Maddy's Blog Of Wittery-ness: Sorry!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sorry!

Virgin cut off my internet on Wednesday, without warning, for "planned maintenance".
You'd think, had they planned it, they would have warned us.
Clearly not.
I'm not sure how long this blog entry is going to be, so I'm going to write a list of things that I want to talk about at the start, and then if I get disturbed I can come back and carry on with it later :)
Okay, so:
- Stupid Ex getting even more stupid.
- My weekend as an overview.
- Slush puppy.
- How I got creative with my skirt.
- The awkwardness of not having internet.
- Pumpkins.
- Adam

We shall start it now.
I posted this about an hour ago, because I'm fucking tired and, whilst I want to update my blog, I don't have the energy.
Ex clearly read it, because I got emails as such.

IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT HOW MUCH OF A DICK YOU ARE BEING AT THE MOMENT, DON'T READ THE FUCKING BLOG YOU ENORMOUS PLONKER.
Frankly, I have spent the time since we broke up trying to make sure that you are okay, despite the teeny weeny fact that you managed to break my heart twice.
You have met this by venting your mood swings and rages at me.
I don't have to deal with that anymore, because I am no longer your girlfriend, but I kept listening because I thought that it would help and would maybe end up in us being friends again, because I wanted that.
I also kept your name hidden by referring to you as Ex or Stupid Ex because the majority of the people I know are mad at you, but I didn't want them to vent this at you. Now, I really don't care.
I only texted you Friday night to find out how your doctor's appointment went, because I cared. You didn't want to talk about it, and that was fair enough.
I am NOT here to be raged at.
I am fucking SICK of being raged at.
Because quite frankly, you are NOT the only person I have to look after. And you are NOT top of my list in the order of which I want to deal with the people I have to look after.
I deleted all the texts you sent me, so I don't really remember what you said.
Either way, I'd appreciate if you could fuck off and leave me alone. So no. No I do not want to set aside some time at some point this week to have lunch with you. Piss off and leave me alone.
I am blocking you now. I would probably send you an email if I was even slightly sorry.

Lovely blog readers, please remind me of this feeling if I ever try to unblock him.
Anyway, my weekend was pretty cool otherwise :)
Chessington Friday, Legoland with fireworks on Saturday.
Rollercoasters make me feel really really calm.
I think it is the outlet of all the screaming.
I do like screaming.
I had a slush puppy at Legoland.
This one, in fact.

Raspberry and blackcurrant flavour

This is because I am a goddamn saint.
Bong wanted to go on a ride for people with skinny hips.
This is NOT me.
I have BIG hips.
He needed two people to go on with him, so that strangers would not sit next to him.
After much arguing, I presented myself as human sacrifice, despite the fact that such rides make me feel really rather ill.
I did NOT fit in the seat.
I have bruises.
The slush puppy was my compensation.
Still a bit miffed about it.
Still, no foetal position, which was nice.

I got CREATIVE :D
With a skirt :D
It was previously my mother's skirt, which she has never worn.
It is a maxi skirt, with pretty roses on it.

Sorry about how it is sideways!

Rose patterned :)

Having donated it to me, I found that it gripped my hips in an entirely unattractive fashion.
Made me look huuuuuuuge.
So I decided to mess with it, as it is a REALLY pretty pattern, and I liked it.
I hiked it up over my bazooms, folded the top down, and stuck a bustier I have over the top.
Added heels.
TADAAAAA.

Looks pretty good :) Stuck my prom petticoat underneath.
Doesn't really do it justice, but I lost my camera so my phone had to do.

Found my camera in the bathroom.
Then realised I had lost the lead.
As is life.

Not having the internet is very awkward.
Can't do things.
Tbh, too tired to finish this properly.
I wrote Katie a song rather than doing this.
I'm going to record it and post it.

Adam. Yup. He's still there.

This is how tired I have gotten.
Bog off now, blogees, and let me sleep.
XXXXXXXX

1 comment:

LedzebraOctober 24, 2011 at 1:06 AM
Hi Maddoozle... um... Wow, he's a dick, and you're great for helping Bong out, and OMG that slush puppie is HUUGGEEE...

Me want, but that would be an AWFUL idea, ne?

Love Sullay <3 xx
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Things That Make Me Happy

1) When my baking comes out really, really excellently.
2) Historical romances
3) Daydreams about being a very successful grown up.
4) Daydreams that are REALLY inappropriate for the location you're having them in, like having sexy daydreams on a bus when trying to hold down a conversation.
5) Strictly Come Dancing
6) The Great British Bake Off
7) When your crochet ends up looking amazing.
8) When Dad brings me a random Crunchie.
9) Lula. Just in general. She is one of the best people alive.
10) Writing fiction and it actually sounding decent.
11) Tudor history
12) Learning songs on my guitar really really slowly, but on my own so it feels like a proper achievment.
13) Realising, 13 things in, that Katie was right about this making me feel much better.
14) Katie
15) How Anna smells. I know I bang on about it, but honestly, phwoar!!
16) Getting over a sore throat and being able to screech out songs when I feel like it again.
17) My purse (It has a big, shiny union jack on it)
18) Going to the market just off Covent Garden.
19) The Globe.
20) Kenneth Brannagh.
21) Mocking Hanna
22) Realising that Hanna has come up with a completely logical scientific theory about the Earth expanding, making her a lot more intelligent than previously realised.
23) ALL of my cousins. There are about 14 of them, and I love each and every one of them. Even the tiny, mental ones.
24) My Grannie. Scary, but she loves me.
25) Being a ginge.
26) Honeycomb.
27) How my room looks like it has pink walls in the morning when my curtains are shut, pale blue walls in the daylight, and white walls at nighttime when all the light I have is the moon.
28) The best piece of post I ever got, still in a frame, still on my bookshelf.
29) Doctor Who
30) Doctor Who jackets, all tweed and elbow patches.
31) Lidl's lasagne
32) Being able to spell lasagne.
33) The picnics Sullay organises.
34) Cold chow mein, covered in sweet and sour sauce and served in a lunch box in front of jealous looking mates.
35) Painting my nails yellow and drawing smiley faces on with Sharpie marker.
36) My brother, even though he's mental and seems to take joy in making my hair look mental, waiting til I have smoothed it over, then doing it again.
37) Having one seat in the living room accepted as MINE for Dr Who viewing.
38) Kissing so hard that you don't realise that your hair is a mess, you're pressed up against a wall and that people might see you.
39) My boobs. They are in my top two of favourites features, just for how excellently jiggly they are.
40) My eyes. The other ones in the top two.
41) When my nose is blocked up a tiny bit, so that I can whistle through it.
42) My neighbour's home made apple juice.
43) When I walk into the house after a bad and very cold day at college and my mum has made stew.
44) My cat, Jake. (He's dead now, but he gets to stay)
45) My cat, Stuart.
46) Accidentally painting my nails to match my underwear.
47) Having my hair stroked when I'm upset.
48) The fact that my dad totally reverts to being a teenager when we go down the Brook to see Stiff Little Fingers.
49) The fact that my dad lets new boys I bring home know that he knows EXACTLY how to make a petrol bomb and how to throw it efficiently, too.
50) The Parasol Protectorate series.
51) Gail Carriger's blog: http://retrorack.blogspot.com/
52) Lemon sorbet
53) Reading a whole book in a day, even if it's trash.
54) The Sociology Corner, both as it was last year and as it is this year, though I do miss Sarah.
55) My mum's disco cds.
56) My AMAZING 50s style prom dress, which I keep wanting excuses to wear again.
57) The fact that, in January, I get to wear it again :D
58) My Union Jack shoes
59) The fact that saving a file as Me At Prom in one word spells meatprom, and so makes me think of cows in top hats.
60) Deleting bitches from FB.
61) The lack of bitches on my FB.
62) My giant pink Ugg boot slippers, that somehow still fit after six years in service.
63) Fucking with people's heads.
64) Writing my blog.
65) Tom and Jerry
66) Looney Tunes
67) Wacky Races
68) My retina-scarring, grandma-on-crack shawl.
69) Wearing men's shirts.
70) How my hair looks when I wake up. Mostly for it's comical nature, occaisionally because it actually looks great. THAT doesn't happen often.
71) Katie singing. It makes me happy inside.
72) My lizard necklace.
73) The thought of being able to wear my winter jumpers again.
74) Snow
75) Kicking ASS on Singstar/Lips.
76) QI when it's extended to an hour long show.
77) The thought of owning a wardrobe full of tea dresses and fake fur stoles and t-bar shoes.
78) My stripper boots.
79) The one happy penguin in all the nonchalent penguins on my phone background.
80) Entertaining the idea of a lip piercing purely to annoy my mother
81) Secretly thinking about getting one when I go to uni anyway.
82) Magners.
83) The own brand cider that they have in this chain of French supermarkets that tastes amazing.
84) Rollercoasters.
85) The Pirates of the Carribean ride at Disneyland.
86) Feeling more cultured than basically every member of my Film Studies class, mainly because they spent the weekend watching American Pie and I watched Strangers on a Train.
87) The contents of the box on top of my wardrobe.
88) Wisteria perfume.
89) Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maurier.
90) In The Middle by Jimmy Eat World, because of the instantaneous better feeling it brings.
91) The entire shelf I have of shitty romantic fiction.
92) My catapault pencil sharpener.
93) When people get my lyric-quoting jokes.
94) Drawing hearts in the margins of pieces of paper.
95) Fridaying, even though it doesn't really happen anymore.
96) The fact that, despite it's free-ness, IKEA tea is scrummy.
97) Cheesecake.
98) Camping holidays with as many relatives as can be persuaded.
99) Rockham Bay.
100) My lesbian pirate bag.
101) That strange gold coloured Fosters.
102) Ice cream.
103) Russell Grant on Strictly Come Dancing.
104) 80p cups of tea.
105) Rachel's blog.
106) Jumper dresses.

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