No! No, cabro, no!

i reckon i could be the worlds best something. granted i don't know what that something is...yet. but rest assured that i will be the worlds best something at something and until i accomplish that i do believe i have the rest of my life to spend with my CABRO Lianna and leech of my father for any spare change going around...

there are several things i kid myself about doing this summer which include learning to drive, Spanish, more writing- much more writing! and perhaps even fit in some exercise where possible. rest assured this summer will be the turning point. the new me which i have renewed over and over (I'm quite frankly feeling like Argos merchandise here- back and forth...)
I've even made a list. which I've already misplaced. but don't worry, besides some minor hitches and such the plan is to make myself more understanding and understand the natural ways and order of life and to learn to drive so i can zoom away from the things that are best left misunderstood- my absolute cryptic code of a mother.

you'd think that summer approaching i wouldnt have anything negatively affecting me but there is one thing that has been bugging me a lot these days, however, and that is public displays of affection. it isn't really appreciated, this isn't Paris you know, its not the city of love, its London, the city of accountants and bankers who want to get on with their lives without the thought of their empty pathetic lives at the sight of you both sucking each others faces off! is appalling, we aren't french! (no harm to the french intended of course, they should take it as a compliment, it isn't everyday they get attacked for their promiscuous behaviours. Or is it...?)

i can see the future, but i dont think its quite that orangey...

Sometimes i have a million and one thoughts rushing in and out of my head at the same time, sometimes i regard this as simple ecstasy.

i had to fight the temptation of having a gherkin this morning. 9:00am is too early for the ugly little treat. i don't get gherkins. they are so repulsive to look at yet they taste so....gherkiney.

enough. i am in a bad mood. it hurts to think what I'm going to get in my AS levels, having failed BADLY last year. i know i wont fail, i cant possibly get 2 U's again, but i know i haven't gotten AAAA either. i predict at least BBCD hopefully BBCC or BBBC. i cant do anything now but wait and pray. and try not to jynx anything
I've started to learn Spanish, myself. should be good. hopefully it will earn me credit on my UCAS- oh shit...

in a lighter tone, i have started a new blog, along side this one so i wont be giving up on this master piece! its going to be a little different, not like everything else i work on, its going to be more poetic? in a way? but i wont be boring you with pointless poetry, its going to be more like...romance.

have you heard Mercury Summer lately? by Fight Star? rather good- very summery, i can really imagine driving to Tesco listening to it. its old but good, if you get me.