Wednesday, May 16, 2007
deep breaths....caaaaalm....
Dear reader,I feel the time has come for me to wipe the dust from the metaphorical pen of this blog, exhume the blank paper canvas, and reunite the two in their long-forgotten bond in order to RANT ABOUT FUCKING EXAMS!!
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
German speaking is on Friday and for weeks I've had random snippets of the german education system floating around in my mind, tormenting my dreams and haunting my every waking hour. If I was going to be haunted by a subject I would at least have wanted it to be slightly more interesting than education in Germany..
My head hurts, i'm constantly tired, my muscles have tied themselves up into knots, and I took the ill-considered descision to unleash the devil within and take the anger out on my boyfriend and demand a break, something which I now realise was quite silly.
This is the worst experience of my life. Why didn't I just quit while I was ahead and get a full time job instead of launching myself into the whirlpool of misery and crippling labour that is A levels? I'm an idiot.
Right. Enough sulking. I've made a list of things to look forward to when these twelve labours of fucking Hercules are over:
1- Lying in the summer sun with a drink and a book, and not having to feel guilty about relaxing
2- Going on the biggest shopping spree of my life
3- Lowlands festival in Amsterdam!
4- Having barbeques and cocktails and laughing with friends......
5- My birthday!!!
6- Two weeks doing my fave thing, camping, in my fave place, France.
7- No more shit weather
8- Spending more quality time with the man (hopefully?)
9- GOING BACKSTAGE AT THE ASTORIA ON SUNDAY!!!! woooop.
If i start stressing out in the middle of school can someone please refer me back to this list? Thank you.
Katie xxx
Sunday, February 18, 2007
flabbergasted
hello stranger, long time no see =)
First things first, i think it's fair to say that nowadays there isn't much which makes me stop everything I'm doing and exclaim 'WHAT the fuck..?!?!'. I've seen a lot of things in my time, but none of which compare to the flabbergasting ridiculosity of Britney shaving her own head.
First things first, i think it's fair to say that nowadays there isn't much which makes me stop everything I'm doing and exclaim 'WHAT the fuck..?!?!'. I've seen a lot of things in my time, but none of which compare to the flabbergasting ridiculosity of Britney shaving her own head.
<--Eww! She looks like one of my uncles!
I can't think what on earth could have been going through her mind when she decided to pick up a razor and think... this looks like fun! I mean, did she think it would look good?! Did she perhaps, in her one night of rehab, have an epiphany of becoming a monk? I think this is the one situation where we can all truly diagnose with a perplexed look on our faces: breakdown.
Other news: found out my brother has a girlfriend of two weeks! He kept that one quiet! I am already arranging double dates and am compiling a girlfriend kit- baby pictures, embarassing videos, hilarious anecdotes...(speaking of hilarious, who's been hearing that ad for Chris Moyles on Radio 1 with the scottish version of Amy Winehouse? I actually piss myself laughing every time it comes on: they tryine meek me goh tu reehab, ah see noo noo noo! LOL)
And finally, half term spent in tenerife was 'PROPER QUALITY!' as the many chavs myself and Rachel met would say. As we whispered in the most Harpenden way possible, 'they're NPLUs'.... Not People Like Us. We soon learnt to integrate, however, with nightly recitals of Chingy's 'Dem Jeans', complete with chav cap and gangsta freestylin. Oh we're cool..
Now back to the grindstone for another term of hard labour.
Comment me biatches
Ya girl KC x
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Comic gold from Matt Collett
Me: I don't know Matt, wat do you call a chav in a box?
Matt: INNIT! Hahaahahaaa
Matt:What do you call a chav in a LOCKED box??
Me: I don't know. Go away.
Matt: SAFE!! Haaaahahhaha
Matt: What do you call a chav in a filing cabinet???
Me: I DONT CARE
Matt: SORTED!! LOL!!!!! hahaaaaaa
Matt: What do you call a chav in a cage?
Me: Fuck off!
Matt: Whatever you want! He can't come out and stab you!! HAaaaahahahhaaa
Me: GO TO BED IT'S 3 IN THE FUCKIN MORNING
Oh he does make me laugh. Can't be bothered with a proper blog atm, will write soon.
x
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Ranting it up
So that's what I did! Bliiimey have I had a shit day today, as you have probably worked out from above. Had a media exam which, although everyone scoffed that it's "so easy" and "I could probably pass it without even STUDYING media!", was actually very hard and tiring and now I want to sleep. Except that I haven't been able to as I had to go to a receptionists' meeting at work, which I had anticipated maybe to go on for... half an hour? 45 minutes? Hour and a half it went on for. I think they allocate less time at EU meetings to discuss important global issues. With this it was basically all the senior receptionists complaining about e v e r y l i t t l e t h i n g in the history of receptionism; there's never any paper in the photocopier, why are we paid minimum wage, etc.
Sigh. Now I have to get back to working on this bloody English presentation- oh yeah, another thing I want to rant about! How are we supposed to spend '10 hours' researching for a 20-min presentation in only a week AND having exams to revise for.....?! If i hear one more asshole in the paper moaning about how we kids have it so easy nowadays and never do any work anymore I am actually going to shoot sumone in the back of the head with a BB gun.
That's a quote from Anchorman by the way, I wouldn't actually commit such an offence.. and on that note I'm off for some much needed sleep! Looking forward to party on Friday and shopping on Saturday.. And some work in between.
Laterz
Katie x
Monday, January 08, 2007
foiled cat mafia plots
Oh crikey, I feel like a single mum looking after Matt. My own mother has flitted off to the Caribbean or somewhere to do some work or something, and father is earning the daily bread in the capital, much like that banker dad off of Mary Poppins. In fact, I am much like Mary Poppins myself- cleaning the house... doing the dishes... scrubbing the floors and cooking the meals, ironing shirts and washing the socks, dusting the cellar and stocking the larder, walking the dog and feeding the cats, actually- I've discovered a cat hierarchy that exists in our house. Let me explain. We have two cats, one- Barney- is the fat mafia cat who walks around at a slow pace in a manner that suggests if he was human he would be not unlike Marlon Brando, whilst the other, Pebbles, is the sidekick figure. And when I, in my Poppins role today, filled their bowls up with food- one accidentally a lot more than the other- Pebbles deliberately went for the lesser filled bowl, even though Barney was nowhere to be seen! As if, in some confrontational dark bark-alley scene, she has sacrificed all the Kitekat in the household for years to come in exchange for him to spare her life!! I have become quite demented. A dangerous blend of housework and Russell Brand's podcasts is surely to blame. I now feel my writing is lacking in certain Brandisms and vow to include more superfluous words as 'contrafibularities' and 'discourteous'..
Who fancies a trip into merry London town to see my new favourite and quite fabulous band Hadouken? On the 9th February it is dangerously close to Tenerife with Rach, i.e.. the night before. But it's all in the name of good music, and I can think of no better cause.
Good Night
xxx
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Bare Hadouken love
Woah woah woah, to be able to read this post, you first have to go to myspace.com/hadoukenuk and listen to the first track on there.
Done? Good.
HOW WICKED ARE THEY?!
I won't mention nu rave- in their own words, "Every time a journalist types the words 'new rave,' an unsigned band somewhere suffocates and dies...". But.. Hadouken! are Klaxonic, just rougher and with a few more glo-sticks chucked in. Love love love them.
And i get mega blog envy every time I visit theirs-
real time collage. Ace pics. Ace videos. Ears to the ground music. I'd better raise me game.
Might have to add them to the growing list of gigs for '07 along with the Fratellis, Nude Girls (again) and Dorp (again)..
Gotta dash (to continue counting down the minutes till the Green Wing Christmas spesh at 10) but before I do- watch out for my 'one to watch' interview coming soon on pink-world.co.uk!
Love it =D
K xx
Monday, January 01, 2007
no loud noises or bright lights please...ouch..
** Before I continue, I would like to take this oppurtunity to embarrass my parents. Please click here to see my dad singing like a pre-pubescent girl in front of a mirror to 'I think we're alone now'. That is all =D **
Blimey. It's 2.06 pm on new years' day, 2007, and I'm still in my pjs. Which can only mean it was a great night. The floor is still littered with the post-party residue of cocktail sausages, streamers and empty bottles, and the sounds of out-of-tuned screaming to love machine and man I feel like a woman is still ringing in my ears. There was the perfect amount of dancing, drama and laughter to get the year started, i reckon! Thanks to everyone who came! Also Becca I've found your 
camera, it was hidden in between a couple of broken glasses and that stringy stuff that comes out of party poppers.
I can't believe 2006 has gone so fuckin quickly..?! It's been a wicked year with lots of laughs- had the best summer ever this year, made loadsa new mates and that... 2007's gonna be ace! We can drive!! (and dj yeah i WILL beat u at drivin, bring it biatch). I haven't made any new years' resolutions this year- which i think is probably a good thing; I always vow to drop about 8 dress sizes and never drink again, but it always seems to backfire horribly.
I have declined an offer of a dog walk with my parents in favour of hoovering up in my dressing gown. Nice. So happy new year to everyone and hope your head isn't spinning as much as mine is this afternoon!
Blimey. It's 2.06 pm on new years' day, 2007, and I'm still in my pjs. Which can only mean it was a great night. The floor is still littered with the post-party residue of cocktail sausages, streamers and empty bottles, and the sounds of out-of-tuned screaming to love machine and man I feel like a woman is still ringing in my ears. There was the perfect amount of dancing, drama and laughter to get the year started, i reckon! Thanks to everyone who came! Also Becca I've found your 
camera, it was hidden in between a couple of broken glasses and that stringy stuff that comes out of party poppers. I can't believe 2006 has gone so fuckin quickly..?! It's been a wicked year with lots of laughs- had the best summer ever this year, made loadsa new mates and that... 2007's gonna be ace! We can drive!! (and dj yeah i WILL beat u at drivin, bring it biatch). I haven't made any new years' resolutions this year- which i think is probably a good thing; I always vow to drop about 8 dress sizes and never drink again, but it always seems to backfire horribly.
I have declined an offer of a dog walk with my parents in favour of hoovering up in my dressing gown. Nice. So happy new year to everyone and hope your head isn't spinning as much as mine is this afternoon!
Have a FAB 2007- enjoy it!!
Katie xxxx
p.s. any pics from last night send to me pleeeease =) and leave comments! x
