I have a love/hate relationship with ghost programmes. I find them very compelling to watch, I spend the whole thing yelling "It's dust in the lens you moron!" at the tv screen, then when I try to sleep afterwards I get freaked out by everything.
At the moment there are photo's of this cute Hawaiian kid who apparently has a ghostly guardian, because in some of the photos they have of her as a baby, there are blurry white lines. Seriously, it looks like the kid is holding a lightsabre - evidently the force is strong in this one. But like - surely it just means her parents can't take photos for shit? That maybe they need a new camera?
HAHAHAHAHA they're on about 'orbs'. Which are basically little glimpses of light in the camera. And, as they move like dust, behave like dust and look like dust, my diagnosis is...they're bits of dust.
I used to be obsessed with ghosts when I was a little kid. I started a ghost club at school, and constantly pored over reference books looking up new and interesting spirits. I used to go and sit on the hill at break and point out ghosts in the woods to the 4 other members of the club. Until one of them kind of turned mean and went round telling everyone I was crazy. Then a boy called Simon started taking the piss out of me. So I threw mud at him, and he cried and his parents told my parents.
Yay, Showgirls is on. Wonderful, classy film this. You know, deep. And arty. Full of talent. And tits. Watched this at Nic's house with Akemi and others. Oh oh which reminds me, Nic's set, truly yummy
Yeah baby...lick that scuzzy pole...ewwww
I kind of have two essays but not really. I basically have two piece of shit random sets of words which are near the word count and are related to the topic they're meant to be on. Which will have to do, unless I manage to turn them into sparkling works of genius over night.
I have a brand new jar of mayonnaise that is calling out to me. Oh how I yearn to dip chips in its creamy goodness...
For a minute there I thought i had ghostly visitations, but no, it's just the morons next door coming back from being annoying somewhere else. Honestly, the girl does the crossword, and constantly asks "ooh, what's a five letter word for....?" and I'll reply, "oh that's easy, it's ..." To which she always says "...is that a real word? are you sure? well...I'll put it by the side for now..." She spelled "piece" wrong on the last one. I wouldn't be so bothered, but she's a bloody English student.
Oh yay "I Want to Marry a Drug Addict Prostitute" - you can always count on Trisha for good quality tv.
^^ I tried to find a picture of Trisha and this is what google threw up. Gotta love that terrifying muscly woman look...eep.
We're meant to be arranging a surprise party tomorrow. Well, some lovely well meaning people decided to and roped me in because "I'd be the best one to distract him" while they get the flat ready. But Will, whose party it was going to be, is working. Hahaha. At least that solves my problem, how on earth I was going to keep him occupied between 5.30-8pm. "Will, wanna come into town? I know all the shops are closed, and you don't need anything from the supermarket cus I've already asked, but um...isn't it a lovely rainy evening?" Or, "come in here and play xbox for 2 and a half hours...what's that? You want to get something from your flat? NO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED".
(Oh and anyone who noticed the slightly bizarre angry notes left on my last entry, I have no idea what that guy's problem is, I left him a friendly note telling him how to use the bookmarking thing because he said he didn't know how, and he skitzed out, because apparently this means I think I'm really special, and blah blah blah. Psycho. On the plus side, this is the first person I've heard from so far who hasn't been lovely)
Edited to say...
I'VE HANDED IN MY ESSAYS!!
At the moment there are photo's of this cute Hawaiian kid who apparently has a ghostly guardian, because in some of the photos they have of her as a baby, there are blurry white lines. Seriously, it looks like the kid is holding a lightsabre - evidently the force is strong in this one. But like - surely it just means her parents can't take photos for shit? That maybe they need a new camera?
HAHAHAHAHA they're on about 'orbs'. Which are basically little glimpses of light in the camera. And, as they move like dust, behave like dust and look like dust, my diagnosis is...they're bits of dust.
I used to be obsessed with ghosts when I was a little kid. I started a ghost club at school, and constantly pored over reference books looking up new and interesting spirits. I used to go and sit on the hill at break and point out ghosts in the woods to the 4 other members of the club. Until one of them kind of turned mean and went round telling everyone I was crazy. Then a boy called Simon started taking the piss out of me. So I threw mud at him, and he cried and his parents told my parents.
Yay, Showgirls is on. Wonderful, classy film this. You know, deep. And arty. Full of talent. And tits. Watched this at Nic's house with Akemi and others. Oh oh which reminds me, Nic's set, truly yummy
Yeah baby...lick that scuzzy pole...ewwww
I kind of have two essays but not really. I basically have two piece of shit random sets of words which are near the word count and are related to the topic they're meant to be on. Which will have to do, unless I manage to turn them into sparkling works of genius over night.
I have a brand new jar of mayonnaise that is calling out to me. Oh how I yearn to dip chips in its creamy goodness...
For a minute there I thought i had ghostly visitations, but no, it's just the morons next door coming back from being annoying somewhere else. Honestly, the girl does the crossword, and constantly asks "ooh, what's a five letter word for....?" and I'll reply, "oh that's easy, it's ..." To which she always says "...is that a real word? are you sure? well...I'll put it by the side for now..." She spelled "piece" wrong on the last one. I wouldn't be so bothered, but she's a bloody English student.
Oh yay "I Want to Marry a Drug Addict Prostitute" - you can always count on Trisha for good quality tv.
^^ I tried to find a picture of Trisha and this is what google threw up. Gotta love that terrifying muscly woman look...eep.
We're meant to be arranging a surprise party tomorrow. Well, some lovely well meaning people decided to and roped me in because "I'd be the best one to distract him" while they get the flat ready. But Will, whose party it was going to be, is working. Hahaha. At least that solves my problem, how on earth I was going to keep him occupied between 5.30-8pm. "Will, wanna come into town? I know all the shops are closed, and you don't need anything from the supermarket cus I've already asked, but um...isn't it a lovely rainy evening?" Or, "come in here and play xbox for 2 and a half hours...what's that? You want to get something from your flat? NO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED".
(Oh and anyone who noticed the slightly bizarre angry notes left on my last entry, I have no idea what that guy's problem is, I left him a friendly note telling him how to use the bookmarking thing because he said he didn't know how, and he skitzed out, because apparently this means I think I'm really special, and blah blah blah. Psycho. On the plus side, this is the first person I've heard from so far who hasn't been lovely)
Edited to say...
I'VE HANDED IN MY ESSAYS!!
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I need to watch some Spaced. I haven't for ages and ages. Next weekend? May Day weekend? Don't know. Easter means nothing anymore.
Yeah, chocolate. But,y'know, family: away (and not going home) and hence, well, i'm not going to buy an Easter Egg for me. (Maybe some of those Nestle Double Cream little ones though.) I will say, that as a former newsagent/ current choc-o-holic, those new Cadbury special ones really do look grand and a proper thing to give to another half / someone special. Very nice.