hellzabeth

Request: Could you tell us New Zealand's gender? Boy or girl?
Reply: Mmm, I wonder which...



TROLLMARUYAS GONNA TROLL AKJSKHFGDKHGKD





Though confirmed Brit Brows ftw.

Fuuuuck.

It is 3:30am.

I have work in precisely 3 hours.

I can't sleep at all because I overslept until 2pm this morning/afternoon.

Fuck, what is my body clock. This is an insane sleeping pattern and I have shit to do tomorrow.

Crap crap crap what do I do. I could pull an all nighter but then by 10am I'd be tired and have to go to sleep, and then at 3pm I have to go see my sister's performance, and then at 6 I have to go back to work again because Kirsty got fucking fired for being a stupid bint and forgetting she had a fucking job aaaaaarrrgggh.

I am so frustrated I can't even.

I'm not even tired.

Gaaaaah holy shit holy shit holy shit

Someone got murdered outside Nena's house.

I mean that's awful for that person and all but now I'm freaking out over Nena's safety and- she's rather calmly just told me she was in the front room at the time so she was no less than 10 meters away from said murderer-

Holy shit, just, ahhhhhh

my mind's going through all kinds of fucked up scenarios I wish it wouldn't

Fuck.

Calm down Pidge, calm. Nena locks her door. Nena has a baseball bat.

Paranoiaparanoiaparanoia

I'm grounded.

With no computer for at least 3 days.

Fuck my life.

( Gorey details under here. )

Family Ties is officially on Hiatus for the next two weeks.

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We're kind of weird in England in that, unlike all the other popular and "big" countries in the world, we never needed to declare independence because more often than not we were off enslaving adding to the harem rapidly and brutally colonising conquering other countries.

We have St George's day which is an understated affair. >> To put it mildly. Most people don't notice it exists.

Though Nena is going to drag me across the channel to the continent to see France's Bastille Day, which should be fun and laughs. WORLD'S BIGGEST PICNIC 8DDDD And the Eiffel Tower, ohohohon.

Oh yeah, and a little rant coming your way, flist. Move on if you are uninterested in my personal life.~

( tl;dr, I hate bureaucracy. )

That's why I've been getting up late and missing the bus recently.

MY FUCKING ALARM CLOCK HAS DIED!

Granted, it is about 7 years old and I don't think I've changed the batteries in all that time and it did get a lot of abuse from me and maybe I need a new one at this point BUT.

Now my teacher is going to kill me, because I've missed her lesson... AGAIN.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...







Is that an England themed teacup set?




Wait, I don't have the money until Friday.









....uuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Everything bad happens to me in January. No offense, Nena. Your birthday doesn't count.

Ladies and gentlemen (I.e. Nemo)

Welcome.

To the coursework clusterfuck.

English Language:
1: Must redo and redo some more of the first half of my coursework, preferably before we start on the second half next week.
2: Must start researching for coursework that starts next week.
3: Find something hard to hit my head on while Alison talks about the same bloody things she talked about last lesson.

English Literature:
1a: REDO LAST YEAR'S COURSEWORK BECAUSE IT WAS A LOAD OF FUCKING BULLSHIT WHY DID I EVEN SUBMIT THAT ARRRRRGH
1b: Re-read all of last year's topic books, in order to actually do item 1a.
1c: Try not to make my teacher hate me.
2: Do this year's coursework. And make it the most awesome thing known to man or God.
3: Read Brideshead Revisited cover to cover, rather than getting bored once Sebastian buggers off to France.

Arrrrrggggghhhh.

So much pressure and it's mostly my fault anyway but arrrrrrrrrgh.

So glad I do not have coursework for RS.

Fuck.

Does anyone, anyone at all, know a prominent linguist that studied language in advertising. Google and the library fail me.

And I'm sick to death of these adverts I crave a coca cola so hardcore right now I don't even aaaaaarrrgh.

In other news, Hinamizawa week at the Facility is going to be FUCKING AWESOME. Bloooooood will be everywhere.

The rain outside is like a solid wall of water, I swear. It's almost impressive-

Jenny Assbitch just came into our class.

Someone lock her in the supply cupbord. Quick.

I love how the feeling of hatred seems to be mutual for everyone who has ever been taught by her.

I hope she suffocates in her sleep.

I'm such a nice person, aren't I?

And now, I return to work.