Maddy's Blog Of Wittery-ness: I'm Going To Get Better At This

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I'm Going To Get Better At This

As of tomorrow, I am going to write down all the things that happen to me during the week, and spend Wednesday afternoons sat in the library doing a MASSIVE BLOGGING SESSION for the three hours when I do not have a free writing it all up, because quite frankly blog readers you have missed one HELL of a week.
12 days.
Almost a fortnight.
I really AM neglecting you.
If you were my child, I would so be in court by now.
ANYWAY.
My boyfriend (Yeah, that would be the bit where it was one hell of a week. I have one of those now.) has taken of late to asking a lot about whether or not anything is going to be written on this blog about him.
He fails to remember that there IS stuff written about him about the time he pinned my arms back and allowed a five year old to beat the fucking crap out of me.
Yes, reader, I go out with that one.
And it's still a healthier relationship than any of the previous ones.
For example, he shows up at mine.
He likes tea.
Oh yes, a boyfriend who likes TEA.
It's not even the best bit either.
I'm sorry, to go off on a tangent here, I have just found a photo on Facebook of a friend of a friend's new tatt.
It is fairly cliché, and is supposed to say "Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you, you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."
Nice and all.
Except that it is spelt "one's".
Oh.
Oh my goodness. (I'm also cutting back on blaspheming, and so sound pretty much like a member of the Famous Five now.)
Permanent grammar error.
Hurts so badly.
The grammar Nazi in me wants to point this out.
The logical human being is thinking that it would upset a person I don't even know.
The grammar Nazi is winning. I must be stopped.
Hurts. Really, REALLY badly.
They should have English students working in tattoo parlours purely for this reason.

Moving on before my head explodes.
I'm not entirely sure how much detail I can go into on the whole gaining a boyfriend thing.
Not because I think he will mind.
He reads this, he knows I'm brutal and he was actually on at me to do one.
More because I'm not entirely sure how it happened.
As an example, on Tuesday (10th? I dunno.) I was thinking quietly to myself about how there should be more time between his last gf and me, and by Thursday we were kissing.
This took 2.5 hours to explain to the best friend the Saturday after.
Mostly because of inconvenient customers and how I kept swearing when I got the timeline all confused.
He's all cute and stuff....
We already have inside jokes about jaguars.
He has tea EXACTLY how I have mine.
We eat the same sort of fish finger sandwiches.
There really are very few downsides.
Apart from the fact that he is basically my dad, but seventeen.
I do not feel bad about this, just cheated out of teenage rebellion.
May have to get some more piercings in compensation.
Or a tattoo.
Ya know, after the whole needle phobia thing pisses off.
Makes it so difficult to be rebellious when you don't want to be a goth and you don't want to act like a total slag.
Lip vs nose piercing?

I'm going to give you a picture now that hopefully the interwebs won't yell at me for reposting. It does have the author's signature at the bottom, so it should be cool.
Dear SOPA, tah for making me paranoid, btw!!

I just feel it sums me up.
I'll be honest here, it is eleven minutes past nine and I really want to go to bed.
Full on pass out under the duvet, don't move til morning go to bed.

I have to find a way of killing time tomorrow until boyfriend (Elliot) finishes college.
He finishes three hours after I do.
Considering taking all my library books back, then buying bacon, then getting the bus back to college in time to meet him out of his exam then walk us home. This time, though, I'd like to request not going via Burgess Road. I feel it is quicker and I am less likely to get lost going via Portswood.

What else happened this week?
Lots of things happened with boyfriend (One day I will call him only by his actual name.), like quoting Finding Nemo at each other and basically spending every available waking moment together (Not even joking), but I feel like I should sort of let him into the blog slowly rather than doing a dramatic outpouring of pent-up teenage love all at once.
And it would make you all feel a bit sick.

OH OH OH
Hanna actually said something scientifically accurate today.
About the world getting a little bit bigger all the time.
I think we may have swapped personalities, as today I got penguins and seagulls confused.
Oh yeah.
They look NOTHING alike.

Penguin

Seagull

The fact that penguins can't fly and the "penguin" I was looking at divebombed a biker does not help my credibility as an intelligent person.

Another thing that sums me up.

Sorry guys.
Okay, going to bed. Will (WILL) spend the week writing in a notebook at all available moments so that I can write you a decent blog next Wednesday.
I love you ALL.

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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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