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I just spent half an hour writing a blog post. I realised it was boring and deleted it. I'm making a promise to myself to never write about  boring, everyday things ever again. I will probably break that promise, but there's no harm in trying to be less mundane.

I'm boring!

I've just realised how boring I've become.
I was reading through old blogs from like a year ago and they were a lot more interesting and they were written better... I think it must be because of the lack of alcohol, nicotine, caffeine and whatnot. I haven't been drunk since early Febuary (still refusing to spell that correctly...), so obviously that's made my life a lot less interesting! I haven't been legally drunk yet, which is just weird considering I've been eighteen for just over five months! I haven't smoked since like June or July or something. I'm still consuming small amounts of caffeine from diet coke and tea and stuff, but it's been many moons since I last had a can of red bull or red devil... In fact, I'm pretty sure the last can of red bull I remember consuming is the super-huge can I consumed to make myself need to pee enough to take the pregnancy test in Febuary. I've definitely changed a lot since then.

So yeah... I think it all comes down to lack of substances. I'm just not myself anymore... Well, technically I'm more myself. I don't like it at all. I'm just an uber boring version of me. There's a hole somewhere inside me that needs to be filled with stuff that's probably bad for it.

I think I'm broken. I hope it's all down to lack of stuff... If it turns out to be because I'm growing up or something, I'm not sure how I'll fix it. Seven weeks left until I can attempt to fix myself (responsibly of course)... Can't wait!

Boringnessss

I'm writing this because I need to update this blog because it's been over a week, so excuse the probable boringness of it all.

I can't be bothered with anything. I would quite like to have a nap, but there's hoobloads of plinky plonky music in my head that's making nappage impossible. Meep. There's so much I need to do anyway. I have to sort out some financial things (fill in 2 forms, send them off, work out how much money i've spent in the last 2 days, go to a cash machine, give my grandmother the money I owe her and work out how much money I'm allowed to spend tonight) and fix my hair (which involves bleaching it, having a hissy fit over the fact it didn't turn out light enough, possibly trimming it a bit due to sizzleifiedness, dying it pink and making it look less stupid and... floppy). I have to do all that before 7pm.

I shouldn't have gone out lastnight. I had 2 vodka and cokes, which is like my weekly alcohol ration. I'm going out tonight too, so should have really just have had coke yesterday. I'm going to end up just drinking coke tonight, but I need to remember my ID anyway! XD

Found a dead hedgehog outside the graveyard on my way home lastnight. It saddened me. I don't think I've ever seen a hedgehog that was actually alive! I'd love to see one one day.
Oh, and whilst walking past Varsity, there was a magical yet annoying moment when I was walking past all the people smoking outside. It was like... fresh air... it was amazing... but it just made me realise how much I wanted a fag of my own. I miss smoking.

Anyhow... Even though I have no mynadd whatsoever, I'm gonna go feed Morrissey his medicine and do all the shit I have to do! Hoobletoodledoo.

Such an eventful day...

So here I am once again posting twice in one day. It's not that I have no life... I just have no life outside the internet.

Today has been interesting in the dullest way possible. After being repeatedly attacked by my CD holding thingy, I decided my head hurt like a cock in a pencil sharpener and that sleep was futile, and henceforth decided to get out of bed. Upon getting out of bed, I was attacked by a few more inanimate objects and cautiously made my way downstairs to get some cake. The cake was good, but somewhat unsatisfying. I turned on Rufus and my day began properly.
I willingly watched Star Trek for the first time in my life... Only 5 minutes and 11 seconds of it though, but still- that's hoobloads of Star Trek. I still have the tab open and I intend to watch more whenever I can drag myself away from blogging and stuff.
I've blogged a lot today. I did a stupidly long, boring thing about my pets, which I spent way too much time messing around with and fucked it up more times than I care to remember. It was rather frustrating, but at least I fixed it enough for it to not look as stupid as it did! I then reaquainted myself with LiveJournal. It took me ages to remember my password, and in the end it turned out I actually have at least two LJ accounts (here and here if you are interested). I think I'm starting to get used to LJ again, but I definitely think this place is more user-friendly!
I took some photos today and finally managed to get a few photographs of Doris! Twas quite an achievement. I uploaded some stuff onto my Flickr account too. Nothing interesting, but I had a nice time messing around with photos! It's kind of unnerving how Flickr always knows exactly what camera you used though! Makes me feel as though Flickr is stalking me. Terrifying thought... It's like being on Flickr makes them attatch tracking cookies to your actual body or something. o_O
Blahhhh- I have nothing interesting to say, so I'm going to go and try to restrain myself from blogging!

Hoobletoodledoooo! =D

Updateyness!

I haven't written anything in quite a while... In fact, I don't even think I've written anything yet in 2009! I'm going to start writing more... if I remember.

I quit school just over a month ago. I know I have a habit of quitting things and I was trying to kick the habit, but I didn't succeed. It just got so boring! I wish I hadn't quit though. Not doing anything is all good for a couple of weeks but after that it just gets boring. Not being in school is pretty much fucking up my life. I hardly ever see any of my friends and I'm once again back to being completely nocturnal. Meep. My life is back where it was a year ago. I'll find something to occupy my time with eventually... But I want to go back... I really want to go back! I miss the vending machine with all the Red Devil in it.

It's my 18th birthday in 19 days. I'm surprisingly unexcited. I don't want to grow up! There's also that really awkward thing about recieving presents. It's not that I hate getting new stuff, I just don't like the thought that people could have spent the money they spent on me on something they needed and I know I haven't done anything to warrant recieving presents anyway. I guess it's a weird guilt thing.

I really want to go to a different country... even if it's only for a couple of days (and no, I don't mean england!). The last time I left the UK was when I was 14. I went to Ypres and The Somme with school. It was pretty awesome... I think... All I really remember is that there were loads of awesome signs (see picture ^ up there somewhere), I got really cheap candyfloss from a little chocolate shop, the teachers fucked up the vegetarian meals one day so they just bought us a load of chocolate and we went in loads of graveyards. I really need to go somewhere! I'm so tempted to just bugger off to Paris one weekend... I'd hate to go alone though, so I probably wont.

I'll write again later when I have something more interesting to write.