*Sniff*

Being away from the people you love this time of year really sucks balls..

*Sigh*

Mmm these speakers are tasty

Ok, fair enough they aren't big boy blasters that'll blow your face off, but don't be fooled by their innocent exterior, these babies pack a punch. They make the walls and floor shake which is good enough for me. And they look perdy so I'm happy :D Plus I can now disguise (or at least muffle) the goings on in my room... so that nosey bugger of a roommate of mine next door can't hear every intimate detail of what I say (or do..) on skype.. and um, other stuff... aaaaaaaand most importantly, show that bitch in the flat below what bass should sound like!

What else has been happening?.. Um, the cousins are over for Christmas so I now have even less privacy and have been forced to get up and go to bed early which means I hardly get to talk to anyone on skypie when everyone's actually home and online *sigh* Though it is nice to have them about since I only get to see them a couple of times a year. Plus Christmas wouldn't be the same without them. Oh and I had the very weird, awkward chat with the mother a couple of days ago about being home. Apparently I don't hide the 'I cba being here and wanna go back to uni' vibes too well. So she was all like, "Do you not like coming home anymore? Is it a hassle? Would you rather just stay over there?" Which I kinda felt bad at coz tbh it is kinda true. I do enjoy home comforts when I get back, but I miss my privacy and independence and I constantly get yapped at coz I spend too much time on the comp talking to, what she likes to call my 'cyber friends', and not her or my 'real friends'. And she's a nosey cow. She always wants to know who I'm talking to and what time I was up til. I'M FUCKING 20 YEARS OLD WOMAN, LEAVE ME ALONE! This is why I don't like coming home. It's like the fucking Spanish Inquisition everyday and she actually makes me feel guilty everytime I'm on the computer. I think she still considers everyone online to be freaks and paedophiles. Like a few years ago I used to be really into online gaming and always talked to a few different groups of guys that I knew pretty well, and that really freaked her out. And no matter how much me and my brothers (coz I frequently played with them) reassured her that it was safe and these ppl were just ordinary ppl that we all knew and weren't all paedophiles and rapists, she still wouldn't listen. But you woulda thought since I now talk to a group of girls, she would lay off me. But no. I actually think she's worse. Fair enough I think that's due to the fact that my brothers kindly mentioned that they were a group of gay girls, but still! Teamed with the constant calling me a lesbian, which is their favourite pastime.. Yeah I'm pretty sure she's shitting herself that they might actually be right lol. So lets just keep our mouth shut and not acknowledge or address it directly, and hopefully the inevitable question will never pop up!
Oh and speaking of 'the question', my auntie actually asked my cousin if she was gay just coz she hasn't had any boyfriends that shes known about lol! She's only 16 ffs! Wait until she's in her mid 20's and then you can start worrying love!

Anywho, enough of my blethering, back to civilisation I go...

I love blogpatrol!

I've been meaning to post for a couple of days now and I've been struggling to think of something to talk about coz I'm lazy and tbh I don't like thinking when I don't have to. Plus the fact that I should have been doing my practical the past few days and as usual haven't bothered my arse. Guess who's failing Comp Sci?! I'll give you a clue, she's sitting in my seat.. No? Um, ok.. Her name is Catherine.. Still no? Uhh, hmmm.. Ok here's a better clue, It's me.. There we go!

Yeah so anyway, I was checking blogpatrol as usual today just to check the stats and found something that rather amused me :D And by rather I mean very! Very amused me.. hmm that doesn't make sense.. oh well, you get the idea. Newho, I've had keyword hits before for someone searching 'Bitch slap' on msn I do believe, but this one rather tickled the ribs. I got a hit from someone searching 'Open gullet chug' on google, boo ya! Hells yes! And that's not all. Not only did I get a referal from that rather delicious search, I'm also the second entry on google, w00t! I've probably fucked that up now by posting those words but I don't care. I'm fucking ecstatic! That actually made my day lol. Actually you know what, I'll take a screeny for thee just for the shits and giggles, and so I have proof. And let me just say, whoever searched for that, I love you!


If you're wondering which post I refered these words, feast your eyes on "Ooooooh, pretty dinosaurs!" where you can read my novel on how last years Raisin Weekend went. What's Raisin Weekend you ask? Well... ehh fuck it, just read the damn post!

Dhá mhí

Mmm coffee..

Two months.. eight and 3/4(ish) weeks... sixty one days... seven hundred and forty four hours... forty four thousand six hundred and forty minutes... two million six hundred and seventy eight thousand four hundred glorious seconds!

What does two months look like I hear you say, well...





Awww, look at the wittle baby puppies!!





And as I can't possibly been seen taking sides, here's some kitty cuteness as well!



Pretty much like that!

P.S. I want that cat! Bengal's look saweeet!

Boys are retarded

Yes that's right, boys are retarded. Especially when drunk. Actually fuck that, boys are just retarded all the time! Pffft why do I have to live with 3 of them?

Ok, story. My roommates got off their faces drunk last nite and decided to blockade the kitchen door with the sofa while throwing wotever they could find at me through the door, mainly being a corkscrew and the fire blanket (which I threw back at them and smacked Irish Andy in the head and cut his ear mwahahaha!) Neway, me feeling evil and them being the stupid fuckers they are leaving their doors open and their wallets with their keycards in them in their rooms, decided to steal their wallets and close their doors. So eventually they come knocking on my door, and I kept them going for a good 15/20 mins until I decide I've tortured them enough and I can't take Irish's whining anymore, I give them their wallets back only to find that Yorkshire has taken the corkscrew, screwed it into my fucking lock, and then broke the fucking end off. RETARD!! And then to top it all off, I get locked out for two fucking hours, have to get the night porter out twice with two different machines to try and open it and THEN get told I have to pay for a new one! ME! Fucking retards.. can you tell I'm pissed? Gaaaaaawd! *sigh*


Birds-eye view of the destruction

That was inside my lock