A bit about me. Le trend.

Hey babes. *cough* Mmm… This post has kind of been in progress for a little while… I kind of only did most of it two days ago and then the pictures weren’t effing working so yeah, that’s why it’s late and yes I did die and yes I’m sorry and please forgive me and I’ll give you a sloth because I love you! Ahem. Anyway. ONWARDS.
So I was challenged by my blogging bestie to do a post about myself (go and check hers out here http://okaaythen.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/hey-would-you-like-to-know-about-me/ (no I can’t do the fancy linky thing because it never works because WordPress hates me and just because I’m going to spend my life alone with like 100 cats and some sloths and llamas and shit doesn’t mean WordPress can hate on me too so shut up) – it’s going to be a trend) so seeing as I have nothing to do at the moment and maybe quite a few of you don’t know much about me, I decided to write it now.

(One sentence covering the basic info about yourself)

Well, my name is Alex and I’m a 14 year old girl living in England. And no I don’t have a nice accent. Well I don’t think I do anyway… that’s debatable.

(What’s your personality like? How should I know? Get on with it.)

Well, quite a few people think I’m quiet and shy and all that crap, well, kind of, but if they actually bothered talking to me they’d realise that I am not quiet. I like talking to people, I’m a sociable little twat, really. I guess that just because I occasionally concentrate in lessons, people consider me to be… mmm… maybe a bit of a geek? HAHAHAHAHAHA FUNNY JOKE THAT. I wouldn’t describe myself as being a geek, but maybe I am compared to the dumbasses that my school mainly consists of. I don’t mind though, I used to, but I kind of just embrace it I’ll leave you to judge on that one.
I love to have a laugh with friends, and if I’m not with them, or not talking to them for any length of time (a day…) I feel sad and alone and depressed and shit, unless they’re pissing me off, in which case I will be overjoyed. I can get annoyed really easily, like really easily and I will become argumentative and rude and, I have been told, incredibly scary. I guess I’m quite fiery, well I’m told by my friends I am, but mostly, I’ll try to get along with people. Unless they’re pricks.
I’m a pessimist. My negativity can annoy people, but I see myself as being more of a realist to be honest (most things in my life are going to go wrong) (oh look, pessimistic attitude right there).

I am a master of procrastination. I’m even typing this while I should be doing other things, *cough* maths revision *cough*. I have mock exams Friday and Wednesday, and I have done fuck all in terms of revision… Prepare to fail, Alex, prepare to fail.
All in all, I’m quite nice to most people, and je suppose je suis très supportive generally. Buuuut get on the wrong side of me and shit is gonna go down.

(What do you look like?)

Well if you want to see my face, here’s a picture. Not the nicest thing to see really but you asked for it mwahahahahaha.

oh look it’s my face >.<

My hair is weird, it’s like blonde, with natural highlights. You can’t see it to well on that photo, but yeah they’re there and underneath, it’s really dark brown… ¬.¬ Ma eyes are hazel.

(What do you want to be when you’re older?)

I want to be a journalist  But not one of those phone-hacking ones. I don’t know what I want to write particularly, but I’d love to be involved in a magazine. That’s kind of been my dream for a long time. I used to want to be an author, but with my track record, I don’t think I’d get anything finished XD

(What is the point of this blog?)

Mmm… I think I’ve always wanted somewhere to write whatever matters really, whether it’s venting or saying how freaking awesome something is. I wanted to be able to find people like you kickass people to share things with and talk to and read about your lives and (wow that sounded like I’m a stalker…) and just, to be able to have a place to write stuff and share it with this amazing community of people. It’s somewhere where I can talk to people about sloths and llamas and chocolate pizzas and plans to beat up and murder EBBF and how sexy Brendon Urie is and how much of a fail we are at eyeliner and weird laughs and all this stuff and *breaks into song* IIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOOOOOOVVEEEE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Ahem.

(25 Random Facts About Yourself? 25 is a bit much?! In reduced it from 50, be happy.)

1. I doodle in my schoolbooks a lot, not necessarily good doodles either just random things… I had a phase of drawing batman on everything, so now batman is somewhere in most of my books. The Frog hates it, but HAHAHAHA she just doesn’t appreciate good art.
2. My handwriting is weird. It has been described as ‘letters that have had a stroke’… nice description Tristan you faggit. My writing frequently has little stick men added on the n’s and m’s etc, so it looks like they’re on a slide. It looks like this:

Ahem. This is what happens when I am left to write some random sentences on some paper to show my handwriting whilst doing maths revision.

3. Or this…

and this is what happens when i’m left to write ‘lol’ over and over.

4. I hate the font comic sans. In year 4, our class was forced to use nothing but comic sans and I now hate it.
5. I hate picking up the phone. If it’s my phone, then yeah that’s fine, but if it’s the landline, no way am I answering that.
6. I have an older sister, who’s 17 and she’s going to leave me soon for university. FML.
7. I have never seen Lord of the Rings :O I have, however, seen The Hobbit, which was amazing.
8. I play guitar and ukulele.

9. I love Yankee Candles.
10. I cry at books. And films. I nearly cried at The Notebook.
11. The only places I’ve been abroad to are Iceland and France (if you class France as ‘abroad’). My mum hates flying, therefore we never go anywhere remotely exciting. We go to Devon most years, which is nice… for England. Though it’s impossible to get a tan.
12. I reeeaaalllyyy want to go to Italy!
13. I’m 5″4. I’m so shmall. But then most of my friends are even smaller than me, so yay. :3
14. I think Batman is pretty damn awesome. But I have never seen the films… I probably should…

My Batman poster. ‘I’M BATMAN!’ No shit…

15. I love chick-flicks, especially romantic comedies.
16. My favourite seasons are Spring and Summer.
17. If I was born one day earlier, I’d be in Year 10.
18. I love bumblebees… But I scream and run away whenever one is near me.
19. My favourite animals are sloths, llamas, echidnas and kiwis.
20. I’m a sixth French. Whoo how exciting.
21. I have a really weird laugh.
22. I’m really good at remembering birthdays. It’s like they’re permanently implanted in my brain by an alien or something.
23. I enjoy creeping my friends out by a) doing sexual smoking pen mime b) doing various rape faces while they’re trying to do their work.
24. I really want to go to a concert.
25. I hate spiders. I won’t go within 15cm of one. They’re horrible. Unless they’re the really tiny ones… the ones that are about 3mm. Any bigger than that and I am out of there.

So there you go. Yay. Now you know some pointless crap about me. Whoo! Anyway, I apologise (yet again) for not posting in aaaaaaages, I’ve had so much homework *cries* *screams* *makes a nest of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream* *eats ice cream* *gets obese* *dies*
xx
P.s. Pluz make this a trend guys.

*I really can’t think of a title today*

IT’S SUNNY. IT’S ACTUALLY SUNNY. :O If you live in England like me, you will probably be rejoicing at the fact that the weather has decided to be a bit less shit. (Or maybe that’s just me…) It’s April for god’s sake, not freaking… December or something, therefore it should not be snowing and it should not be cold anymore. Rant over.

Well not quite because- seriously girl you’re not 80

Anyway, I’m working on like 5 different posts at the moment, but I thought I should probably just do this so you know I haven’t disappeared again…

Kay yeah, I was going to do this last night but I was at a concert I didn’t want to go to so I didn’t have a chance. And I seriously need to catch up on peoples’ posts. I WILL READ THEM. I PWOMISE.

Firstly, I have to share this:

May I rape you now?

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHHA
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HHHHHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA. Ha.

So, prom update… I ordered my dreeessssssssssss! I couldn’t get the one I was originally going to get because my totally understanding mother decided it was too expensive with P&P, which sucks, especially as I was going to pay half. But hey, I found one of the others I originally wanted for like half the price it was originally at so YAY for me, I was able to get that… I hope I’m not the only one who likes it… I hope I haven’t made a bad choice. It’s light blue and it’s sparkleeehhhhhh and- oh fuck it I’ll just put a picture (oh God what am I doing)

ees me prom dress.

The reason I went for a short one, is because I’m quite small (around 5’4 to be exact) and I wouldn’t be able to pull off a floor length one, which I was sad about because there are some reaaaalllllyyyyyyyyyyy pretty dresses that length.

But hey. I have a while, but I’m thinking about hair and makeup now. My hair is blonde and shoulder length and my eyes are hazel/brown. (In a post I’m currently working on you can see ma face. Probably not a good thing) So if you guys have any ideas on what I should do, please please PLLAAAAYYYYYZZZZEEEEE tell meh.

Mmm… what next… well, I’m dreading Monday because I am being forced into doing an entire day of French fucking GCSE work. AN ENTIRE DAY. The trauma… I think I’ll need therapy. *grabs a load of chocolate*
What’s worse, I don’t even need to do it. At my school, there’s this thing called Fasttrack and it’s basically where you do your French GCSE a year early, in year 9 then you have to do AS in year 10. Fasttrack (unfortunately) exists because our school, along with the college, is, or used to be (I can’t remember), a specialist language college (it’s funny because the languages department is one of the worst in the school HAHAHAHAHA).
So that’s going to be fun. Doing a load of shitty french that I’m going to be repeating next year anyway. >.< Oh the joys.

On a positive note, I found Brendon Urie's vine (if you don't know who Brendon Urie is… *laser eye beams*)

Anyway, so I found his vine and currently spend my life laughing at his videos. On repeat. Over and over.

O.O

And that is all, pretty much, that I can think of to write about. I’ll get round to publishing those other posts soon, but for now,

hasta la vista.

xx

Prom

I was going to do this post later in the year, but I decided to do it now. Because why not?

So it’s 1:04am at the moment and I can’t sleep, so being the totally sensible person I am, I didn’t try to go to sleep (I did… I just gave up after an hour), oh no, I decided to look at prom dresses. And this is dress-lust big time.

I guess I should start with what my ‘prom’ actually is.
So in case you didn’t know, I am in year 9 in high school. That, apparently, is the equivalent to middle school in America. I’m 14 if that helps.
I move up to college next year, so I’ll be leaving the school I’m at now (some schools don’t do this so that’s why I’m telling you that) in July. Every year, on the evening of the last day, the school holds a year 9 prom. Now let me make this clear, our proms, English proms in general, are no where near as big or as extravagant as the proms in America. Our prom is basically a small party in the school hall. Basically.

So I think it’s overrated. However, that does not stop me from being excited about it. It’s a chance to dress up and just have some fun. It’ll be the last time I see a lot of people after all, so why not?

However, even though it’s just a small thing (I mean we’re 14, come on) there are still so many expectations and pressures, especially for girls. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there is much more pressure on girls to look good and it’s much harder.

Here are a few things that people just expect of you:

1. Amazing dress.
2. Amazing hair.
3. Amazing make up.
4. Amazing shoes.
5. Amazing accessories.
6. Amazing transport.

Or at least to look pretty damn sexual.

The thing is, you just have to find something you like. You just have to feel good about yourself without worrying about what all the popular bitches will be wearing or thinking. Because there is probably, most likely always going to be someone who is prettier, has a nicer dress, has more professional hair and make up. And they can probably walk better in heels too of course I don’t trip and nearly break my ankles when I try. But as long as you feel amazing oh god this is going to become a really shit, cringey moment isn’t it it’s all good.

The main thing for girls is their dress. And it’s a competition. It is war. If anyone turns up in the same dress, WW3 is going to start. Now I have a dress already I’m trying not to sound like a stuck up bitch here but I don’t actually know if I like it or not. I mean, I got it in the Christmas sale don’t tell anyone that… so I was like, well if I get it now, at least I’ll have something. And if I see something nicer, then I’ll just get that.

AND BOY HAVE I FOUND SOME SEXUAL DRESSES. At reasonable prices… I think. Is £65 reasonable? Considering most people are buying theirs for over £100? I just really hope that my mother sees how freaking gorgey they are and softens. Heheheheh…

Love youuuuuuuuuuuu

xx

P.s. Sorry if this post was a bit shit ah who am I kidding all my posts are shit but for some reason you lovely people decide to read them…this time I have an excuse. It is now 1:30am exactly. Night guise. Or morning. Whatever.

I’m going away. Wuhay!

So I thought I should just let you guys know that I’m going away for a few days to see my grandparents, where they is no wifi… *cries in corner* so I won’t be able to post for a while. I’m coming back on Friday though, so hopefully after writing some posts while I’m there, I’ll be posting those! I just thought I should inform you of this joyous tragic event so you don’t think I’ve disappeared of the face of the Earth again!

In the meantime, have an amazing Easter break guise and I WILL SEE YOU SOOOOOOON! O.O

*cough*

Adios! Bon voyage! Au’revoir! Bon freaking vacance.

xx

Story ideas?

some shit story that i probably won’t finish

I’m writing a story. For the first time in what seems like forever. When I was younger I wrote loads. Thinking about it, I’m going to find one I did in primary and read it. This should be amusing.

Any how, I’m writing a story that I’ll probably never finish, but hey ho, I’ll try!

But I’m stuck. Half a page in, and I don’t know where it’s going next. I have a load of really random ideas, but they’re coming later.

If you’d like to read my lame excuse of an opening to a story and give me some ideas of where to go next, then please do! It needs a lot of refining and it’s not great but there you go. I have also created an account on https://bubbl.us/ which is basically a site where you can brainstorm ideas really easily and shit. I’d love it if you guys could tell me your opinions and ideas for both the story and the post, so if you’d like to (I’ll love you forever) pleaassee comment and I’ll tell you the username and password *cue gasps of wonder* You can leave your name or whatever on the ideas so I can give you credit, or you can stay anonymous if you prefer!

Gracias mi amigos! Try and enjoy, if that’s possible. Thanks guise.

xx

SOOOOWWWWWEEEEEEEEE :(

HELLO NICE CONSISTANT BLOGGERS WHO CAN ACTUALLY BE BOTHERED TO POST STUFF ON THEIR BLOGS! Firstly, I have to apologise (again) for not posting in ages! If I give you my reasons, will you spare my life? …Thank you.

I’m sorry but this is just too funny.

1. I had a shit load of homework to do. Like, masses. Can teachers not see that we have social lives? And commitments to the internet? Well obviously not because they just keep on giving us more and more crappy homework that I really DGAF about. I mean, yeah, some of it is partly my fault… not getting enough done in class because I am a sociable person who enjoys conversation but come on. I’m sorry for being a twat who talks too much about shit that no one actually cares about so interested in the work that I just have to discuss the subject with others, but can’t be helped. I still have bucket loads of homework to do, which is pretty crap seeing as it’s Easter break and I want to have fun during this rare, joyous time of not having to get my lazy ass out of bed until like, 12. But noooo, I have had numerous things forced upon me to do over the holidays. Thanks.

Le backdrop… dayum I’m going to miss it. <3

2. THE SHOW. (Beauty and the Beast if you didn't know.) I had so many after school rehearsals leading up to the performances, then the following week consisted of the actual performances, which I was shitting myself about. The show was awesome but I was exhausted and simply did not have the energy to make my dead finger click on the WordPress icon and type some words. (Just ignore the fact that I was perfectly capable of using Instagram and Thumb and all those other apps that I am totally addicted to. But they don't require thought. So I have an excuse here.)

3. Which leads me on to number threeeeee. INTERNET ACCESS. A miraculous thing has happened. My internet no longer spazzes out and turns off at 9:30pm because of the motherfcking parental block. IT STAYS ON FOREVER. *cue gasps from crowd of little children* So, my nights go something like this:

10pm

Me: I should probably go to bed.
Me: Wait, I'll just mmm… go get some cereal or something.
Me: *returns with several digestives* Nom nom nom nom.
Me: I should probably return this plate…
Me: Where are my motherfcking PJs?!
Me: *spies PJs out of corner of mon eye* Meh, I'll get them in a second just after I've googled Ben and Jerrys ice cream flavours.
Me: Right I am going to go to- OMFGASDFGHJKLSLOTHONESIEERMAGHERD- £50 WTF. I'll just see if there are any cheaper ones on Amazon…
Me: *on Amazon* What was that book I wanted…

11pm

Me: *still on Amazon* Heyy didn't I see that one somewhere else cheaper? I'll just google that…
Me: OMFG THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR 22 IS FINALLY OUT MUST WATCH
Me: *dances around*
Me: *clicks on numerous random YouTube recommendations*
Me: Ermagherd, how does she do her eyeliner so well? *searches on YouTube*
Me: *finally gets into PJs*
Mother: Shouldn't you be in bed? *disapproving glare*
Me: …I'm just about to… I was… finishing some *shit shit shit what homework haven't I supposedly been doing for the past 3 months every time she asks* …writing.

11:30pm

Me: *in bed* I'll just see if there are any new pictures on Instagram?

11:45pm

Me: *still on Instagram* If that bitch has posted any more photos I'm gonna-

Etc etc etc.
This goes on and on and on, until I look at my clock and I realise that it is no longer 10pm, it is in fact 2am and I have to get up early next morning.

4. My guitar. This sexual thing is responsible for the numorous hours spent simply playing the same song over and over until I hate it. It’s too tempting, just to pick it up and start playing something… And then I hear a song on my Spotify and I just have to find the chords for it… Argh.

5. My dog/My sister/The act of my sister persuading me to take my dog out for a walk. In the evenings, I go upstairs to my room, sit on my floor by the radiator (which slowly burns my back) and get out my laptop. Oh who am I kidding, it’s already out, it’s always out because it’s always on because I’m addicted. Then, I go to click on le WordPress, and then I am forced upon pain of death to take my dog for a walk. In the cold. -_- IloveyouCifyou’rereadingthisyoushouldn’tbebutyouprobablyareyourebelpleasedon’tkillme.

6. Skype. Skypey skypey skype. I simply cannot concentrate if I’m talking to someone on Skype. Just no. The bleepy sound just… haunts my mind. The stupid icon whispers CLICK ME. CLICK ME. SOMEONE MIGHT HAVE MESSAGED YOU AND IT MIGHT NOT HAVE COME UP AND THEN YOU’LL NEVER KNOW AND YOU MIGHT BE MISSING OUT ON SOMETHING SO JUST CLICK ME. CHANGE YOUR STATUS. LOOK AT WHAT EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING. SOMEONE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE DOING SOMETHING INTERESTING WITH THEIR LIVES. CLICK MEEEEEEEE.
*cough* Well. Enough said.

Well there you have it. Those are the reasons I have for not posting.

ON WITH THE… Post.

That was lame.

Okay so what’s been happening in the wonderous shit hole that is my life?
The first thing that springs to mind is the depressing news that le sexy garçon has infact, a sort-of-but-not-proper girlfriend who really doesn’t like me. LOL. That motherfckingsexybastard. That’s his new name by the way. MFSB. Yup. The thing is, he won’t stop talking about her. Every. Freaking. Conversation. And that’s not great as it is, but it’s even worse because she has a grudge against me. For talking to him. Like whut. The hilarious thing is we were best friends at one point. HAHAHAHAHA. Oh and it’s just fantastic when he says ‘I love her to bits XD’ Do you now. Well that’s great now either STFU about her or leave me to wallow in my misery with hundreds of cups of tea and at least 20 tubs of Ben and Jerrys ice cream.
So yeah, that was great. But you know what? I’m okay with it. I’m not fine. I’m not happy about it and I’m not exactly overjoyed. But I’m okay. I’m over it. Who am I to say who he can and can’t date? He just can’t come crying to me when he realises what an irritating, annoying, over-bearing, jealous, over-protective, clingy bitch she is. It’s all good. I’m going to laugh at his stupidity. LAWL. My bestie is ready to hit him with a shovel.

And I actually can’t think of anything else lazy motherfucker but pleeeaaaaassseee can you guys vote on the poll for what I should post next? Ees at ze bottom! I have a load of ideas and things I need to do, I’m just trying to prioritise! Since I have been away for a looonnggg time, I have a hell of a lot of your posts to catch up on, so I promise I’ll try my best to read them, I’ve probably missed a lot! Have an awesome day or whatever…

Je t’aime, mes amis!

xx

This just happened. Thanks Google for this.

*turtle noise*

Idek. Don’t ask why I put the title as ‘*turtle noise*’ because I don’t have an answer for you. I just did. Because I can.
So first of all, I’ve been nominated for MORE AWARDS by the amazing, kickass Mia (a.k.a. coolstorybabes http://okaaythen.wordpress.com) FOLLOW HER ELSE I WILL SEND OUR ARMY TO CAPTURE YOU aaannddd I just realised I was nominated again for the Beautiful Blogger Award by the awesome ihaveanumpalumpaonmyhead (http://ihaveaumpalumpaonmyhead.wordpress.com) (follow her too because we’re both fails with eyeliner and both have weird laughs and she’s awesome.)
I’m kind of like this whenever I get an award:

if this doesn’t work I’m going to like, kidnap Snape or something. (where did that come from?)

…
I also got 100 likes which was amazeballs. I will do posts on these later because I need to do updates on la vie de moi seeing as I haven’t done one for ages. I also need to read a hell of a lot of your posts, but I thought I should do this beforehand else I’ll get distracted and forget.

(Russell Howard style): “So what’s been happening?”

Well… Not much. My life is so unevenful. You know what, I’m just going to make a list.

1. My evil French teacher made me read out my French piece about Nicola Adams in assembly. Four times. EVIL. Buuuut I got a thumbs up and a smile from le sexy garçon himself, so it can’t have been that bad. Unless it was out of pity. *cries* I don’t think it was. Hoping.

2. I managed to escape my Spanish test again. I was supposed to do it ages ago, but I was ill that day so I missed it. Since then I have been avoiding it so I have a chance to do the revision I haven’t done and don’t plan on doing.Since then, I haven’t had a chance to do it. I didn’t mess up my listening test as much as I thought though. Some people didn’t lose a single mark. WHAT? HOW?! O.o ROBOTS I TELL YOU ROBOTS. And native Spanish speakers. Hmph.

3. Thanks to some randomer on Omegle, I now know what bitch/slut is in French. It’s ‘salope’ incase you were wondering.

4. Went for a sleepover at a kind of friend who isn’t really my friend cos she’s annoying friend’s house which was actually hilarious. Sugar. Lots of it. Enough said.

5. Started following five new sloth accounts on instagram because that is my life and I have no friends

6. Discovered that my claywork hadn’t exploded in the kiln this time. Which was good. Because it was a dragon. And I like dragons.

7. Nearly died of hyperthermia playing lacrosse outside in the freezing cold. WHY.

8. Started and finished The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. I cried. Book review coming soon, one for people who have read the book, and one for people who haven’t. Genius.

9. Discovered how addictive the 4 Pics 1 Word app is.

10. Learnt Little Things and The A Team by Ed Sheeran on guitar. Fairly obvious ones, but hey, I’m learning. I don’t have a capo yet so I can’t play many songs. I was very glad to see that the site had put ‘Little Things by Ed Sheeran’ instead of One Direction because Ed Sheeran wrote the song and should have kept it instead of giving it to One Direction. I’m sorry if I just insulted your religion or something, Directioners.

*Returns with two pears after taking 3 minutes to walk up the stairs in an attempt to keep my slippers on*

11. Discovered new levels to my friends’ twatiness.

12. Did I tell you about the Tisaac stalking? No? Okay well, both Isaac and the guy my best friend liked (his name begins with T… therefore it is Tisaac.) were in town at the same time as us, so naturally, after we had finished spazzing out, we stalked them. We couldn’t find them again though. Sad, but hilrious times.

13. My music teacher fell into some guitars today. Right after having a rant. Yep. HAHAHAHHA.

14. Discovered I have a tendancy to say awkward things when teachers happen to be walking past. For example, on Friday, in Ceramics, I was in deep discussion with Izz about what a knob awkward-guy-friend-1 is and I just so happened to say ‘DICKHEAD’ rather loudly just as le teacher walked past. LOL.

15. I want a sloth onesie.

16. I want a llama onesie.

17. Nearly pissed myself laughing when A.G.F.1 said ‘i love sitting cross legged on the floor with my laptop’. No one gets why I find that hilarious. cross legged? Get it?! No? Okay.

18. It’s less than a month til our first performance of Beauty and the Beast and it’s not looking good. Yay.

Mmmmm… There’s my unimaginative list of things that have happened recently. I bet when I click ‘publish’ I’ll think of so many things that I could have written.

Sorry for the kind of shit post. I was going to write two or three others tonight as well, but I don’t have time But I’ll write them tomorrow I pwomise!

xx