Maddy's Blog Of Wittery-ness: Matt PRACTICALLY dared me to write a blog instead of doing coursework

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Matt PRACTICALLY dared me to write a blog instead of doing coursework

To be completely honest, I know exactly what I'm doing for it so it doesn't really matter.

I have noticed, as the last year and a bit has worn on, that I have started to find the various youth subcultures cute rather than frightening, which is a pleasant change.
Chavs are still intimidating, don't get me wrong, but it's nice to know that in a few years time when they grow out of it and become proper grown ups, they are going to have pictures of themselves as teenagers looking like oompa loompas and because of their excessive photo taking and addiction to Facebook, these pictures of them looking like oompa loompas will be ALL OVER THE INTERNET.
Oh the bliss.
There will, no doubt, be pictures of me I also regret.
There are several that I know of already, and may post at a later date.
They regularly involve my poor facial skincare regime.
But anyway.
CHAVS ARE ORANGE.
They will forever have Internet evidence of how slaggy, socially inept and generally detestable they are.
Oh, does it ever make me giggle.
But I have started to find goths and emos slightly adorable as well.
They just ARE.
Like a friend of mine who has a glam rock band.
He frequently wears tartan skinny trousers with big patches of denim up and down them.
It's a bit adorable.
Again, he may later in life seriously regret these trousers, but right now he loves them.
And for that I respect him.
It is possible for me to reject him from my group of nice people (Not like throw him out or anything, the group of nice people is purely within my mind. Like an inner circle. Anyway.) on the grounds that his trousers are loud and a bit daft.
However.
He's actually really very nice.
He is within that subculture of youth that are actually doing something with their lives rather than hanging around in a park drinking some cheap cider that they got an older sibling with few morals to buy for them.
Personally, if I wanted booze, I would probably go via either my manager or the people I hang around with who are 18 and beyond.
I wouldn't be all stupid and give my money to a random stranger on the street to buy them booze.
My ex was frequently approached by 13 and 14 year olds to buy them booze because he looks about 40. He's not, he's 17, but ya know.
I believe he ran off with the money once or twice.
Just to prove a point.
It continues to amuse me, despite the fact that he is now a cock.
He sent me another email.
Essentially, he wants contact.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Uhm, no.
Having discussed it with his mate (in a slightly heated manner because I was a bit accusatory and sort of bitchy but I was quite upset!!), he does not just want contact.
It's not really the point though.
He could just leave me alone, and that would be lovely.
I'm quite keen on the idea of NEVER HEARING FROM HIM AGAIN.
It would be lovely.
But yes. Goths are adorbz because of all the makeup and the occasional blue hair streak.
Sully knows a goth.
She's pretty cool.
I had a migraine dream about her, so we'll actually be better leaving it there.

I'm essentially cheating on my film coursework.
We're supposed to come up with an original idea.
I'm just using the novel I'm writing.
It's easier.

Speaking of which, that is what I am going to go and do.
I still have Sweet Child O' Mine stuck in my head though.
Must deal with that later.
Muchos amore <3

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SazDecember 13, 2011 at 11:17 AM
One of said pictures being my birthday with your ass hanging out?
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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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