mine and kate's life.

This is what me and Kate do in Science. If you wanna see it larger, click and drag or whatever. I dunno, I think it's pretty brilliant.

See y'all.

PS. Good book to read: At First Sight by Nicholas Sparks; I promise you won't expect the ending.

requested by ciara and laurennn.

How did you get here under my skin, swore that I'd never let you back in. - Here We Go Again - Demi Lovato.



Yeah I like Demi. I like Taylor Swift too. Suck. It. I like what I like (Only felt the need to mention this because people think I'm lame because I like Disney, Demi, Taylor and Twilight, which sucks. I'm not that bad once you get know me, promise!).

God I feel so loved, both Lauren and Ciara demanded that I blog soon because:

a) "You said you'd blog on Tuesday and didn't." - Lauren.

b) "Every time I go on the computer I click on your blog but it's always an old post." - Ciara.

So yeah, on the phone to Kate as I type this, talking about James' shocked face as he witnessed me click my neck. She says it's gross and "Hello, followers of Merani that never followed me. Hello."

I like Charlieissocoollike because he is cute and attractive and British like me (The British part, not the cute or attractive).

Oh! And I was mentioned in Emily's blog! Which is exciting because I really admire her and think she's brilliant at writing. So, that was nice and I felt truly honoured.

Hmm.... See this is why I don't blog, or at least haven't recently, because there's nothing that interesting going on in my life at the moment, and I'm not having that many deep thoughts that I can think about yesterday. I mean, I've been thinking about the multiple ways I could have Luke in my History class out of my life, and how to stop myself from slapping Leah.

Oh! Ok. Something to talk about.

Ok, Leah, so it seems, doesn't think about how if you say certain things, it'll make situations awkward. For example, I know this boy called Charlie, who is lovely and who I started talking to fairly recently when we queued outside for R.E., and he was very lovely, but seemed slightly scared of me, which amused me, so I made a point about going, "Charlie! Charlie!", in a shout-whisper, if you know what I mean.

And then, one Maths lesson, Ryan cried, "Why do we need to do this?", when we were doing Upper/Lower Bounds. I had mentioned to him previously that I hoped to become an author when I was older, so I replied, "Because my book might not get published."

And he laughed, which is pleasant by the way; Ryan's laughter is really infectious and it's really, er, heartily, if you know what I mean? It just seems like when he laughs he finds it particularly funny.

Regardless, Ryan asked me if I had started to write the book, which, I hadn't. So I told him that.

"Er, I dunno," I laughed nervously as I said it. "It's in my head somewhere."

Anyway, Charlie then turned his attention to our conversation and asked if I knew it was about. I said yes, because that's true, because it'll be about a boy and a girl who are going to fall in love passionately but painfully, because they can't live without each other and stuff.

See? It sounds better and less cheesy in my head, and I know that people my age don't appreciate my kind of romance, so I didn't wanna say, in order to not be laughed at. So, I just went red and continued to do my work.

Carrying on, the same day, I had English, a lesson with I also have Charlie with. So, he turns to me and demands, "What's your story about?". I started to converse with him, admitting it was about a boy and a girl, and that they're gonna do stuff.

In between this, Leah decided to claim, quietly, "You would make a good couple." I ignored her and carried on talking to Charlie.

"Sex?" he asked, and I said that possibly.

So, Leah decides to voice her opinion a little louder. She asked me if I would like to have sex with Charlie, and I politely and carefully declined. She then proceeded to ask Charlie; I could have slapped her.

But, the thing is, I think it's different for boys and girls. I mean, I could say no, and Charlie wouldn't be offended, and people would accept that. However, if Charlie said no, I got the feeling Leah would've made it a big deal and would have 'Ooohed' saying he was calling me ugly or something, y'know?

So, she just doesn't give him time to reply and just turns to me, just deciding that we were gonna have sex.

So... Yeah, me and Charlie were in English yesterday and we were sort of talking and the atmosphere was really tense and awkward, when it didn't need to be. So I'm pissed at her.

She just has NO SUBTLETY WHATSOEVER, which is a problem.

I've never been able to tell her properly the guys I like, because she'll just make it excruciatingly obvious in front of them, whereas, when she told me, I didn't tell a soul, especially the boy himself. If I did, way back in Year 8, she still wouldn't forgive me; the one time I did, compared to her, who did it every single time I told her, I told George, and she still brings it up.

Wow, massive ranting blog post about one of my closest friends. That's how complicated my life is.

Whatever, Leah needs to get a clue about what being a true friend, basically.

Express yourself in the comment section: do you have a similar friend? any advice? etc.

Lotsa love, Merani xoxo.

jasper is just plain win, and you not it people.

"It'll be nice not to want to kill you all the time." - Jasper Hale.

And that is why I adore him, oh-so-much. Four lines people, four lines. I think I smell awesome.

So, yeah. Saw New Moon on Friday, and loved it. Like, the experience itself was so much better than Twilight, but the film altogether was pretty good too, though I doubt it really makes any sense to anyone who hasn't read the book(s). I really think Kristen's acting has improved dramatically, and that Taylor's working out has seriously been worth it. Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if I started writing Bella/Jake fanfiction. Beware.

But for real, I cried out in frustration when Jake and Bella nearly kissed in the kitchen, which scared me. It's just... Gah. I dunno. I could really just see how much Jacob really loved Bella throughout the whole film; Taylor did him justice. Completely.

Oh, and Robert was gorgeous, as usual.

And Jackson was just Jackson. I really do love him, so, so, so much. I feel like I wanna squeeze him every time he comes on screen.

Kate mentioned that she was blushing to me when Jake popped on screen. When he was gone, and Jasper appeared, I put her hand on my cheek and she laughed incredulously at how warm it was.

But, overall, the audience truly made the night special. The feeling of having so many people screaming at the same time with you is so exhilarating, and there was much more fangirling this time than at Twilight, and fangirling is always vast amounts of fun.

New Moon: 4 stars. Audience: 13 stars.

So me and Kate made vlogs. And I mentioned Elisabeth, so, if you're reading this, then yeah, you're gonna be referred to on Youtube. Hope that's ok. I'll link it in HERE when it's up.

So I slept round Sophie's, which was possibly the funniest time I've had in a long time. I never realised quite how hi-larious she can be, particularly in photographs. I'll try to upload them here too.

More on Tuesday.

XOXO.

mergh. test.

I just noticed I start my blog posts with... noises. As in, "blergh", "gyahh", etc. I'm so weird.

Anyway, just trying to tie in a quick blog post in between revising. I'm only allowing myself to do so because I have more of a basic idea of what I need to know and stuff, and now it's just reading over as opposed to learning and stuff.

I broke down in tears yesterday as I realised how little I knew when it came to Science, and I thought about all the stuff I was writing in my little revision book thingy, and how it was too much to learn by Friday. Even now, I think about it and I get anxious, so I think I'll get back to reading it over and over again soon.

Whatever, the last few days have just been exhausting and I am just sick, sick, sick of science. I feel like I've thought nothing of acids, alkalines, etc, and that there's no room for daydreaming about love stories. And that makes me sad. What is a romantic without romance in her life? Nothing, I tell you, nothing.

So, I'm hoping that all my efforts will pay off. Well, now doesn't really count as revising. Gah, overwhelming amounts of guilt.

I can't be bothered to talk about in detail what happened on Sunday, but, the ten minutes extra I spent on the computer, made me two hours late. Two hours late. I've never been so late in my life. I bitterly and reluctantly started crying due to sheer embarrassment.

But when I got there it was fine. Kate didn't seem pissed, though I expected her to be.

I'm actually gonna go now. Bye!

PS. Who else is excited about New Moon on Friday? Ahmagawd.

XOXO.

nyahhh.

Lauren: "I'm very clever."

I thought I should throw that in there.

Well, reason for my lack of blogs: Science GCSE Exams on Friday. Three of 'em. And that's not fun. So, I've been revising like a bitch in a desperate attempt to stop getting D's in the actual test, like I have with the practice ones.

Shout out to Elisabeth again because she's a lovely, lovely person. I'm jealous of her being actually able of understanding science, seeing as she is a Science student, and of her fencing skills (Congratulations on being second!).

I'm gonna go revise some more now.

Love, Merani XOXO.

gyahhh.

I only have about twenty-five minutes to both get dressed and leave the house, to get the bus, to get the train, to Kate's house. And the more I sit here thinking about it, the more I feel the need to get up and start.

So this is gonna be a quick blog. Yes another quickie. Yes, kinky -I know.

I woke up to the fierce thrashing of rain against my window, and it's not the first time this week. It's been rainy and windy, and cold and grey; the type of weather I hate the most. Though, it does make me feel awfully British, which makes me feel rather pleased.

So I laid in bed and finished off reading A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks, the same guy that wrote The Notebook. I saw the film for The Notebook, and watched the trailer for A Walk to Remember and meant to see it at some point round Lauren's or whoever's, but I never did. It's a fairly short book, which, to be honest, did not live up to my expectations; I thought they fell in love far too quickly (I would say that that's a spoiler, but it's not, because it's so blatantly obvious) and that he could have stretched it out and described what feeling in love is like, but I digress. It was a good book nonetheless.

I also got out another three books of his, two random ones, and The Shining by Stephen King. I admire him deeply, despite only watching a scene and a half of Carrie; he seems like a guy that knows what he's talking about. Also, he's rich, I'm assuming, but he carries on writing.

I mean, that one of the things that bothers me about J.K. Rowling. Sure, if she were to write another book, there'd be a lot, and I do mean a lot, of pressure on her, and she's so enviably wealthy that she doesn't really have to, but surely she enjoys writing, and would continue to do so simply because of that fact.

Besides, I'm certain that she can never go wrong, because of her imagination, creativity and exceedingly good writing skills. Meh.

Gah 12:16. Really must go soon.

But, anyway, it's my mother's birthday today and it was my brother's party yesterday.

God, I had to be my mother's assistant for the party yesterday. Just me, my mum, my dad and fourteen 11-10 year olds running amok hysterically. That was not fun. Though, I did get to eat some party rings, which were naice. And I got to go to the library, which was, indeed, very, very fun. Gawd, I'm such a geek *squeals*.

So yeah.

Current obsessions:

- Miguel from The Road to El Dorado.
- Jareth, the Goblin King.
- Sarah/Jareth-ness.
- 'Defying Gravity' - Idina Menzel.
- Girls Next Door fancomics on dA.

Gah gotta run. :*

not a good day.

Funny how whenever I see it's 13°C, I think it's gonna be a good day, and then it never is. Today, however, it jumped to a whole new level; I was sick today. Three times. And I know it's the most beautiful image in the world to put on a blog post so that it's imprinted in a reader's mind, but yeah. You're welcome.

And it's all because of one simple fact: I have a uterus, and it hates me.

I began to feel the usual symptoms of that time of the month in French, when my stomach cramps became unbearable , and I co could actually feel the colour leaving my face and my pores widening. I really don't know how else to explain it, but it became hard to breathe as well.

I could feel, as well, the burning gaze of Simi, the girl who was sitting next to me since Lauren wasn't there.

Then I summoned up the courage to raise my hand and ask permission to go to Matron's, because I wasn't feeling well. Miss looked like she had been expecting it and said that I did, indeed, look very pale. Ah, isn't it nice when the whole class turns around to look at you? Especially when you look as attractive as I'm sure I did back there.

Miss asked Simi to come with me, and I stumbled out and down the stairs. I kept my eyes down as I staggered down the steps, I kept wished for more than anything for me to not collapse and for Matron's office to be closer.

Eventually we did make it, and Mr. Eldridge answered to the beep of the buzzer/doorbell thing. Simi explained how I was feeling, and as he turned to me, I breathlessly mumbled, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Really?" he asked; No, I'm sorry, I was joking; I'm actually feeling absolutely fi-BLERRRRRRGHAGHGHAHGHAHAHAHEHHRGAGHHEGR. Whoops. I'm sorry; turns out I wasn't joking.

So strode towards the bathroom. My heart sank and began to panic as I read the 'Engaged' sign. Mr. Eldridge felt the need to point that out too.

Long story short, I was sick and laid down onto one of the beds. My dad got the message Mr. Eldridge left for him and he picked me up.

Ah, the good part now.

This is how I rode on a motorcycle for the first time; it was both exhilarating, scary and refreshing. It feels like a rollercoaster, but colder. So, so, so much colder; it got to the point where it was painfully cold. My legs were the most exposed to the cold, because it was being warmed only by my cheap, thin pair of tights.

My hands were becoming numb, but my heart was racing. It felt so weird, but a good weird -that's what she said.

Unfortunately though, as I relaxed and became used to it, my stomach cramps returned and decided to kill me a little inside. My eyes began to droop as I started to feel faint again; it was struggle to keep my eyes open, simply from the fear of passing out, and thus, err, dying.

As soon as I got home, I threw down my stuff and raced to the bathroom. And was sick twice. Aw; isn't this the most beautiful blog post you've ever read? Didn't that just brighten your life? I though so too.

So, I sat around all day, watching GG, The Road to El Dorado, and Hannah Montana. Productive, no?

I'm gonna read Full Moon now, goodbye.

XOXO.

PS. God, this is a short post isn't it? Weird.

because ciara says so.

PRE BLOG NOTICE: GO READ ELISABETH'S BLOG BECAUSE SHE'S AWESOME.
Linking is so awkward on blogger I swear. Anyway, boo!

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On the bus today we somehow got onto the subject on my blog, because we were talking about George's insecurity and how it was more pronounced when he did his speech on Avenged Sevenfold, and stood up in front of the classroom and dissed one of his favourite bands, simply because when he put up the picture, everyone laughed.

Then after my little rant (that was pretty much the above paragraph), I went on to say that I tried to tell him that it really wasn't that bad, and even threw in a little self-deprecatory joke to make him feel better. The reaction I got from him infuriated me; it seemed like, because I wasn't embarrassed at all about what I talked about (Anime EXPO), he seemed to look embarrased for me, pulling a kind of, "yeah-you-really-shouldn't-have-done-that" sympathetic look.

Well, screw it. I got an A+, so he can go fuck himself; his ego's so big he could probably generate another George from it alone.

Now, I'm sure that sounded confusing because I just called him insecure, but that's George. He confuses me. He's clearlt so, so insecure, but then just compliments his cardigan, hat or whatever he has on that day. Apart from his hair, he always moans about its life-less-ness, because he wants other people to tell him it looks fine.

Regardless, Ciara said that she read me complaining about it in my blog, and that I haven't written in it in ages.

Tbh, I didn't even think she had read it that frequently, or at all since I showed it to her the one time and she read all of the October posts. Then I said I wrote a short one this morning and she said, "Oh, another quickie?", which meant that she had read the Halloween one too, which made me smile.

Anyway, this week has been weird.

I'm still pissed with Leah, but I'm only pissed when I'm not with her, most of the time. Now, it's just some of the stuff she says that just ticks me off so, so, sooo much. Like how she'll describe in detail, and by that I mean word for word, her weekend, just because I politely give simple answers like, "I went to Kate's," or, "I went to town with Kate," or "I went to town with Kate and Lauren," etc.

When we have serious talks and she's not putting on a voice though, it's absolutely fine.

When she puts on her baby/retard voice thing, it annoys me, because she lets it live for longer than she should. And her whole little, "Oh-I-can't-help-that-I've-got-a-big-mouth-and-blurt-out-secrets-suddenly" act, because it's total bullshit; it really is.

For example, the other day, when we were talking about how George is always talking to Kate like, "Oh, Kate, I'm your type aren't I? If it weren't me, you'd fancy me wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?" (Another sign of insecurity). Kate later told me that she was talking to her friend, Andy, who is bisexual, and who finds George attractive (which he acts creeped out by, but he totally loves that he can be attractive to both sexes).

Anyway, she told Andy that he's attractive until he opens his mouth.

The day I told that to Leah, we were talking on the bus about the possibility of some really annoying guy we know become attractive, and that if he did, would be date him.

I quoted Kate and said, "He'd be attractive until he'd start talking" Leah waited about 13 seconds to announce that that was what Kate said about George; the words that popped into my mind were: you. retard.

I, very smoothly if I say so myself, calmly explained that she said she'd be attracted to him if it weren't him. I left it at that, and I really, truly believe George would've bought it if Leah hadn't oh-so-unsubtlely smirked mischievously at me. That annoys me about Leah; she likes to cause little chaoses and she likes drama. Sometimes it feels like she wants life to be as glamorous and exciting as an episode of Gossip Girl.

When we got off the bus, then I said bluntly, "You retard." She giggled and said helplessly, "I didn't mean it." And I just could have slapped her because it's all just a bunch of bollocks.

And it's always like this. It was like this when she "accidentally" told Sara that Kate hated her when Kate was only miffed, thus making that a lie, and they were becoming civil again, and Sara looked like she could've cried. It's like this when she has a "fight" with Kiel, which, I'm sorry, are the most pointless things in existence, even more than mosquitoes.

Eurgh.

On a lighter note, I'm sort of watching The Road to El Dorado, from Dreamworks Studios. I adore this film. It's definitely one of my favourite films of all time; it most definitely was back when I was seven, and I realised how much I truly love it now.

It really shows how good animation can be. I mean, some of the sequels to Disney films are just so poorly animated to the point where it's painful, and the dialogue is just a mess. I was watching El Dorado as I ate my dinner, and I still laughed and gushed with pride at its brilliance.

I mean, I think Tulio is handsome and charming and cute, but Miguel is so, so, so KEWWWWWWWWWWWWWT. LIEK AH MA GAWD I LOE HIM!!!11. Like that cute; the one where when you talk about him you stop making sense. So I'd so chose Miguel, and not only because Tulio has the girl.

God Miguel's top is so puffy and majestic.















Look at his cute lil' puffy red shirt. And his smile. And his little banjo, guitar thing. Look at him and fall madly in love with him.

I think I'll write a character for him because him being alone is so sad and he doesn't deserve it.


Majestic picture of Miguel:

















God I love this film so much. It's clearly an underrated classic.

Gonna go now; can't be bothered to type anymore.

XOXO.

bleh.

Lauren: "You have to write about me because I'm standing here and you love me." Done and dusted.

Gah, I'm grounded atm because I shouted at my mother, well, I guess I just raised my voice, which I guess ticks her off. What you gonna do.

Therefore, won't be blogging 'til tomorrow, when I'm un-grounded.

Hm. It's raining today and that makes me restless, tired, and in a bad mood. Maybe that's because I had to listen to George ramble on about shit though, so yeah. He and Leah had the most pointless argument on the bus today; they were arguing whether 'Flood' is a new or old Escape The Fate song. Leah said it was old because it came out ages ago, while George claimed it was new because it was off their latest album. I really didn't give a shit who I could've stabbed first.

I miss blogging.

XOXO.

PS. Shout out to Elisabeth, who is now following me (I really wish that didn't sound so stalkerish every time). I'll link her in later, because school computers are retarded and don't like me. Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

quickie (that's so kinky).

Just a quick blog because I really should be wrapping Kate's birthday present, doing my French homework, but most importantly, doing my German, because that is due in tomorrow.

Oh well, luckily I'm good at German, so that won't take too long. I'll probably end up doing it tomorrow in form.

Today was exhausting. I've been getting little sleep because of the sleepover on Saturday, which wrecked my sleep pattern. So I couldn't sleep properly on Sunday night, so I was just to 'meeeehhh' on Monday. Monday night, I couldn't get to bed for ages either.

Conclusion: I've been feeling rough for about 3 days now.

Reason: Lauren, Sophie and Kate sleeping over on Halloween.

Fortunately for them, it was exceeding hilarity, so I won't kill them. I just reminisced on that night, and I feel like eating ice cream. I specifically bought 4 pots of Ben and Jerry's, and I was the only one that ate any.

Whatever, I went as a gothic Alice, as in, from da wonderland.

Picture time!


Kate's gothic Dorothy on the left, and I'm on the right (your right, not mine in the picture).

So yeah.

Today was kind of a blur though.

I got on the bus today and the attractive guy was running. I started a little daydream where I hold the bus for him and he asks me to go out on a date. He even jokes, "I won't miss the bus, so I won't be late I swear." I'm not clichéd I swear.

But, there was a queue in front of me, so there was no need for holding the bus.

Besides that, my lessons were as they usually were; science was funny, but only because Kate was there; I finished my ICT work, so I had virtually a half hour of free time doing fuck all on the computer; then in History I realised that Mr. Phillips is so, so kewt.

His little role plays make me laugh, and today they were about Joseph Smith, I think it was, the supposed prophet that founded Mormon-ism? Anyway, it was entertaining.

Then we went on to talk about Brigham Young, the other guy who later became a leader because Smith had his bucket kicked by a mob (ooh, kinky? actually, that's gang rape. rape is not kinky). Turns out the dude had like, 55 wives.

As we all stared at the picture on the whiteboard in disbelief, he suggested that it was the 'long beard'. Somehow I don't believe it's the longness of his beard that made him popular wit da laydes, I was about to say. But I don't think Becca, who was sitting next to me, would have found it funny.

I think I had Maths next and then RE, which were ok I guess, but they always are.

My life is just an explosion of adequacy, which sucks; it should be spontaneous and quirky and exciting. Like sex with Kate.

And now I need to wrap and shit, so I'm gonna stop because otherwise I'm gonna get even shittier sleep than I have been getting this past few days. And that's great, no?

Tallyho.