I've never been impressed by your friends from New York and London.

It makes me sad.
It makes me sad knowing that in a years time, we're all going to be split up and onto University.
It makes me sad that Christmas seems ages away.
It makes me sad that there's no new series' of Gavin and Stacey.
It makes me sad that George Orwell shot an elephant.
It makes me sad that Clare is always waiting for Henry.
It makes me sad when people leave their bathroom lights on in the day.
It makes me sad that people insist on saying 'Omnomnom' even though they're seventeen years of age.
It makes me sad knowing you don't feel the same.
That I'll never hold you.

You know what... I need to shut the hell up. It's not helping anything.

I want to be famous.
It annoys me that celebrities moan about cameras being shoved in their faces and the paparazzi are following them. Do you know what? I would actually love that. Its not even the money aspect. I would like to be famous even if there wasn't any money involved.
I like being noticed.
I like being talked about.
I like people hating me.
I like being opinionated.
I like getting up people's noses and in people's faces.
I may have said this before, but everything I do is tailored to shock and is well thought out to gain a reaction out of people. Nine point nine times out of ten... it works.

And I fucking love it.

Standing in the way of control.

I think I'm just going to admit defeat and move on.
There's nothing I can do that will help the situation.

I really don't like the Mars advert.
You know the one with the monks. Monk music scares me, so when it comes on (especially at night) I get all scared. I'm such a wierdo!

I'm definatley going to start using this again to rant and shiz. I'm just not in the mood at the moment.

All the single ladies.

Wow. That hurt.
A lot.


Its not like I can expect you to put your life on hold...

This is a song for all my close friends.

I thought 'getting over you' would be easy.
It really isn't. I knew nothing was promised when it all came out but I'm finding it really hard to forget about you. I always think about you. You get more beautiful every day. I look forward to seeing you in lessons, which is weird. I'm sorry this is such a lengthy thing... I really didn't intend on making your life a hundred times harder than it is. I'm shit.

I don't want to grow up.
I don't want to go to University yet. I like things the way they are. I'm terribly happy at the minute. I don't want it to end. I'm comfortable at the moment. I don't want things to change, thanks.

Omnomnomnom.
I hate people that use the above expression. Like seriously, grow the fuck up. It makes me physically cringe when I see people using it. I don't see how it makes sense or even how it serves a purpose. Please stop, you annoy me you vile 'nomming' creatures. It even makes me cringe to type it. Eep...

I'm also loving 'The Ordinary Boys' again, like I did in Year Nine. 'I Luv You', 'Boys Will Be Boys' and 'Lonely At The Top' are my personal favourites.

Exx dee.

Je te plumerai la tete.

Deep down, I actually thought the whole thing would work out.
I'm so stupid.
It's great that we can still be friends.
Its ridiculous I thought anything would happen.

ANYWHOOO!
Today was rather fun. Me and Fyona went to meet Jodi and Lewis and had a good afternoon. Even though I went to punch Lewis and hit his elbow. That hurt. Then me and Fyona went to a gig with Rachel and Danny G. The band actually turned out to be better than I once thought. I expected some dirty screamo crap that I just can't stand but surprsingly it was good, got everyones hips moooving.

You know what... is should really do some graphics work or begin reading my English books...

EEP.

You can't play on broken strings.

Well that was a fail.
I hate being let down. I know you can't help it and I want to thank you for being so patient with me. Most people would have just either ignored me or fallen out with me.

But anyway.
This week has been brilliant. I gained my grades from my AS courses, I was actually quite happy with them. At the weekend there was various parties. Alana's on Friday which involved me dancing all night to different party tunes like Saturday Night and Cha Cha Slide. I'm so cool. Then there was Chris' on the Saturday, which involved me almost making two people throw up from the delightful cocktail I created which included the following:

- Vodka
- Chicken Legs
- Sausages
- Black Food Colouring
- Peppermint
- Sea Salt
- Pepper
- 100s and 1000s
- Chocolate
- Orange Juice
- Milk
- Parsley

There's definatley more stuff which I can't remember. But yeah, sounds tasty doesn't it?



At the end of the day, I know things didn't work out but at least I have my friends.

Got to keep on dancing, keep on dancing.

Summer 2010 has been epic!
I've actually had such a blast this summer. Whether its chilling on a field, at a party, going cinema or anything alike it's been great and I've enjoyed it all. I've also met some amaxing people. And guess what, theres still another three weeks to go. WOO-EE!

Sun-kissed skin so hot we'll melt your popsicles.

I love being hated by people for no reason.
I mean, I quite enjoy it when I know their reasoning behind it. I'd just like to know, actually.

Cunt.

Some girls won't dance to the beat of the track.

Marilyn, Judy, Sylvia... Tell 'em how you feel girls.
At the moment, I am actually addicted to the lyrics of Lady Gaga. I wish that I could write lyrics in the same way she does, it's so inpiring. She actually writes about things that the public want to hear about such as money, fame, adultery and sex. Not like these R'n'B wannabes who only write songs about each other's 'bootys' and insist on calling each other 'Shawti'. Most of the people they're talking about aren't even that short. I actually hate that 'Eeny Meeny Mino Mo Lover' song. You know people have ran out of song ideas when they start to use playground songs to use within a half-hearted attempt at a number one hit. Lady Gaga is different, each sentence holds a unique message. I have some favourite Gaga lyrics which I feel the need to list.

'I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me' - Paparazzi (The Fame)
'Midnight at the glamour show on a Sunday night, everybody drink another Whisky and wine' - Vanity
'Russian roulette is not the same without a gun' - Pokerface (The Fame)
'Silicone, saline, poison, inject me baby, I'm a free bitch' - Dance In The Dark (The Fame Monster)
'That's M, O, N, E, Y, so sexy, I...' - Money Honey (The Fame)
'I'm shiny and I know it, don't know why you wanna blow it need a man who likes it rough' - I Like It Rough (The Fame)

So yeah, Lady Gaga is the shiz.

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag.

Is it possible to turn your feelings off to stop from being hurt? I sure hope so.

On a more optimistic note, it's summer and the heatwave is upon us, again. I've had to crack my window open due to the fact that I felt like I was being cooked for christmas dinner. However, this weekend has been brilliant. On Friday night I went to see Shappi Khorsandi from 'Live at the Apollo', she made me laugh until I cried. I had Emily's BBQ on Saturday night which is where I tried a jalepeno pepper. That was a bad idea. Not one of my best. On Sunday there was Fiona's pastel-themed party which was great and tonight we all went out for a meal. I love my friends so much. They actually mean a lot to me. They tell me the truth, whether it's what I want to hear or not and are always there for me.

'I don't care what the people may say, what the people may say about me' - Eliza Doolittle

If you seek Amy.

In my last blog. I fucked up.
Apparently I got both Star Trek and Star Wars mixed up which actually proves my point... I have no interest in Sci-Fi what so ever. So piss off you dirty Trekkies and/or Jedis. I hate you all.

Short rant tonight. As I can't be arsed.
I hate people that say 'comdom' as apposed to 'condom'. These are the type of people who should be using them as they should be banned from reproducing.

Thanks. Good night.

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block.

I ACTUALLY HATE MOST BREAKFAST CEREAL.
I hate the fact that Rice Krispies' main selling point is that vile little sound they insist on making. If I wanted that sound echoing around my kitchen I would employ hundereds of dogs to sit around my house licking themselves because that, my love, is what it sounds like. There is actually no need. It's just a waste of sound energy. So basically, shut up and just do your job. Sit there in my milk. Silently. I also really dislike the fact that there are now no toys in cereal. What do Kellogs actually think they're doing? The toy was the reason most kids wanted the cereal. It was the same every week. You used to go to the supermarket, kick and scream for the cereal you wanted and then get the toy and not eat the cereal. It was mega lolz.

I also hate Star Trek fans...
Or 'Trekkies' as they prefer to be called. Especially the ones that get too into it and change their religion to 'Jedi'. You know what? Why don't you go and get a socially acceptable hobby and enter the real world before I take your 'limited edition' light saber and shove it up your hairy arsehole! These are the type of people that really annoy the life out of me. It's a film for goodness sake, it's fictional and we all know it's fictional, so why go and revolve a whole religion around it. I admit, Christianity may be a big lie but I know that a set of directors and SFX guys didn't sit there adding special effects to 'Noah's Ark'. Surely you can tell by the credits at the end of the film that it's fake and not real enough to make a religion out of. WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE STILL ALIVE? You actually piss me off to my core. I hope the Queen sets a ban on all Sci-Fi movies, all of you will have nothing to live for. It's not like your actually going to go anywhere in the future. Unless the holy 'R2-D2' tells you to...

PISS OFF YOU ANNOYING CUNTS!

Rant over. I love you. Good night.

There's nothing you can't do, now your in New York...

This weekend was a bit good, bitches.
On Saturday, I went to a meal at 'Ask' with some people for Fran's birthday meal. Bearing in mind her birthday is like a century away, but still. It was really good. Apart from the dirty glasses, dripping air conditioning and Sohinip about flying through the wall because she blew herself away sneezing. Also, there was a bit of a disagreement between a group of chavs in town which scared me slightly. I hate chavs. They scare me. Not the fact that they're 'ard', it's just the fact that they carry knives around with them and walk around in fleets. Chavs really piss me off. I mean, in the olden days, you had a fight and that was the end of it. But now, you have to fight your way through various thugs who attempt to beat you to the ground and then they decide to get their 'mandemz' on you. You know what? FIGHT YOUR OWN FUCKING BATTLES!

I had to pause there, my mother wanted to to change my bedclothes. Which is hard. I actually can't do it. My parents have done it for me my whole life, it's only recently I've had to do it for myself. I have to admit, being an only child, I do get everything done for me, cooking, cleaning, money etc. It's going to be awful when I have to live alone. But seriously, changing sheets is hard. Can't I just sleep in the same ones forever? No, because of fucking bed bugs. What are they, seriously? And what do they actually do except chew on your whilst your asleep and at your most vunerable, cowards! How do they even get into mattresses anyway? Do they pump them in there at the mattress factory? Stupid bloody bed bugs...

You know what else is useless? Knives and forks. If God seriously wanted us to use them, he would have moulded them to our fingers. Can't I just shove my face into my food or even eat with my hands? I'm sorry, but I'm not lady-like at all. What else is pointless?... OH YEAH! Shower curtains on holiday. They seem to have an attraction to my leg and like to cling onto it and never let go. I have to actually moonwalk in the shower to get it from around my leg. I never have this problem with English shower curtains, just the foreign ones.

Where actually was I? Oh. The weekend. So yeah, Fran's meal was good. I spent Sunday with the father. Which was a really good day. I went to some pub where there were some guys on jet skis doing tricks which actually amazed me. Then we went for a meal at a resturant and then went back to his to make 'Shake It Baby!' milkshakes in the blender he'd bought. FUN TIMES.

Welcome To The Circus!

Enter one, enter all,
The circus of the bizzare.
Where the lights flash and the lions roar,
And there's alway a freakshow.

As you can see, I've changed my layout. I'm really into all the circusy stuff and I have no idea why. I haven't done a blog in a while too. Don't worry though! Normal service will resume in a couple of days.

The longest tent poles,
The biggest circus balls,
We've got it all!
Welcome, to the circus!

That boy is a hoxton hero.

Its back! Another list of things that really grind my gears...

Clingfilm... it sticks to itself when it feels like it and stresses me out.
Liverpool accents.
Oasis.
People that fight because of football, or any sport for that matter.
The fact men don't wear underwear under their kilts.
When my face falls into a certain pose when a camera is thrust infront of me.
When old aged pentioners give birth.
People who say 'comdom'. This type of people should not be living, let alone reproducing.
Old people who walk slowly infront of me in town.
People who talk in a baby voice.
When you thought it was 'just a fart'.
How specific dating sites are becoming: SingleMuslim.com for example.
When my dad watches 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' and gets all the questions wrong.
Dappy.
Tulisa.
NDubz in general.
People who dedicate days to Call Of Duty.
Riddles. When am I ever going to need these in life, really?
The fact that Miley Cyrus looks like a horse, but only when she's Hannah Montanna.
The term 'children should be seen and not heard'. You shouldn't have conceived me then, cunt.
People who turn every conversation into a discussion about sex.
The 'snooze' button on alarms. Its evil and makes me late, a lot.
The fact I actually get scared when I don't send on chain letters.
The phrase 'That's What She Said'.
People who use the word 'Nom'. Please, grow up or get out of my life.
'404 Error' on computers. Please don't grace my computer screen again.
The fact my mother won't let me have a hamster, because my last one's eye fell out.

There may be a part three, if I can be arsed.

Milk and two sugars...

My mind is blown.
I actually didn't know people read this. I thought people just scanned through it because I annoyingly post it here and there hoping that someone will read it. But today, I have found out that even people who I don't talk to read this, which has made me happy. I tend to come across as a moaning, bitchy and emotional person, which I am but I am also a very paranoid person. I beleive its because I say soooooo much crap behind people's backs, I expect people to do it in return. It's my own fault.

I should work for Heat Magazine.
I have come up with the idea of asking The Queen to pose as 'Torso of the Week' in Heat magazine. She could stand there, unclothed, with her corgis who will be covering vital parts of herself with a headline that reads 'The Queen Shows Us Her Puppies!' Okay, so that's a bit of a strange thought, but I have actually dreamed of working on a magazine, I love gossip and designing, so it seems like my dream job to be honest.

By the way...
If you came here looking for a 'pause for thought' blog, you came to the wrong place. I like talking about things I dislike and I also prefer to rant quite a lot. I'm no good with the deep stuff. So take a look at the blog below, girl's got skills...

http://makemebrandnew.blogspot.com/

Take a look then, bitches.

Rock that body, come on, come on, rock that body.

I thought telling you would help get things off of my chest.
In reality, it's made me like you more.
I'm such a fail.

In the past week I've noticed what a horrible person I actually am. It's sick that I enjoy bitching to and about people, yet I still enjoy it. I also need to learn to get my head out of other people's business. It has nothing to do with me. Yet, I use most of the things I find out against people. I'll try and stop but I'm not promising anything.

I'm an attention craver, I crave people's attention.

I think recently I've been on my 'man blob'. I've been really short fused and find it fun at the moment to piss people off. I also find heaven in taking my frustrasion out on others. But at the end of the day, it's every man for himself...

The wheels on the bus.

School is beginning to drag.
As much as I love the place and all the people in it, some days it's just to much effort to drag myself out of bed. I mean seriously, we didn't even get study leave. I'm looking forward to saturday though. Lauren's should be good, especially due to the fact that me and Zara have taken the 'music festival' theme to a whole new level and are going as portaloos. I need a good old fashioned house party. Haven't been to one in about a week.

Good day.

What's that coming over the hill?

If you haven't noticed. I like to shock people.

The things I do and say are all for the reaction of others. I like to do things that will get a negative response from others which I think comes from my obsession with being popular or 'famous'. I like to shock people with the things I do and say... and nine times out of ten people are gobsmacked.

For example... When England lost to Germany, I placed and England flag outside my window that read 'Fail'. Also, during the England vs USA game. I decided to parade around town wearing a USA flag as a cape. I like the negative responses I get from people and also the fact that people have noticed me. I like to rebel against the majority, have done for all my life.

In conclusion... I'm a messed up child.

I'm ready for my close-up.

He rocks in the treetops all the day long.

Hello. My names Soppiness and here is where I make an all-star appearence.

I'm going to keep this short and sweet. You know how I feel. I tell you all the time and constantly bore you with the details. But you know what. I always look forward to the lesson I have with you because I know I'm going to see you there and when I do, I get mega butterflies. Your really special.

So, what about those octopus tenticles, eh?

They seem fun don't they. Imagine having eight long tenticles. That would be immense. I could do eight sets of ironing at the same time. Not that I do the ironing or anything else for that matter. I don't even make my bed. I'm obviously a spoilt only-child octopus with eight impressive tenticles*.

*(I had to think various times whilst writing the word 'tenticles' as on several occasions I wrote 'testicles' instead, which would have made this blog seem even weirder due to the fact that you can't iron with one testicle, let alone eight)