For everything else, there's mastercard

Well, this weekend has been interesting to say the least. Monday was started off at eight o'clock, my annoying alarm bleeping at me, saying "C'mon, up time! London soon!" I managed to get to the station for ten to eleven, getting on the eleven o'clock train. The ticket guy came through half-way through the train journey and didn't even notice me; this was fine by me, as I was reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and didn't want to stop reading, thank you very much.


I got to London without trouble, although I was waiting for about ten minutes for Gremlin. She was dying of heat in her barely-there dress, and I was sure my spine was shrinking from my bag; so we made a pit-stop at her hotel-like-four-story-house. "Bloody hell" I thought, Ron-Weasley style (Yes, I've been reading too much Harry Potter). After changing into the shoes of win which ate my feet (Which're now in my vair messy bedroom), we traipsed around Camden for goodness knows how long, waiting for the BrokeNCYDE gig to start.

Needless to say, the gig was win; Gremlin got her leg signed by Mr Nice Mohawk and MC Cripz; the latter of which would've gladly had her in the sack, I know it. But, of course, that day came to an end and the Tuesday passed just as quickly. Wednesday was bleak, and Thursday was depressing. It was my 16th birthday, and I opened my presents on my own, only to have Hannah call for me at ten to nine, so we could go to school and get our GSCE results. Blah, blah, blah, yadda yadda...

Saturday. Otherwise known as "Yesterday" or "The day Misa and Pie made out... a lot."
Cut short, I had a birthday picnic; Alice in Wonderland style. I was "modern" Alice, with baggy jeans, blonde wig and black shirt. We all looked awesome dressed up, as you will see in the pictures below. Much banter went on, mainly in the way of a one-way food fight (Apparently, not even flying pork pies could distract Misa and I from one another). The fact Misa took a liking to my neck is still physically obvious, in the form of a rather cute love-bite. Yes, I think love-bites are sexy/cute/hawt, so sue me.


Misa and I, campaining.


The Queen of Hearts.


Ironically enough, these two ended up getting off

It's supposed to be lucky

Hello followers, friends, lovers and stalkers. Well, in my last blog I mentioned a particular Misa; well, we had a bit of a row a coupla days ago and it looked like we weren't friends anymore. But that has been reconciled & we seem to be all okay. I can't say the same for Gremlin, though (She knows who she is). I would feel sorry for her, but I don't think she even feels sorry for herself :')

Well, Wednesday had been a slow one. Well... it was untill I got a text from another friend (Right, she's 28, so for the sake of laziness we'll call her Mom.. since she practically is) saying "I'll be in town in fourty-five minutes." Taking that as my que to meet her, I grabbed my belongings and made a beeline to the gate "AW, FUCK," was my proclamation when I realised it was locked. But, not to fear, coss my mad ninja skillz kicked in. I clambered up on my bin, and sat on my gate (Yis, the top of it, fgt). And with a swift jump, a small thud, and a shout of "SKILL!" I was over with nothing less than a little graze on my butt.

Well, the journey there was boring, me buying Relentless was boring, the shopping was boring (for people to read, anyway, you wouldn't understand half of it) so I'll skip to the exciting part; DINNER. Okaaay, it doesn't sound exciting, but you don't know Mom like I do. Well, we went to this little restaurant-thing called Chopsticks. As you probably guessed, it's a Chinese place. And they do, like, American-style Chinese in the take-out boxes. So we got a coupla these and went to sit on a bench out side.

And I swear, a Chinese guy can hear Chopsticks breaking from over a thousand miles away. Oh god, that sounds really racist. What I mean is, whilst we were sat there, about ten Chinese guys walked by us (Three of which spoke to us O.o). I've just realised I skipped forward in time about fifteen minutes... So.. returning to fifteen minutes before...

"Hi Pie!" Kez yelled, sitting with two people I didn't recognise and one I did. We'll call him Rick. Well, a coupla months ago Rick and his cronies decided to flour bomb me (Homophobic attack, how nice). Well, I said hi back to Kez, which was quickly followed by a "Shut the fuck up, Pie, you fat bitch" from the lovely Rick. Well, as I mentioned before, there's a reason I'm reffering to my 28-year-old-friend as 'Mom'. "Piss off, Rick." I growled at him. Well, at the mention of his name, Mom has done a 180 turn and was shooting daggers at him "Oh, you're Rick?" She hissed at him, "You know the next time I find out you've done anything to my mate.. You're gonna be in big trouble!"

Yes, we realise how pathetic "big trouble" sounded, but I could see Moms veins straining and knew she just wanted to kick him in the head a few hundred times with her brand new shoes. So, with a slight shuffle to get her moving, I turned my head and glared at Kez whilst she was protesting Rick's innocence, "He didn't do it, it was A & B". I know very well who the feck did it, you little bitch; And you're supposed to be a friend >_>
Well, all in all, that has been my life up till now summed up, coss feck all has happened the past two days. Sigh...

Everything is as it's not

Righto, it's Monday if memory serves me correct. And with that fact I can say that precisely two days ago, I found a theme for my birthday picnic (Being violently ill on the actual day of my birthday to avoid the aforementioned meal is not a theme, merely a plan)
And the theme is: Alice in Wonderland. Wanna know whyyyy? Coss I'm a big kid.

Plus, what's not to love about such a twisted fairy tale? Especially if you've seen Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland (If anyone can find an English subbed version, let me know!). The thought came to a friend of mine (we'll call her Effy) whilst I was sitting with her and another friend (We'll call him JJ) on the benches near the town bus station, waiting for two more friends (Freddie and Panda).

I think we were discussing films, and were saying that Tim Burton is going to be releasing another live-action version of the classic tale. And then Effy was like "Why don't you do that?" And ... well... the rest is history, really.

With a bit of luck, I should be having a crazy Scottish-American come join us, and her sort-of girlfriend (We will call them Southie and Misa). I've not actually met Southie or Misa IRL as of yet, but that will be changing hopefully come the 30th of August. Yep, the 30th of August will be an awesome, butt-kickin', Wonderlandful day.

Rum, rape & a boat full of yuri

Well, I finally got my own cut of the house keys (I say finally, I did have a set, but I lost them e.e), meaning I can now go out without my father throwing a hissy fit at me for leaving the back gate open.
Downside? I have nowhere to go, seeing as no one's replying to my messages. Ah well, cest la vie. I only have to wait 'till tomorrow to get started on shopping for my birthday presents (another reason I loathe, hate and abhore this time of year. There's no fun in knowing what you have already).

Aaaanyway, it's now 13 days until I finally become legal. I'll be going to London in 10 days to stay round my friends house (we'll call her Gremlin) & go to see BrokeNCYDE (Second time this year :D), so for my actual birthday, I'm not having a big party. Instead, I'm going to have either a teddy bears picnic or a fancy dress picnic (Most ridiculous outfit/plushie wins a prize). I've decided something childish since it's completely opposite to whats "expected" of a sixteen-year-old (:

Well, I haven't done invites or anything, I'm merely asking people if they fancy coming along. Last night I asked the girl I consider my little sister, and got the reply "Sorry, I'm going to someone else's birthday party. She's more of a friend, anyway." Thanks, little sis.

Dining with the Enemy

In exactly fifteen days it will be my sixteenth birthday.
Most nearly-sixteen year olds would be excited by this; their finally becoming legal blah, blah, blah. But for me, it'll be just another day. The only birthday I've ever gotten excited over was one exactly ten years ago. Yes, my sixth birthday was cause for celebration. Why? I spent it at Whacky Warehouse with my then-best-friends.

Surprisingly enough, a lot has happened in ten years time. For one, I'm now no longer allowed in most Whacky Warehouse's as I'm "too big". I've also descovered that sex, smoking, drinking and all other "grown up" things, are given too big a press. They're so mundane and boring. I'd much rather be able to run around playing kiss chase, tag and kirby than take a toke on a spliff and get high on a bench.

Well, actually, that's a lie. Either of those things I'd happily do. People always talk about how turning sixteen is like you becoming an adult.. Thing is.. I don't feel any different to how I normally do. Whilst I'm half-thinking about moving up to college, I'm still the girl I was ten years ago who wants to go out and play tag and not care about hair, make-up, or muddy knees.

I suppose that whilst I'm not excited for my birthday, I'm not dreading it either.
The thing I am dreading (with all my heart, soul, and ounce of me) is the birthday meal my father's girlfriend seems to want me to go on. Now, as much as I get on with her, it's a completely different story for her daughters. One (we'll call her Rhi) hates my guts because she is a chav and I'm well.. I'm "not normal" to quote her. The other (we'll call her Lhi) seems to have no opinion on me, and generally doesn't care. As you may've guessed, I preffer Lhi to Rhi, but they're still both horrid.

And my father is insisting upon a birthday meal. With both of them. I'm sorry, father, but my birthdays are shitty enough without me having to spend them with people who verbally, physically and obviously hate me.