Randomage was never more pointless.

I be-eth moving to Blogdrive.com ... well actually... moving back lmao. I am so inconsistant sometimes (Y)

Anywho, much love m'dears, I'll probably return in a few months just for the change.

Love and stuff x

I read the phrase "Sometimes I just want to run, just to see would follow me" (I'm paraphasing here) on FrznJellybeans blog and it got me thinking. I wonder the same thing. I mean, I could run away from everything tonight at midnight and no one would even notice for at least 12 hours (more if they didn't bother to check if I'd died in my sleep). I think I could get quite far in twelve hours, you know.

Let it all out
get it all out
rip it out remove it
don't be alarmed
when the wound begins to bleed

and you said I know that this will hurt
but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse
If the burden seems too much to bear
Remember
the end will justify the pain it took to get us there

Hmmm. Hmmm indeed.
Funny thing is, last time I tried, no one followed. I got sent back by the person I ran to. I wonder what that says about me?

So today I actually ventured out of my house into the city. What a joy it turned out to be. I mean, clearly it was a mistake. For one thing my hair was sticking out about a foot from my head so I had successfully achieved the "poodle" look. It rather sums up how the outing went in general.

Firstly I had to go to a random optician's to get my eyes checked for contact lenses (I mean they wanted to know which ones I needed, not that they were checking for sneaky ninja contact lenses hiding in my eyes). So first my appointment was late (of course) and I had to sit next to this mum and her two kids while they played the "Whisper Game". No, really. It involved all of them going "psss... psss... psssssss" repeatedly rather loudly. I have never been more annoyed in my life. Thankfully I finally get into the appointment. Apparantly this meant they had to put weird liquid junk in my eyes which made everything go yellow. I kid you not. You know when you get a sweet wrapper that's coloured but kinda see through? Or those old 3D glasses which are red and blue? It was like that... but yellow... and I had to blink for years to make it go away.

After recovering from my yellow eye trauma (and being told I have somewhat deranged eyes which mean I can't have normal lenses... I have to have "special lenses" for "special people") I was dragged around shops to look for a bag which I did not want in the first place (and therefore did not buy a bag with my non-existant money). My Dad seemed to find it necessary to go in every shop we saw. Believe me - I am not exaggerating. He was like a paperclip and each shop was a new magnet of wonder and joy to him. Bless.

Anywho, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse... a bird pooped on my boobs. Why is nature against me? I mean, I was one footstep away from being indoors and there was lots of empty pavement around. But no, the bird had to target me. Eurgh. My Dad laughed like a loon on loon tablets (thank you Louise Rennison) and said "It's good luck, you know". Good luck? Good luck it didn't land on my face you mean? What on earth was he on about?

Fortunately it kind of camoflaged (I need to learn to spell) in with my top. Unfortunately I thought it was rain at first and proceeded to try and wipe it off. So I had to walk around a packed shopping mall with my Dad while he looked at bags neither of us liked, with freakish yellow eyes, poodle hair, a suspicious brown smear across my hand, and a big dollop of bird poo on the front of my shirt.

I've had a wonderful day.

First thing my best friend says when she walks through the door? "You smell like vomit". I like to think she only said it because I'd told her previously from the safety of the landline that I'd have fun with some dodgey mutant virus which made me puke repeatedly all day. Fun. Thankfully I was assured it was not just an ordinary vomity waft. Oh no. It was sexy vomit. I don't really understand. To be honest, I don't really want to know.

I should probably leave now and do something productive. I suck at time management. Really, I do. It's madness. I have an art exam in a weeks time which I am impossibly under-prepared for, a blank maths workbook and five practise papers, eight exam questions for geoggers and muchos (Note to self: stop thinking in spanish... must attempt to concentrate on french) tres de(?) revision to do in general.

I may actually try and be active and at least move the maths books from my foot... which is actually beginning to hurt right now. Anywho... au revoir parce que j'irai faire mes devoirs(??????)

PS. Clearly I am going to fail french.
PPS. And possibly everything else unless I stop blogging like an obsessed internet-starved fool with no life and two evil cats who wish to eat me.
PPPS. Ahahahhaa.

I am such a fool sometimes. You see, I figured "YesIAmSavingTheWorld" would be an acceptable-to-society username. I just read the same username back to find that in my madness I have actually written "YesIAmSavingWorld". No "the". Ahahaha.

So, after a few desperate moments of panic in which I scanned through the help topics to look at any possible way of changing it, I realise it is not possible. Alas, I shall forever be reminded of my lack of awareness. Oh God. I've started saying (or typing/thinking... whatever... it's in my brain) "alas" again. Which is awful. It makes me feel wise-yet-oh-so-silly. In fact, everytime I read it back it reminds me of Dumbledore. You know, the Harry-Potter-I-Am-Your-Father-But-Not-Really dude. Eurgh. I have a bizarre mental image of Dumbledore skipping around a meadow with Doctor Who while the Cullens from Twilight and a couple of darleks in wizard hats do a little jig in the background. The wonders of my brain.

Anyway, back to the point and whatnot... I have decided I quite like my nonsense username. Ta-da. "The" is quite an insignificant word anyway, right? Hang on... scrap that. "The" is an epic word of epic proportions. In theory. Aha *laughs at inside-joke with self*.

I need to get out more.

Hello lovely people!

I really don't understand my own obsession with creating blogs, but I assume it's something to do with the fact I now own a tiny little bit of the madness we refer to as "the internet". Just a thought.. is "internet" still called "internet" in different languages and countries? Hmm.

Anywho, I don't actually have a clue what I'm doing as such, and I think it'll take me a while to get used the the set-up and layout. Another thought (shut up brain, shut up) does anyone actually read these things? Who knows (not meee).

I'm gonna have a little adventure around the site for now, so love to you all, you crazy nosey people

PS. The point of this blog is under great debate in the high (but pointless) court in my brain.

PPS. My cat just bit my toes.

PPPS. Why must he do that?