I've moved. [and a rant about blood (y)]
Next door. *&87%!&@!! Srsly. My Mutti (mother) has decided she's selling the house, and has taken it upon herself to redecorat3 my room. how kind. EXCEPT I DON'T WANT HER TO TOUCH IT. I'm getting a new double bed - though I love my current bed dearly. And my dressing table is gone (that I am glad of - it's hideous) but I'm getting a set of drawers instead.
great. Except for another thing - where am I supposed to sit and work. Where am I supposed to put my makeup on. where am I supposed to put my laptop/mouse+speakers?
Mutti's like "Go into the study thats what it's for" yeah, oh wait, theres a PC in here already and my dad does all his bills and boring paper-related things in here.
Whatever.
So I got home early tonight after "bowling". I walked to town with Josh after 4th period, saw his nana / auntie and then I went to the bowling alley place for my "PE lesson", met up with Peter and his cru, attempted to play pool and then left about 2:30. So I got home early, and my mother (who - along with my father, is off work for some reason :S) started having a go at me, so I just went "God I've JUST got in!" and went downstairs. Then a massive argument broke out and I sat downstairs on the kitchen work surfaces kicking the cupbards. So then I eventually empty my room. I just got so sick and tired of going through all the junk in my room that I actually just got a black bin liner and shoved a load of stuff I may miss one day in it. I'm going for the minamalist approach. Dad goes out. I sit on my bed in the study. Mutti rants away. So I rip my room apart, tearing posters off and revealing walls stained from years of blu-tac and pins. Ha. Only it's gutted @ me cause it might have to be repainted... But whatever. It's clearly not my room anymore now the house is going to be sold.
My mother is like a gypsy seriously. She smells and looks like She always wants to move house. She buys home magazines and reads homes for sale all. the. time. I don't get it, I've lived in like 5/6 houses since I've been born. My dad wants to go bigger (!?) whereas my mother wants smaller for less housework :S.
Gah. I just srsly hate living with my parents, though I intend to stay with them as long as I'm education. bah.
I'm getting used to being on punctuality report [I have to get it signed each period to say I've been on time to lesson/school and report back to my Head of Year at the end of the day. All the rebels are on it for their behaviour so it's nothing particually impressive but it's still a report.] You gotta fold it up four times, write your name and postcode plus (2k7) on the back of it, throw it at teachers, make a big deal out of getting it signed etc. etc. My ICT teacher saw the back where I'd got all my mates to "Tag" it. he just gave me an odd look so I was like "yeah, I thought i'd go all the way and be a proper badboi... brrap". Then he just kept looking at me and handed it back to me. I think I'm the only prefect on report. How awesome is that?
Though tbh it's kind of shite. Cause punctuality reports is like the pussy reports. And I have to get it signed every single period - why? I'm late to school not to lesson. I don't understand why I didn't get a couple of detentions for being late, instead of being put on a full-blown punctuality report ffs.
And fuck everyone else. I love Tim more than anyone, ever. He knows just what to say to make me feel better, he never upsets me, he's always there for me, so reliable - right by my side always. He keeps me entertained whenever I get bored, he never complains, he never makes me feel upset or angry, he always adjusts to my mood, he cheers me up when I'm down, he makes me sooo happy, I wouldn't replace him for the world. But most importantly; he makes me D A N C E.
You know sometimes I'll do anything to put off sleep.
OMFG - I have an actual phobia.
Right. So I've NEVER liked veins, ever. I hate the way they bulge out, don't ask me why. But that's whatever, everyone knows that.
So okay, this is going to sound REALLY REALLY stupid. I don't dislike blood, I dislike anything to do with blood. capliaries, veins, cells, diseases, going through the liver arteries... it REALLY fucking freaks me out.
I was sat in science with Lexx and we were watching a video ona genetic blood disease (sickle cell anemia) and honestly I thought I was going to have to leave the room. I just seriously couldn't handle it and i don't know why. There was just this woman talking about her disease, and then these videos of blood cells stopping and causing blocks of oxygen to -- I CANT EVEN WRITE ABOUT IT! I was sat there and my stomach was just twisting and my legs were going all tingly and my head was all dizzy, I don't know what the fuck it was, I know I've never liked things like that but man - it was AWFUL.
To sum it up:
THIS freaks me the fuck out.
THIS doesn't.
When I visited my grandad after he'd had his hip operation, we were chatting as normal, then I noticed a red tube coming out of his arm, so my eyes ventured up to his drip where I saw one of those blood bags. My god I thought I was going to be sick. there was BLOOD. DRIPPING slowly and it was going into my grandads arm!! that vein you can see!! andUGUGUUGHGHHGH. My grandad was laughing and joking about his new blood cause he could see I was like "EUGH!" [By the way I'm aware that blood was saving his life and it's fantastic etc but ERWWWWW!]
You know, I'd like to give blood myself. But only if they took it from my upper arm, as in just below my shoulder. I can handle injections, needles, whatever. I grew up around them. [LOL - my mums diabetic, not a heroin addict or anything]. So I mean I'm used to it. But it's just the whole "make a fist so we can have all your lovely veins bulging out and you know exactly what theyre after and there gonna STICK SOMETHINGV .SM\!" I dont even like imagining it. Oh- and varicose veins are the most FUCKED up thing in the world. my mum has one on her thigh in the shape of a heart - it's DISGUSTING.
Honestly I can't even write about it. It feels like an irrational phobia but it makes me feel so odd!! The only way I can think to describe it is like this:
Most people are afraid of spiders right? Okay, well imagine if I threw THIS at you.
Thats how I feel!
I have no idea why I went off on one like that. cheers for reading if you bothered.
great. Except for another thing - where am I supposed to sit and work. Where am I supposed to put my makeup on. where am I supposed to put my laptop/mouse+speakers?
Mutti's like "Go into the study thats what it's for" yeah, oh wait, theres a PC in here already and my dad does all his bills and boring paper-related things in here.
Whatever.
So I got home early tonight after "bowling". I walked to town with Josh after 4th period, saw his nana / auntie and then I went to the bowling alley place for my "PE lesson", met up with Peter and his cru, attempted to play pool and then left about 2:30. So I got home early, and my mother (who - along with my father, is off work for some reason :S) started having a go at me, so I just went "God I've JUST got in!" and went downstairs. Then a massive argument broke out and I sat downstairs on the kitchen work surfaces kicking the cupbards. So then I eventually empty my room. I just got so sick and tired of going through all the junk in my room that I actually just got a black bin liner and shoved a load of stuff I may miss one day in it. I'm going for the minamalist approach. Dad goes out. I sit on my bed in the study. Mutti rants away. So I rip my room apart, tearing posters off and revealing walls stained from years of blu-tac and pins. Ha. Only it's gutted @ me cause it might have to be repainted... But whatever. It's clearly not my room anymore now the house is going to be sold.
My mother is like a gypsy seriously. She smells and looks like She always wants to move house. She buys home magazines and reads homes for sale all. the. time. I don't get it, I've lived in like 5/6 houses since I've been born. My dad wants to go bigger (!?) whereas my mother wants smaller for less housework :S.
Gah. I just srsly hate living with my parents, though I intend to stay with them as long as I'm education. bah.
I'm getting used to being on punctuality report [I have to get it signed each period to say I've been on time to lesson/school and report back to my Head of Year at the end of the day. All the rebels are on it for their behaviour so it's nothing particually impressive but it's still a report.] You gotta fold it up four times, write your name and postcode plus (2k7) on the back of it, throw it at teachers, make a big deal out of getting it signed etc. etc. My ICT teacher saw the back where I'd got all my mates to "Tag" it. he just gave me an odd look so I was like "yeah, I thought i'd go all the way and be a proper badboi... brrap". Then he just kept looking at me and handed it back to me. I think I'm the only prefect on report. How awesome is that?
Though tbh it's kind of shite. Cause punctuality reports is like the pussy reports. And I have to get it signed every single period - why? I'm late to school not to lesson. I don't understand why I didn't get a couple of detentions for being late, instead of being put on a full-blown punctuality report ffs.
And fuck everyone else. I love Tim more than anyone, ever. He knows just what to say to make me feel better, he never upsets me, he's always there for me, so reliable - right by my side always. He keeps me entertained whenever I get bored, he never complains, he never makes me feel upset or angry, he always adjusts to my mood, he cheers me up when I'm down, he makes me sooo happy, I wouldn't replace him for the world. But most importantly; he makes me D A N C E.
You know sometimes I'll do anything to put off sleep.
OMFG - I have an actual phobia.
Right. So I've NEVER liked veins, ever. I hate the way they bulge out, don't ask me why. But that's whatever, everyone knows that.
So okay, this is going to sound REALLY REALLY stupid. I don't dislike blood, I dislike anything to do with blood. capliaries, veins, cells, diseases, going through the liver arteries... it REALLY fucking freaks me out.
I was sat in science with Lexx and we were watching a video ona genetic blood disease (sickle cell anemia) and honestly I thought I was going to have to leave the room. I just seriously couldn't handle it and i don't know why. There was just this woman talking about her disease, and then these videos of blood cells stopping and causing blocks of oxygen to -- I CANT EVEN WRITE ABOUT IT! I was sat there and my stomach was just twisting and my legs were going all tingly and my head was all dizzy, I don't know what the fuck it was, I know I've never liked things like that but man - it was AWFUL.
To sum it up:
THIS freaks me the fuck out.
THIS doesn't.
When I visited my grandad after he'd had his hip operation, we were chatting as normal, then I noticed a red tube coming out of his arm, so my eyes ventured up to his drip where I saw one of those blood bags. My god I thought I was going to be sick. there was BLOOD. DRIPPING slowly and it was going into my grandads arm!! that vein you can see!! andUGUGUUGHGHHGH. My grandad was laughing and joking about his new blood cause he could see I was like "EUGH!" [By the way I'm aware that blood was saving his life and it's fantastic etc but ERWWWWW!]
You know, I'd like to give blood myself. But only if they took it from my upper arm, as in just below my shoulder. I can handle injections, needles, whatever. I grew up around them. [LOL - my mums diabetic, not a heroin addict or anything]. So I mean I'm used to it. But it's just the whole "make a fist so we can have all your lovely veins bulging out and you know exactly what theyre after and there gonna STICK SOMETHINGV .SM\!" I dont even like imagining it. Oh- and varicose veins are the most FUCKED up thing in the world. my mum has one on her thigh in the shape of a heart - it's DISGUSTING.
Honestly I can't even write about it. It feels like an irrational phobia but it makes me feel so odd!! The only way I can think to describe it is like this:
Most people are afraid of spiders right? Okay, well imagine if I threw THIS at you.
Thats how I feel!
I have no idea why I went off on one like that. cheers for reading if you bothered.