"Your reliance on hardware really does amuse me, Boff..."

So good to be back. Why? BT TOOK OUR INTERNET AWAY AND THREATENED NOT TO GIVE IT BACK. It wasn't our fault or anything, just that BT like to do that for some reason. *shrugs* Eh, it's not our problem - we got our interenet back - it's their reputation going down the plughole. So, with no outlets other than art, which I really haven't been in the mood to do because of DAMN SCHOOL RUINING MY LIFE, DEPRIVING ME OF SLEEP AND MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE THE WHOLE WEIGHT OF THE DAMN WORLD ON MY SHOULDERS (see why I need an outlet?) because Facebook and CRAZYvision were gone, I resorted to some DS games I'd have under my belt for a while that I never really completed. I got stuck a couple of times and had a little tantrum, as I have been doing lately because I'm overflowing with stress so I have to take it out on people and things that don't deserve it, but I got through one and I'm working on the second. Ever tried a game called "Zenses"? It's supposed to be a really relaxing game to help you unwind in the evenings, but it is officially THE MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER other than people, who are genuinely the most annoying monstrosities ever to walk this earth. So yeah, Zenses isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Life is hard without the internet. Be grateful for what you've got, maaan!
(What a waste of a post...)

Some days are good.

I had a good day yesterday, but woke up with the feeling of a heavy burden, so I might not be in the best mood to write about it. I'll try to give the facts anyway, and hopefully add some photos later. I have like, two or something photos I want to show you, one of which I don't have but a friend is sending to me later on.

My day started as it does every day, walking down to the bus stop to catch a demonic carriage to transport us to the Underworld that is school. I was walking down with my sister, Lauren, and my next door neighbour, Nicole, as usual. No-one else really goes in our area any more, except for the kids across the street who leave at like six.
We almost get there in time, but we see one of my friends, Molly, walking back from the bus saying we'd missed it. I said that my mum could transport three of us, but there were four of us, so that wasn't really going to work. Also I'd had an argument that morning with her because she was saying how the bus was going to leave ten minutes later, and I was telling her how it takes two minutes to get down there at a stretch - you'd have to major dawdle - so my mum probably wasn't the best person to ask. We made our way up to this grass-thing in the middle of a sort of semi-circular roundabout which is near us. There's a tree in the middle with a bench around the outside, so we went and sat on that while Molly called her mum. So we sat on the bench and waited, and a few minutes later Molly's mum's little silver car comes zooming past!... and disappears around the corner. I was in hysterics at this point, unable to control my laughter and screaming "we missed the bus and our back-up car!". We walked down to where we presumed Molly's mum had gone - the bus stop - but just as we did a bus pulled up, headed for Hell, I mean, headed for school. It stopped in the middle of the road and offered us a lift, so we got on, and the bus driver told us how the bus had broken down, so they'd sent another, which left earlier, but then the previous bus had been fixed, which was the one we were on. Since the other one had picked everyone up, it was just us four on the whole thing! Four people on a double-decker bus! I mean, plenty of people get limos (spelt right?) and horse-and-carriages to feel special, but who the hell gets a specially chauferred double-decker bus?!
And then I was late for assmebly and got to stand at the side like a teacher. Yay. Normally you have to stand at the back like a n00b, but I got to stand at the side due to a series of unfortunate events.
Then I think the day went pretty well. Not much to say about it, other than I had a crazy lunchtime with my friend, George, who I have many laughs with.
When the gates of Hell were opened and the innocent souls were released, me and my friend, Siani, walked back to her house. There I got major glomped by her bathroom rug, which she claims is a dog (you know, whatever floats your boat, harhar). Then we drove back to my house and grabbed some clean clothes so I could cast of the shackles of Hell, and after stealing her Aikido class's changing room and stowing my clothes there we made our way to the fair, which is here at the moment.
We looked around first, since not much was open anyway, and we wanted to try and space out our money. After an 80p trip to the toilet (YOU PENNY PINCHERS YOU!!) we went back and got on that ride like Bounce only with the Hulk in the middle. While we were waiting a song came on, which sounded like "my llama's got no money", so we were singing that, as you do. The Hulk had L's hair, when it had been slightly flattened by a shower. I can't prove it right now since I don't have a pencil. Pencil? I think I drifted there. I meant I don't have the photo. That's better. I'll upload my comic about the situation as soon as possible so you can read it and stuff. The guy forgot to let us off or something, and we got another free go. He told us not to dance. He scared me a little. Then we went on Freddy's Revenge, I think. Fast. I don't think anything "OMG LOL" happened on there, but we did giggle all the way around. Then we went on... Extreme, I think. WHAT A WASTE OF MONEY. We did no spinning whatsoever, only went over like three times and got an unwanted face lift! It was so much better when it had a carriage on either end, but apparently they're not doing that any more due to health and safety. Frankly, if there's one carriage, how is adding another going to effect anything if it's exactly the same as just the one except on the other side?! Ah, I don't understand these people. Next we went on the weird one that's like "voooooommmspinspinspin". Uh, yeah. I guess I expected you to know what I meant by that. Oh well. I think that was it then, and we went to try and win a goldfish which we were gonna name Perkybrown, but we were 80p short (YOU GOLDFISH THIEVING TOILET OWNERS YOU!!).
Then we went to Aikido. I had a cake and some fun. Very fun. I learnt how to fall over! After a little while I turned to Siani and said "so basically just do stuff when he yells things" and she's like "yeah, that's basically it". I want to go back some time.

And yeah. I hope you all had a good day.

Bad mood.

Hey, I'm in a bad mood. Let's poke me and see what comes out...

I started drawing on the computer a couple of days ago. So far, so good. I think I like it. My mum said the art was the best I'd done, but she didn't like the subject. It probably sounds stupid using a quote from my mum, but that's just what I am, isn't it? An idiotic emotionless creature who likes to upset people. I'm sick of people thinking that's what I am. I do give a damn what they think, I could care less, I do try to do the best for everyone despite my own emotions but who gives a damn, eh?! I might just as well be selfish and do everything for my own personal gain because I'm certainly not getting anything by trying to be the good guy! Sorry, back to art. I told you I'm in a bad mood. At least I have the peace of mind of the moral highground, and the reassurrance that I gave it my all and there is nothing more I could do to help situations. Little things get under my skin, and that's where they stay for a long time... -Sorry, artwork. I guess this one's a little more dark than my other pictures. I mean, how much more innocent can you get than a girl finding a balloon? But that's not half the thoughts on my mind. I wanted to delve deeper into my own mind and find something dark and twisted and bring it into the light so everyone could see the true colour of my heart. I got a little way there with this one, I think. Not so much twisted, but darker. I hope to go for twisted soon. That will be my next target, but there are certian peers you will never be able to please, who will find any flaw just to make themselves feel higher. I'm not the best at anything, I accept that, and neither is anyone else - and putting other people down isn't going to make you any better. You have to work hard and that's what I've done my whole life, ever since I was tiny and my mum stuck my crayon picture of Tigger and Winnie the Pooh on the fridge. I barely had a full head of hair then, yet I've still been working at this since then because I love it, and I want to get as close to the best as I can because I want to thank whoever or whatever it was that gave me this gift and show just how much I appreciate it.
As you may have guessed, I'm not geeling my strongest at the moment. I think I should go calm down - maybe watch a movie or an episode of something. I wish I could open my mouth sometimes. I'm just scared those words will cause destruction instead of improvement. So I'll bottle it up again. Don't worry, I got a new notepad the other day that I'll write a diary log in if I need to let out some pressure. Honestly, I'll be fine. I just have that feeling where you want to shed your skin and leave for a little while. I've got to wait at least two years before I can leave for good. Even then I'll probably have to stick around for another two years. I might be impatiently awaiting my departure, but I know it will be so rewarding when it gets here. It's worth waiting for.
Um, good night. Don't ever let anyone put you down - they're just jealous or scared of competition. Even if you feel you're not that good, keep working at it, because that's the only way you'll get better. And then you can show them all! And it will feel so rewarding when you do. Keep that hope alive, because if you do then you will reach it.
I love you all, anyone who feels a little sympathy or anything like that for me. I love you so damn much. It's just me though, me and my rough edges scraping with other people's. I'll be fine in the end, I promise. "It'll be alright in the end, and if it's not alright it's not the end".
G'night. <3

MY HAPPY TOWN

I went to town yesterday. It was a Sunday so no-one was there. Yeah.
I can't remember what we went for - I think we all just had a few things that we thought we'd have to get. I wanted a couple of notepads, a folder (GSCE ART YAY. GOT AN A* THE OTHER DAY), black lipstick, black nail varnish (damn, forgot this...), and probably some more stuff too.

It started off as shopping trips do... Boring, I guess. We went to the dump and stuff first, so I was like "can I put some of my music on?" because I was fed up of Girls Aloud strangling cats. So my family's like "HEY-HO", but changed their tune when I put on German and Japanese songs. Harhar.

Then we went into town. First we went into one of those bargain shops, bought nothing, came out, and stuff. Okay, I can't remember what we did next so I'm just going to say all of the things as they come into my head, 'kay?

I GOT BLACK LIPSTICK YAY. People don't take black nail varnish seriously any more, now people wear it 'cos it's fashionable. EH-URGH, I don't like that. By the way, that was my impression of a buzzer thing. Like it? I got some more black eyeliner too. My mum was like "what about the other one?" and I said "it sharpens funny now. Now it does this" *swirling eyeliner impression*. Have you ever pretended to be eyeliner? Very, VERY fun. I should've got some more black nail varnish too, but I forgot. Claire's black nail varnish is rubbish, because it's full of little sparkly things that take up the majority of the container and make it go all bumpy when you put it on, not to mention the fact that it doesn't chip, it PEELS. And I'm running out, so I do need some more. I used up the last lot proving to my mum's side of the family that I was dedicated to the whole black thing.

Yeah, I had to get an art folder because I'm taking GCSE Art and all my stuff would get crumpled when moving to and from school. I'm very, VERY picky about my paper. I hope the "examiner" isn't... I've kept it in pretty good nick so far. Just to say, thank you to all my artistic influences and those who cheered me on, 'cos I got an A* for a piece the other day. Thank you so much, I couldn't have done it without you. Heehee. I will continue to shower you with more, hopefully! Anyways, we go to this stationary shop, which is like the only place ANYWHERE that sells them, and one that ACTUALLY fitted A2 was £24. I mean COME ON. Just because they're the only place that sells them doesn't mean they can charge whatever the hell they like for them! And there was a cheaper one for £15, but that was too small for A2, even though it said it was big enough. *coughcough* Correction, stationary guys, the folder was A2, not the space inside the folder. So I had to get the big ol' expensive one, which is fine 'cos my mum was paying. Heehee. It's heavy, and there's not even anything in it yet, but it comes with a shoulder strap, so it's all good.

What else, what else... Have you guys ever seen those Marge Simpson slippers? GENIUS. Me and my sister were messing around with them (not buying them though... heehee) so here's a piccy:

Anddd... We had to get some wrapping paper for our maths books, because new year, new maths book, need to wrap it up otherwise it gets broken. That's what the little rainbow rhythm stick is in the Marge picture. Yupyup. NEWS FLASH: I wrapped it this morning, and was thinking of Thunderbirds while I did it. WHYYY?!!!

Blogger is having an episode now, so bye bye. See you after school if anything interesting happens.

New School Rules

Following new ridiculous school rules being announced, I was very angry, and seeing as this is going out to the world and posted on Facebook I thought it best if I let myself calm down first before writing a post about it.
Beforehand there were many rules in place, as you would expect in a school, but they could be relaxed here and there to let the students still have their creative spark. However, following the arrival of the new head teacher the whole place has got a lot tighter and added a bunch of new rules to the mix, on uniform especially. I will be fair and say that I don't know for sure it's the new head teacher making up the rules, but the old head teacher wouldn't set them just to leave, would he? Before I go on to say what these new rules are, I would like to say that any new rules about uniform should be announced before the Summer Holidays, when everyone buys new uniform. But, thanks to them being announced now, after the Summer Holidays, a lot of us have wasted money.
Some of the rules are:
- No coloured, patterned or odd socks. No logos.
- No patterned tights.
- No coloured hair accessories.
- No hairbands worn around wrists.
- No jewellery, including necklaces, bracelets, multiple earrings in one ear (studs only), more than one ring, arm bands, sweat bands - generally everything.
- No skinny trousers, even if they're not jeans.
- No make-up.
- No nail varnish.
- No "obtrusive" hair, a.k.a. anything that makes you go "hey, look at that one's hair".
Now, fair enough, some of those could be health hazards at a stretch, but I can't see how most of these things have any effect on the teachers, the students, the education or the image of the school. Students should be allowed some personality. If we're all dressed exactly the same, down to the socks, people would look at us as if we are all the same, but we all have something to offer, and we want to be recognised for that through more than just hard work. We want to look smart, not preppy. The image they should want is "hey, there's some kids from ******. They all look smart in the same uniform, but it's nice to see that they have their original ideas. What a good school". That would mean that the teachers could relax, because not so many rules could be broken if they were relaxed again. So, happy students, happy teachers, happy by-passers. I don't see the problem with that.

If you have any stories following the new rules I'd be happy to read and post them here, as well as any other silly rules to add to my list. Please contact me on Facebook to do so. It's Katie, in case you forgot, teehee.

School

Okay, I've been trying to act more respectable recently, but in a blog it just sounds stupid and I thought you might get bored, so I'm releasing my inner slob when I come here. You guys should count yourself lucky, 'cos this might be the end of all fun I ever have with anyone else in real life. I hope I can still bring you some joy via this one outlet...

For those of you who have already gone back to school and work, I hope you're okay. I had some issues during most of the school year last year, so of course, I'm nervous how this year is gonna roll. I hope everything's okay for you, because I'm actually shaking, I'm so nervous. Last year school became nothing more than a battlefield for me, and it drove me literally insane. I started doing things that never would've crossed my mind before. It changed from me from the happy little ball of crazy I was into a judgemental depressed lump. Thanks to my sister and two of my friends I pulled through, with a lot of scars of course, and I'm actually feeling joy again. I'm trying to leave the past as dead, but my point is I hope none of you have that to look forward to when you return. If you do, try and be cool-headed. That's what I'm going to try, because my short fuse and lust for being right are going to get me nowhere. It doesn't matter who's right and who has hurt the other one the most - you wouldn't be able to have an arguement if you hadn't hurt eachother.

Well, I've got to leave you with this now. First day of school. Wish me luck, because you know I'm wishing all of you all the luck in the world.

There's no place like home.

Dear readers,

In these desperate times I am forced to come to you from a Word Document which is later to be published onto the internet, because the internet is down and I tried to fix it, but it really doesn’t want to be fixed, so I couldn’t fix it. So I have to wait for my dad to wake up, who had a long drive yesterday and therefore will not be getting up until like two in the afternoon. So I thought “oh well, I can’t write a blog post, but I’ll go on Faceb- no, wait, that’s on the internet... I’ll go on Happy Pe- no, that’s on Facebook”. So I’m just going to chill this morning, try not to get bored, stick a couple of posters up, maybe and have a rant at a Word Document, which is staring at me like “THIS PROGRAM IS TOO FANCY FOR YOUR SLOPPY RANTS AND RAVES. GO AWAY YOU COMMONER!”, but I’m going nowhere. So, I’ll check you guys on the internet later!

WARNING: I GO A LITTLE OVER THE TOP IN WORD DOCUMENTS BECAUSE DURING A PREVIOUS STATE OF DEPRESSION I WROTE DOWN ALL MY THOUGHTS IN ONE TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM, BUT NOT TO TALK TO ANYONE BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY’D JUDGE ME, AND THEREFORE I AM USED TO SPILLING OUT SOPPY FEELINGS, EXTREME ANGER AND ALL OF THE INSANE STUFF THAT IS REALLY GOING THROUGH MY HEAD; TRUST ME GUYS, WHAT YOU’VE SEEN IS JUST THE SURFACE OF INSANITY – CHECK THIS.

So I’ll try to be on my best behaviour, I mean, I don’t think I’m depressed anymore, so I don’t think I really feel strongly about anything right now, so maybe I’ll be able to keep stuff in better. Because it’s nice to shut your damn mouth to save other people hurt. Sorry, there I go again. But that was the last time, I swear... more or less...

Home sweet home. Yes, after like 300 miles of travelling I am back, and you want to know where from? York. Yup, I’m willing to tell you know, because now I’m home and, well, you can’t really do much when I’m home. It’s when I’m out that you would be able to do some damage, but don’t, please, because I’m afraid I may have to set one of your treasured possessions on fire. Nah, I shouldn’t joke – fire is not a toy. DON’T PLAY WITH MATCHES, MY SOLDIERS! Yes, you are my soldier now, because I thought it sounded a lot nicer than minions – more of a family thing. Hey, maybe I could even make you my brothers at some point! But for now - my soldiers. I love you guys. Anywho, to which Word is screaming “NO, YOU IMBECILE, IT’S SPELT WRONG! THAT’S WHAT THE RED LINE MEANS! YOU EVEN FAIL TO UNDERSTAND THE SIMPLY LANUAGE OF COLOURED LINES!”, and I’m like “yeah, shut up”, I had a long journey, both in the car (like over 600 miles there and back) and all over Yorkshire. Is Yorkshire the county? Probably. Wasn’t Corey from Yorkshire? I think he was. There’s less than a million to one chance of him reading this, since I haven’t spoken to him for three years or something, but if he is, HI COREY! –massive wave attack- IT’S KATIE, REMEMBER? YOUR HAIR WAS COOL, BUT I DIDN’T REALISE IT AT THE TIME, SO I HAVE TO SAY IT NOW. I’m going to go and find him on Facebook when the internet comes back up.

Sorry, back to York. Ten days, I was away. You may have read a previous post that told you a little about it, and since I can’t just copy/paste the general details right now because the internet is down, I’ll still do my best to hyperlink. Wait, I can’t, because I wrote that post on the laptop, and therefore my computer does not have the link. –sigh- But remind me to post it HERE. – [Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS.].

Hmm. Now I don’t know what I posted and what I didn’t, so I’ll ignore the general details and get on with my adventures. If you want to read about my ghost-adventure-thing-that-scared-me-dearly check this link – [Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS.]. So, what haven’t I said...

Whitby - where the idea of Dracula was thought up by whoever wrote it. I don’t have the internet to look up who wrote it, and if I ask my mum I’ll get a history lesson and then she’ll be staring over my shoulder the whole time I’m writing this. So yeah, you can look it up yourselves, because if you’re reading this you have internet access or you’re crawling around inside my computer. Go away, hackers, I’ve had enough of you! Bleh, look it up. So, with the essence of Dracula popular among tourists, there are a couple of gothic shops about. Everyone was going in there and picking up things and going “ooh! Look at these weird things! Can’t you imagine Dracula wearing that? Only vampires use this sort of stuff”, but I genuinely went in there to go day-to-day clothes shopping. Since our local goth/emo shop closed down I’ve had to order things from, -sniff-, NEXT! I know, it’s terrible. The women’s clothes are just ugly floral patterns, like you get on old sofas and curtains. Who wants to wear a curtain?! – Romans excluded, ‘cos they ALWAYS wore curtains. Harhar. So yeah, I checked out two of them. There were probably more, but on that day Whitby was jam packed and therefore had a horrible rushed atmosphere, so we didn’t stay long, unfortunately. There first one I went in was a genuine goth shop – not any of this crappy tourist stuff – so I went in there and grabbed an Evil Teddy t-shirt. Is Evil Teddy made by Poizen Industries? Either way, I presume Evil Teddy and Bye-Bye Kitty are made by the same company. My mum doesn’t pay for my cult clothes, only the normal ones, and I only had £30 since I just sold some Beanie Babies on Ebay, and my dad gave me a tenner of that. In case you are unfamiliar of the term “tenner”, that’s £10, my darlings. But I can’t be bothered to change it, because I like writing long-winded explanations anyway. Yeah, beautiful shop, but I didn’t have the money to stay. The Great Goth, it was called. You should check it out if you’re ever up that way and are a little bit dark. I’m happy to advertise it, ‘cos it was cool.

As for the second goth shop, I can’t remember what it was called, but it was a load of rubbish. It was purely a tourist thing, for people to prod at and laugh at what the damned like to treat themselves with. £30 for a pair of plain black gloves my ass - I’m not paying that. So I just looked around, a bit of an outcast since I was genuinely shopping rather than making fun of people reflecting their emotions in their appearance. I nearly bought some stuff, but then I thought I could get much better value-for-money elsewhere, and left.

I’ll try and shorten things now, but Word Documents do encourage me to write down everything.

What else... I’m just going to list stuff as I think of it, to encourage me to write less and to get more done. So: Sea Life Center – a cool place with seals and more cool stuff that totally murdered my phone’s battery because I kept taking pictures of EVERYTHING, Trincomalee – a boat with some cool ship-things on it – por example: plastic pigs, Betty’s – an uber-posh mobile-free cafe thing with yummy ice-cream, York wall or whatever it was called – a wall that used to surround York.

Animal stuffs! ‘Cos we were slap bang in the middle of the country, so we saw some stuff. We saw -clears throat- a barn owl, a hedgehog, some grouse, A CAT ON A CHAIR, a goat in the field next to us, a pike, pipefish, HUGE CRAB, shrimps –shudder-, a loach, EEL SPINE (which is an animal to me, ‘cos it was cool) and stuff. And this was all in the wild, not in the Sea Life Center or anything. We spent the day at a beach and found a lot of saltwater stuff. What are those little common rock pool fish called? We caught some of those too. Out of these animals we caught three pipefish, HUGE CRAB, three baby-baby crabs, on baby crab (well, not baby, not child either, but it had nothing on Borris, or HUGE CRAB. This crab was called George, harhar.), a loach, LOADS of the little common fishies that I don’t know the name of, and, technically, the cat too.

Yeah, that’s enough for now. Check you later, my soliders.