bandwagon shenanigan

It's the anonymous bashing post that we all know & love. I'm a bit slow. But since I haven't met a lot of my "friend's list", I'm truly curious as to how I come accross on this here LiveJournal. And why I am even on your friend's list in the first instance. Tell me anonymously what you really think. IP logging has been turned off & comments will be automatically screened. Go!

hi, it's me again

Recent Obsessions & Endeavors include;- Jasper Goodall- French Toast (all I ended up with was a messy kitchen and some soggy bread?! I blame the French). Stick to regular toast, I say.- Overusing the 'oops'. I have broken 3 coffee mugs in the space of a week. A WEEK. & am tiring of replying to questions concerning ominous bruises with 'mm, dunno' (for i honestly do not know). Zero Balance + Zero Coordination = Bruise City. I wish I was more of a sensible-shoes kinda gal...- Growing out my eyebrows. There is a current presence of unattractive strips of stubble slap-bang on my forehead after my sister decided it would be a SPECTACULAR (exclamation mark) idea to pluck them for me. I did not care to witness sister's own, which were, lo & behold, non-existant.- Australia's Next Top Model (after having finished France & America). They are ALL munting, arrogant trollops. Fantastic.- Reading a lot. Namely, Victorian Ghost Stories. Ah, the days of spotty faces, leggings, dirty blonde hair & Goosebumps. I'm sure I was the only girl who actually read Point Horror rather than Point Romance. ROMANCE! Get a lyfe, it's all about blood & bad hair.- Re-writing/translating my CV (which is currently in french, er, so NOT useful right now).).- Accompanying Mother to view houses. The pink atrocity has finally been sold! Hip hip hooray.

hi, it's me again

Recent Obsessions & Endeavors include;- Jasper Goodall- French Toast (all I ended up with was a messy kitchen and some soggy bread?! I blame the French). Stick to regular toast, I say.- Overusing the 'oops'. I have broken 3 coffee mugs in the space of a week. A WEEK. & am tiring of replying to questions concerning ominous bruises with 'mm, dunno' (for i honestly do not know). Zero Balance + Zero Coordination = Bruise City. I wish I was more of a sensible-shoes kinda gal...- Growing out my eyebrows. There is a current presence of unattractive strips of stubble slap-bang on my forehead after my sister decided it would be a SPECTACULAR (exclamation mark) idea to pluck them for me. I did not care to witness sister's own, which were, lo & behold, non-existant.- Australia's Next Top Model (after having finished France & America). They are ALL munting, arrogant trollops. Fantastic.- Reading a lot. Namely, Victorian Ghost Stories. Ah, the days of spotty faces, leggings, dirty blonde hair & Goosebumps. I'm sure I was the only girl who actually read Point Horror rather than Point Romance. ROMANCE! Get a lyfe, it's all about blood & bad hair.- Re-writing/translating my CV (which is currently in french, er, so NOT useful right now).).- Accompanying Mother to view houses. The pink atrocity has finally been sold! Hip hip hooray.

moche comme une coche

Jeeze Louise, traveldisaster.com. Last night was spent in Paris, alone, in the bathtub of an overpriced hotel (photo of my room, not taken by me. note cringe-tastic matching curtains and bedspread, eww). I was only meant to stop in Paris for an hour but getting from South of the city to the North by METRO with a colossal amount of baggage in such a short space of time was not going to happen was it now? Nay. I missed my train by 5 minutes, gutted. I had just spent my last euro on an Iced Tea & had no money w-h-a-t-s-o-e-v-e-r to even phone my Mum (my mobile was out of credit). Luckily this chap saw my sadface and offered to pay for a call to the parentals to tell them that I had no dosh & was stuck in Paris with no trains home until the next day. I think they be used to these phonecalls now. Phonebooth chap offered to pay for my room in a hotel, I thought.. Wow. How nice of him ("you ehr good gerl, oui. I tek you to hotel", reminded me a bit of Bhorat of Ali G fame, except he was a Parisian & not from Kasachstan). Of course he meant a room with him in it as well. After a good hour of listening to him garble on while sat on my suitcase, I finally escaped his slimy grasp by running (or, hobbling as fast as my blistered feets would take me) towards the most expensive-looking hotel I could see (he was all about the B&B, cheap bastard) & phew, a nice place for Emily to spend the night on father's visa, with a delightful breakfast of croissants & pain au chocolat brought to my chamber this morning by a merry little Japanese man who came up to my knees.I'm unsure if I can explain why I ended up back here, square -1, but I am battered, aching & thirsty like a camel (I don't know, are camels thirsty?). I've never experienced thirst like that before. Lugging my belongings & dumping them at the entrance of a small pub before crawling to the bar and ordering 4 glasses of water one after the other & downing them like vodka after a breakup. I would be pissing for England (or France? Belgium? I like to think the English wee a lot more than the French though) soon enough. But ANYHOW. Hoorah, for I now have lemsip and broadband AND ENGLISH TELEVISION. I've been watching The O.C, 24 & Sex & the City in french for 2 months, comical. Such relief now the audio matches the visual.Other events include going on another date with Nicolas, the bus stop boy (I met him at the bus stop, don't you know. All v. romantic). Sebastien met him & I think he got along better with Nicolas than I did. Then it was decided that I was in love with Sebastien because I have never been in love and I must be missing out. It wasn't really as great as people make it out to be. I am over him now. Oh, I constructed myself a room in a shed in the back garden I was So Proud of my DIY craftiness, but the almighty Gods LITERALLY rained on my parade the other morning when I woke up & my bed was floating in the flood water! Oh whoops, sister forgot to tell me my hut is not flood-proof & I should not play with plug sockets in water just after I got electrocuted when trying to rescue my laptop. I should have invested in some common sense, really. & in OTHER news (gosh, I'm on a roll now) I have sent my applications off for cabin crew with Virgin Atlantic & ANA Airways, I'm not sure yet if I want them to like me. I am still desperate to go back to university but I have a whole year in between to find something to keep me occupied. Air hostessing, it sounds so tacky and last resort, much like all those chavtastic 'beauty' courses but it was a whimsical idea founded by visions of 5-star hotels, parties in Rio & shagging rich mens. I realise this is not always the case & articles in Marie Claire aren't the best of sourced. But. How good would it be if that's what the job entailed?WHAT TO DO. Well, for now I go yonder to sit in front of television box & when I emerge I will be entirely unimpressed if my eyes are still eye-shaped & I do not look like I have a history of heroin addiction.

+one is the loneliest number

1 i bought 4 pairs of shoes for a fiver each. jubilation.2 the rents have gone away (panic, panic!) & this is the only food i can manage to conjur up. i'm quite proud of myself for managing to hardboil those eggs. i really am the most ridiculously crap cook, you see. when i'm older i'm going to get my own house husband & i shall call him geoffrey. or jeeves. or margaret.3 clad in tan lines & spa. i haven't drunk alcohol for over a week (have i mentioned this already? i've been v. good i'll have you know), and wow, that photo looks nuthink like me. hi!other than that, we've been having bbq's almost every night. nobody's back in brussels yet, so i've been very lonely, lying on the floor weeping and flailing my arms about (if yr reading this, can you plz hurry up & bring me gifts of vodka and er, frankincense (frankincense=dried tree sap, ho ho, i didn't know that. ok sod the frankincense then)). what's more, next week is rock werchter and I'M NOT GOING. my bruther is.(werchter is a music festival). i cackled a little when i saw the images of a flooded glastonbury. but that's between you & me.um, i really would like to end this entry on a happy note. somewhat tempted to make a really bad pun & whip out my xylophone or something, but that would just be AWFUL. did you know that mosquitos have 47 teeth?