The red in bubbleshooter is eeevvviiilll.
Hehe. Anticlimax ftw?
I’m such a dork.
Talking about being a dork, who’s excited for the next harry potter movie? I AM! I don’t even know why. I never really like the movies. I think maybe there is just a part of me that is made of geek and demands all that is thestral and hagridish to be worshipped.
Oh no, but the movie I really want to watch is ‘the Curious Case of Benjamin Button’ the music on the trailer rocked and when I watched it I felt insanely jealous. That is exactly the type of story I would love to write. None of my ideas are original. I make them original (or pathetically attempt to) with my crazy messy fragmented writing style. But meeeh. I’m 18. I’ll get there sooner or later. I’ve wanted to write a story about someone who could listen to what furniture has to say since I was like 1
4 but then my sister said she had already read a story about that and I was like uuuurrrggghhhh.I’ve also wanted to write a story set in the future, just for the setting. To invent the mannerism, the slang, the fashion, the history, the diseases, the geography. I would make people bisexual and bald. Heh can you imagine? Sitting at the back of a cinema filled with bald people, the reflection of the movie bouncing off skin at a million angles. You would be able to watch the movie, albeit upsidedown, on the head of the person one row under and if you turn your head just right- oh my god what are harry and draco DOING?!!?
Haha I wish. No seriously I do. Ginny is far too cute. The main character should be with someone with a million flaws. Like Draco. Flaws are sexy. As long as they are balanced with virtues obviously. I’m not going to coo “oh a psychotic killer! Come get me, big boy!” But yeah. For any boys reading; don’t try and desperately hide your dorky flaws. It makes you look like a dick, and FYI, girls and gay men only like ONE type of dick.
...hmm, how did I get onto this topic? I don’t know but it’s going to be wrapped up with the fact that I love Mr Darcy and his puppy eyes of doom. The way he says iloveyou is wet and pouring like the rain.
Talking of H to the 2 to the O, the last morning in Spain rocked. After a night of not sleeping (psh, obviously, sleeping the last night there) Paloma Sara Laura Lola Me said goodbye to my parents and group-hugged my brother as I kind of had to hold back tears when they left cause it was the first time they did that. Stupid Cardiff. But yeah. After that we took a walk and arrived at Ponc’tan (which is what we named an odd field of tall plants we could wade through, but is really the name of Issun’s village in the game Okami) and because I hadn’t slept that night or
the previous, almost, I had a little more crazy inside than usual, which translated into me running madly through the field feeling like I could howl at any second. I like those moments. I’m filled with a sort of animal energy inside and it feels as if I can run for ever and ever. I think I would make a good lioness. I would like hunting, if I didn’t have an annoyingly active conscience. I mean not as a human, but as an animal, purely for food. The thrill, the chase, the running, the power. All in a very non-human way.I fail at being normal, hah. Probably why people look at me in a very strange way when I say “I wouldn’t mind eating human. Just to see”.
Hmm....that looks very strange written down. Maybe I should stop admitting that...?
But yes, we ran through the field and the velvety leaves were so wet that when I stumbled out of the green it looked as if my bottom half had been completely dipped in water.
And then Laura drove with me to the airport and in the queue we were laughing so hard every five seconds that her Dad said we were embarrassing ourselves. Our laughter boomed across the giant, packed room and it was nice. Haha I’m laughing right now remembering it. Seriously we would.not.stop.laughing.
Like the night before the last, which was mostly spent in the kitchen, Laura Guille Me. We were both watching my brother play Oblivion and laughing madly as things attacked him whilst I simultaneously wrote out a story plan for ‘The Year of the Iron’. (Marina writing a story plan!!?!?! Sockhorror!). I don’t know if people will get the title is an unfunny parody on things like ‘the year of the horse’. Little Doggy did you get it?
And then whislt doing this Laura suddenly pointed out that dawn was breaking and I craned my neck to see through the window when I caught sight of the shard of redorangepink lodged in the horizon and started shouting “IT’S RED IT’S RED” which logically meant we had to run to the water reservoir as soon as possible. And so we did. We sprang into action, peed, got some jackets and shoes on, I snatched my camera and we made a run for it. It was only a little embarrassing when I ran ahead to snap the sunset up and got caught running like a retard by a worker in the farm. He was skinny and walking slowly and looked at me with faint surprise as I sprinted, laughing hysterically with my tongue out like some spastic dog. I saw him, stopped laughing abruptly and quickly put my tongue back in my mouth. Smooth.
But the water reservoir didn’t have a good sight of the redness and we kept running, me ahead again and laughing hysterically when I heard Laura say “I can’t do this, I can’t-” And then screaming all the way down the side of the water reservoir, which was followed by an exclamation of “I’m going to throw up!” said in a very funny Spanish saying.
Oh I love her.
Geh, I don’t like the word love. It’s too commercialised. Every time its mentioned I think of cheesey romance novels and films that end with a kiss and pink valentine cards. . I wish every time I said the word LOVE I would be censored and the softest key of a grand piano or the length of a harmonica would play instead.
I {} you
But do you know who I {}? My family. Truly, unconditionally. I have such a totally awesome family. The best family in the world. I mean my friends are also the best in the world, but I chose them and they chose me. But my family is made of luck. So even though only one member of it reads this I dedicate every single one of them
This
And leave that to replace the L word.
Anyway, I don’t know how this blog even got so long. It was supposed to be the first four sentences. I think I should go finish my essay now.
...There really is only one thing left to say.
