge again!


They look like Penises..they deserved a mention.

Cute village pub in a town near Stonehenge


The round Table..:P

I guess what is left to say is a big thank you to Johnny for taking me away. Wooh, It was ace!
I owe yooou!
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