and then there was the morning after.

Wow, I really didn't mean to just post a blog without actually writing anything. I just pressed the enter button by accident and shit happened.

See? There I go again swearing. I really should try to widen my vocabulary. Like Kate. She has a pretty wide vocabulary.

Right, my train of thought is leaving me. Gyah, come back! Come baaack!

Ok, got it. Yay.

So yesterday was fun. Really, super fun.

I didn't really get to summarise the night because, well, it wasn't over yet, but now I sit here at 9:37am; obviously, it's morning and the night is literally over. I reckon I'll blog about the the rest of the day when I get home later, but for now, it's what we did yesterday *GAHSEMICOLON*.

Firstly, Lauren, Sophie and I, for some reason, sat in the kitchen drinking Orangade. I had the opposite feeling of deja-vu if you get me; it was like I had the sensation that I would be someone like this in the future. Y'know, gossiping over a cup of tea *coughFIZZYDRINKScough*.

So we spent about 45 minutes just talking about, well, nothing, I'm guessing, since nothing comes to mind at the moment. Apart from April. Because we are all fairly different people, but the one thing we have in common is our hatred for that girl.

Then we sat in Lauren's room 'cos we got kicked out of the kitchen. I didn't mind because I was sitting quite awkwardly on the bread cutting board, feeling quite guilty and uncomfortable. So that was fun. The fun is definitely silent *quote Meekakitty for about the 100th time in my life*.

Somehow -and I really do mean 'somehow'; I'm not just being lazy, I really don't remember-, we got onto taking pictures on the built-in camera on Lauren's tiny, tiny laptop.

Ah, I know that I was introducing Letterblox to Lauren and we were manically screaming when we lost, so I think Lauren thought that it was be funny to see pictures of our failures later on in life. Or maybe she just wanted to take pictures, who knows. I'm not Edward, I can't read minds *quoter Kate's blog. Yay*.

Eventually, we moved onto pictures with props, such as cool/dorky glasses and pigtails and gloves and just anything found in Lauren's room. I just went up there and it's so messy I laughed. Sorry, Lauren.

The pictures were awesome, but we were pretty drunk on air back then, so I probably thought I was an averagely attractive person.

I look so bad right now it's unreal. I hate mornings.

Anyway, we then went downstairs to do the Derren Brown thing, which didn't fucking work.

So, yeah, we just lazed around and at around one o'clock in the morning watched the VMAs. They really aren't that good to watch on TV. I mean, the people in the crowd look like they're having the time of their lives.

But sitting at home in the wee hours of the morning watching it just made my eyelids heavy. But, no, I'm not gonna summarise the VMAs because I am lazy and it's really just a slightly boring blur.

I guess the highlight was the NEW MOON TRAILER NUMBER THREE. I'll watch it repeatedly for the next few weeks and I'll be more excited about it then. I mean, I love Twilight -obviously, but it was just so early and I was so tired so I was kind of like, "Wow. Yay. I wonder how long it's gonna be. Oh ok. Over. Awesome. Amazing. Going to bed now."

So we watched about another twenty minutes of the VMAs and decided that sleep would be a beautiful thing to do then. And, oh God, it was.

But my neck really hurts 'cos I slept in an awfully weird position. I wanna wash my hair. So much.

Ooh, there was an airshow at school today, and that was pretty cool. I've never seen one before, like live. It was during the fire alarm.

Gawd, what to blog about I wonder. This is a shortish post. I do not approve.

But inspiration is gone and train of thought left the station to quietly I didn't even notice.

So, bye.

at lauren's.

I've decided to be lazy and not write into that post after all, since I'm in a completely different area/house, so yeah.

Just watched Derren Brown. Well, I say just but me and Lauren have been playing 'Letterblox' for about an hour. And winning 17 times btw. We are so awesome I swear.

Seriously, there are people in my class who are getting sent to hospital because of drinking and partying too much, and here I am with a practically pocket sized laptop on my lap on a Friday night.

I'm wearing Lauren's pijama bottoms, because my mum is annoying and dogdily (that's so spelt wrong) cut my overly long pijama bottoms, because they "dragged along the floor and spread dust around the house". Why does she care? I always end up sweeping the floor, even if it is my brother's job, anyway.

Anyway, Derren Brown was supposed to have 'glued me to my seat', but I got up just as easy as I would have done after the deranged video he showed. I think it's because deep down, my cynicalness won over.

I do believe that it could have worked on other people though, because it's not a magic trick, and it's more to do with psychology. I am interested in psychology, and am thinking about taking it for my A Levels, instead of German.

I realised this year that German is only easy mit ('with' in German) Ms. Marsh. I like Ms. Hodd's enthusiam and just general boisterous-ness, but so far she hasn't taught anything intirely focused on my GCSE's, whereas Ms. Marsh only talks about A*'s and et cetera.

I told Kate that I wouldn't blog today, but I'm taking advantage of the fact that everyone else is concentrating on the riveting episode of Criminal Intent, which, this time, is about NASA. Or maybe NSA, since that's what the sign just said.

But, yeah, this is the first blog I've done since July without Natalie in the background I think, which is weird. I thought that it would be impossible to be able to type without her rambling on about situations that I have mostly been through.

I had French and German just after the other, which was unsettling and confusing. My mind was all jumbled up with four different languages, which was awesome. Minus the awesome *Meekakitty quote*.

Lauren is currently debating with her mother, Jeanette, and her father, Chris, whether they are going up to bed now (11:53pm), or not.

They just protested and said that they are planning to watch all of the Lord of the Rings films. And I believe they are about three hours long each of something. If that's the case, and they do, I doubt we'll ever watch the VMAs.

I can't wait to see Kanye West act even more like a d*ckhead. I don't know why I put an asterix there, since I said 'fuck' in my other blog post. I would go back and backspace over it, but that would mean deleting this whole paragraph, and I want to beat Kate at longness of blogs, so I won't. Pretend I actually siad dickhead.

Oh, Chris just announced he's going to bed. He just asked if we're watching 'Wizards of Waverly Crescent'. That's funny, 'cos it's Waverly Place, but Lauren lives on Waverly Crescent. I get it.

I wonder how long this post is gonna be. I hope long enough to make Kate writhe in pain on the floor at the sheer brilliance of it. Well, I don't actually hope it hurts. That wouldn't be naice. Not at all.

Lauren is reading this over my shoulder. Well, I'm on the sofa and she kind of leaned over so that her head was sort of hovering over my lap.

We're re-watching parts of the Derren Brown thing. I, for some reason, hate to admit it, but he really is a clever man. He makes me want to learn more about psychology.

Chris is just gone up to bed, and I'm gonna help Lauren make ours -Sophie is here too btw. Don't know if I mentioned that, but I'm too lazy to proof-read.

Lauren is making the beds at my feet and I feel mean just typing away, so salut mon amie!

XOXO.

just bored, really.

Just feel like I should start my new blog post, so that I'm at least a leetle ahead of Keitou-chan.

I really dislike Facebook. Really. What's the big fuss about? It's just so overly and unnecessarily complicated with all the games that no-one really, really enjoys playing.

Those who play them in their spare time, have even less of a life than me. And that's saying something.

Ooh, my father just finished making bread in the bread machine we happen to have. It has seeds because my dad loves organicness more than he loves me.

Maybe I'll eat it with butter. Maybe I won't.

Who am I kidding? I only eat bread I don't like with butter. I'm a wuss and I don't being too ballsy when it comes to food I haven't eaten before. Mostly.

I mean, when I'm on holiday, I feel like I have to make the most of the money my parents are spending on this trip, so I try most things.

When I go to Japan, I'll eat fuck all. And by that I mean that I'll eat everything.

I say that because I know that 'fuck all' can be used to say, 'everything' or 'nothing'. Whatever. I lost the game.

God, I haven't lost the game in forever. Or at least that's what it feels like.

I really need to go have the bread in a second, and by 'second' I mean now. So this'll be one of those blogs with an asterix to show the next half has been written in a later time period. Besides, Criminal Intent is on.

So screw y'alls.

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out-blogging kate.

Yes, it just has to be done.

Seriously, I feel ashamed that she has more posts than me -I've had a blog for longer. Oh, the shame.

No, I'm really just happy someone reads my blog, especially Kate, whose mind I always get a tiny little glimpse into. Which reminds me, she probably hasn't written in that for a long time. That makes me sad.

God, I should really stop watching Natalie whilst writing blogs, seeing as they are SO DAMN DISTRACTING. GAWD.

So, I had multiple thoughts today about what to write into this blog, but now it's just crept out of my mind very, very sneakily. So, go figure.

Well, I know that I decided to use my Peter Pan ff for some good (ie. For my English original writing). Seriously, I really like that ff and I think it's probably one of the best I've written, like ever. I really like my character, Harriet, and her chemistry with Peter is actually so noticeable.

I asked Mr. Berry if I could copy Kate and do ff for my creative/original writing, like how she re-wrote Beauty and the Beast. He said I could, and a rush of relief just washed over me completely -because, fanfiction, I can so do.

Really, just ask Ben or Kate or any of the overly beautiful and fantastic people who review my stories positively. Or even un-positively (blegh, just realised that should be 'negatively'), because constructive criticism is good! *cheesy thumbs up and wink*.

*

Just had dinner.

I was a guinea pig to my Dad's new spontaneous recipe type thing. He made salmon, with peas and spinach. It was rather nice and I ate it all really quickly.

Then, I had creams and strawberries. I say that because I drowned my strawberries completely in that deeleesheeus cream. God, how am I underweight? It just doesn't compute at all.

Kate just came online and she likes my picture. So do I. I just love the 'Brightness/Contrast' button sooo much. It makes me smile like crazy. That's a lie. It's just a really happy smile.

God, I realised today how much I think about the Quantum Physics guy.

To all you pervs, I'm sorry, I'm taken. I met an extremely attractive guy with shaggy blonde curly hair that was kind of leaning to dreads -well I say met, but I spoke to him once and waved very dorkily at him once.

Anyway, I casually mentioned to Kate that I love the expression, "She looked at me like I could juggle while explaining quantum physics."

Then, the guy, who we had so nonchalantly commented on his awesome hair, turned around and said, "I'm sorry, I just tuned into the last part of the conversation -did you just say you can juggle whilst explaining quantum physics?"

And after clearing up that situation, we crossed the road where he was also crossing and I waved like a retarded retard. Eurgh.

Anyway, my heart, I swear to God, was racing the whole time me and Kate walked to the station and whenever she talked about how his body language showed that he liked me too, something inside my chest tightened; it was like my heart was too fat for my ribcage *OMGSEMICOLON.*

But, whatever, I had an argument with myself with walking up the stairs of Cashman building.

It went the along the lines of:

"I could so base my English story on my situation with QPG (Quantum Physics Guy)."

"No. Because you don't love him."

"But I really like him."

"But you don't even know his name. You can't even whisper it in to the night -that's so lame."

"Hey, you're me. You like him too."

"No I don't."

"Yes you don't."

"No I don't. I don't think his hair is beautiful."

"Oh yeah (!) You don't wonder what it smells like either."

"Yep, totally. I don't want his blonde, shaggy, curly haired children or anything."

"I so know what you mean (!) Me neither."

"... I miss him."

"Yeah, me too."

So, both of me agree now that I'd so have, all five, of his gorgeous children. Jus' sayin'.

My father and brother are both watching that film Martin Lawrence with Raven Symoné. It's like, called College Road Trip or something. It seems ok.

Brenda Song is in it as well, and I really do love her. Or, just really like her a whole lot. Whatever. She seems like nice people, and I would be friends with her.

HOLY JEEBUS. I am listening/kind-of-watching Natalie and she just said that she wacthes Grey's Anatomy.

Me and Natalie can sooo be besties now. I love Grey's. More than I should, probably. But not likely. I'm sure I love Grey's just the perfect amount.

That's a lie -I would so have sex with Dr. Sloan.

Well, never mind. She didn't say Grey's Anatomy. Fuck.

Btw, here's a lame joke:

"What did Sushi A say to Sushi B? Wasabi!"

Isn't that just the epitome (I love the word) of awesome? Seriously.

I'm really just dragging this blog along so that it's so much longer than Keitou-chan's. Problem is, that I don't know how long hers is gonna be.

I need more lame jokes to make this so much longer.

If I were Meekakitty, I'd do some lip synching, but I can't really do that with a blog. At all. C'est impossible.

Maybe, I should do some song lyrics?

Nah, can't be bothered.

And this blog is just getting ridiculously long now, and I really don't mean that I want to out blog Kate. I just say it as a joke. I enjoy reading her blog, and I prefer ff to blogging anyday.

BECAUSE I CAN WRITE SELF-INSERTS AND MAKE 'ME' HAVE SEX WITH ANYONE I WANT NANANANANANA /NNN.

I guess you could say that she's the inspiration and motivation for this post, so I love her more than most things I love. So, yes.

Bye bye bye bye bye my almost lover.

watching vlogs and blogging.

Hi *little wave*.
Sorry, been watching that Natalie, and, like Meekakitty, she's contagious. BLAAGH.
But yes, life has seem to taken a slight liking to me, thus deciding I'm not such a douchebag after all, thus my life not sucking so much.

School started recently, and most of my lessons I am accompanied by either Leah, Kate, Lauren, George etc. Except for IT, where we have a seating plan, but that's ok -I don't talk to anyone in IT anyway, even in Year Nine.

Well, I suppose only Kate is going to be reading this blog, but I'll talk as if more people are reading this anyway, instead of just directly talking to her. Maybe pervish old men are reading this, in which case, I hope they like my writing.

I lost teh game (the 'teh was done purposely).

Today was fun, and I laughed a lot (or is it 'alot'? See! The computer just put a little red line underneath, but my Engreesh teachers tell me that's how it spelt).

That's mainly owed to the likes of Leah, Kate and Jacob I guess. Since, Olivia like, died or something (ie. Went to sit with some boys I don't know the names but know the faces of).

Gawd, I suck at blogging. Seriously. I write too many words wrong and I just can't type what I think all the time; there's just too much. *AHMAGEDSEMICOLON*.

Apparently I blog like a talk -does that mean I talk so uninteresting-ly?

I actually love just listening to vlogs I've already seen. Particularly Meekakitty because I'd go gay for her. Not really, but I actually love her so much. KYAH! KATE! SHAKE A BABY.

I wrote that at the exact same time that I heard her say it.

Wow, I so have a good life. Just not any life -a good life. I lie. I'm sorry. My life sucks BAWLS.

Have you noticed that when people say 'bowels', it sounds like they're saying 'balls' in a retarded accent/voice. Jus' sayin'.

Wow, that is the second time I've started a paragraph with 'wow'. Anyway, wow, there is an unfinished word document opened and it's sitting on my start bar thing, and it's screaming:

"FINISH MEEEEEEE."

"But I have no inspeerashun!" *cries in a corner and cultivates mushrooms.*

KYAH, VIC MIGNOGNA.

Wow (third), I had to think about that before writing it. I love him, but I don't think I'd marry him. Mainly because I'd have to pause before writing my full name or having to spell it out, and be reminiscing on the days when it was just: "Cress. With a 'k'."

No, I'm joking, really. I love Vic, but I have the slightest suspicions that he's either: a) gay or b) married. Or all of the above, whatever. I still love him madly. *CALL MEE.*

I've noticed how I've sprinkled the asterix actions quite generously across this post. Hm.

Also, that I've been careful to write my 'I's as capitals and using all the grammar correctly, thus contradicting my first ever blog post. I'm sorry world *cough KATE cough*.

Yay, Natalie.

What I like about her is that she talks about situations I've been in, because they're so relatable, even if she's like, 20 years old. Wow, I want her 'Epic Win' t-shirt. It's awesome. And her 'FTW' one.

Her little roleplays are really cool too. They make me giggle.

Kate is a whore and won't read my blog. Because she says I smell. So, all you pervs, go to her house and tell her I smell like beautiful.

So, I think that's it. Imma go bathe because me and hygiene are BFFs. Really. Seriously.

XOXO, Mel.

woo. third post. and no-one cares.

maybe i'll show this blog to kate. maybe she'll appreciate it. who knows.

went to the beach today again, and had a blast.

i am quite proud of myself for being, practically, an expert on ocean safety.

seriously, my friends do not know when to duck, or when to go over a wave.

sara asked me how i knew when to do so.

"it's common sense." i had replied, my tone leaning towards a scoff. i didn't mean to be rude, but it just seems so obvious to me.

didn't drown once, and my face is slightly tinged with sunburn. it doesn't sting, but it looks like i have a permanent blush. i'm secretly thrilled, because blushing reminds me of shoujo, and in shoujo, blushing girls always get cute guys.

i just noticed that if i stop typing for a bit, blogger automatically saves my post as a draft. which is convenient and thoughtful of it, i guess.

hm. i wanna finish my haruhi fanfic, but i have nothing to write. besides, the way it's going now, it's kinda going towards a sex scene. i am not comfortable with writing lemons, especially when i have actually never experienced sexual intercourse.

ah, what to do, what to do.

my father has just decided to be a douche, and has just said that i need to go upstairs in ten minutes.

ooh, new criminal intent; i can tell by the new theme tune. it's more badass.

hm. what are we gonna do about swine flu? anyone? feel free to comment. seriously. i have no life.

imma go now, um criminal intent zu sehen.

XOXO.

wow.

seriously.
haven't even thought about this blog in so long.

kyah. last day of year nine today.
woo, summer holidays.

finale-fucking-ment, if you know what i mean.

why is it that the last few days of the school year seem to drag on by without a care in the world? do you think they really know the anguish they cause me?

went to the beach today. went into the sea. in my uniform.

got soaking wet (nah, really? water gets you wet?), and had to wear a jumper with nothing on underneath. luckily, i had gone into the sea with my short, and so i could change back into my skirt and tights, in order to get the bus with some dignity.

my hair is 95% free of seaweed. took a long time, but it was worth it. obvs.

i'm tired now. so bye to no-one.