I've decided to do another bashing blog as I've a-nuttin' to do today - AS USUAL, SLASH HOO HOO! Cats and Tawm are on Minecraft and at least 60 miles away; Mathor's out shopping; Fathor's on a run (I was gonna go with him but I feel a bit run down cuz I only slept about 5 hours last night); and Matthew's doing what he does. My [censored] neighbour is blaring his suicide inducing rap music again at a trillion point one decibels so I can barely hear myself think: you've been warned of any vegetable speak likely to come.

The weather's nice today. This really is the driest and warmest November I've ever exposed my infamously thin skin to.

Last night was good - went out for a Chinese with Richard, Niamh, Joe and Englebert to celebrate my birthday. Everyone was like, 'Happy birthday!' and I was like, 'Erm, it's not my birthday SPAM/honh.' You just forget these things as a prospective granny! I feel like I've been 18 for ages. It's funny how I'm now an actual adult but nothing at all has changed. I can now buy alcohol, which I was gonna do last night *blushes violently*, just to see what it's like, y'know? Not actually get drunk or anything. But apparently Chinese food and alcohol are a bad combination or summin' or nuffin'.

The food was great though! Last time I'd been there had been my 16th birthday - long time init. Brap. My dad doesn't like it there though because there's hardly anything for vegetarians. I really should be a vegetarian, for every reason under the sun. But my tastebuds rule my head.

I went to see our school's Connexions adviser yesterday, and I was quite pleased with what she said. She said it's better to spend two years on 2 A levels and 2 ASs than to spend 3 years on 3 full A levels, so I should go ahead with my most preferable option for next year and do a gap year! I told Mathor and she was like, 'Don't trust ye, dear' and Fathor was like, 'Toloco'. She gave me a sheet with all the unis that go by points, and it's a lot more than I thought. Even Cambridge does it! So like, if I work really really really hard and get 2 Bs, I'll have 270 tarriff points, cuz obviously I'll have the C and the D for AS Politics and Spanish as well. Well that's just for Philosophy bearing in mind - if I do go to uni, I'd like to do that.

I wanna do my gap year with Tom, but he's not able to until January 2013, which means I'd be working full time at McDonald's from September 2012 to January. Really don't think I could stick that! Indeed, I was given a foretaste of Hell Itself during my last shift - I'm so slow on the till, and staff and customers alike are sick to the back teeth of me. It's only a matter of time before I'm sacked. At first I just assumed it was me being a dope-ah-scope, but really, I think I just haven't been trained right. Like, I was just shoved on the till my first and second shifts, and basically left to cling on to the hook in the pihrana tank while the other staff worked on their own tills or grills, and they were only 4-hour shifts because I can only work before school on Mondays until I'm expert enough for the busy Saturday shifts. Then for the rest of my shifts until like, my 7th shift, they put me on lobby, which is boring as bash. Then they suddenly haul me back to the till last Monday, and my brain is still in bowling ball mode from all this time off, and staff and customers alike are plunging firey pitchforks into my thin skin, tearing down my already fragile ego.

Maybe I shouldn't blame the staff completely though. I mean, I still can't even tie my shoelaces. Don't get me wrong, I can do it the easy way where you just do a bow thingy, but all that looping and swerving is just beyond me. My dad's always foaming at the mouth about it - he just can't believe an 18 year old can't do what a 5 year old can do. But in that vein, a 5 year old could fit into Ziggy's mouth while 18 and 80 year olds alike couldn't, except Cathy, but she's 6 really, even though she denies eeeet.

Anyway, as I was saying, I really have to gather up lots and lots of money for this possible gap year with le Tawm. And one way of doing this could be and will be to give blood to medical research, who pay you £60 pero 60ml of blood. They're not taking any blood till the new year though - I rang up init. But I'm definitely gonna do that. Of course I'll do it for free as well at times.

The Connexions adviser said to do something meaningful on my gap year - being unemployed for a year doesn't look good on the university application, something I do revere as a possibility given the current climate for today's 16-24 year olds. Is fruit picking in New Zealand meaningful?

I have an Australian passport so I could totally go there - visit my relatives, oh chyeah.

And then... go to uni? Uni though... O_O Two years ago, going to university was as bafflingly theoretical to me as going out with Tom, who back then was but a baby-faced poo of a friend. I'll really have to work hard on my A levels though - I was so lazy in year 12, only made it into year 13 by the skin of my teeth. I've been doing light revision for Philosophy since September (I've got a resit in January ironically). I haven't started on my Law revision yet, and I have an exam for that in January too. I'll start tomorrow, and I actually mean that. Tomorrow I'll be bidding my farewells to free time, rest, and non-existent eyebags, for the non-existent ones just have a special something that the existent ones don't. I really can't afford to fail. I'll do 4-5 hours Monday to Thursday, 0 Friday, 0 Saturday, and like, 6 Sunday. asiu. I know as Tom and Cathy read this they're thinking, 'Ha, yeah. Riiiight.' And, yeah. They're riiiiiight. But I like to think they're WROOOOOOOOOOOONG.

Jayss, getting dark already. Ish. Pish. Mish. Your mum. Okay, well, baii :)

In the wise words of a certain puffin, 'I greet you all.'

This is my blog, and my blog is this. I've absolutely no idea what to talk about. I'd like to say I'm doing this at gunpoint because my friend Cathy and my boyfriend Tom want me to share their blog addiction. I'd also like to fit four scrunched up A4 pieces of paper in my mouth at once. Alas, I can do the latter but I canney do the former. But shhh, big mouths are for puffins and puffins only.

I wish I could get new songs on my iPod. I wonder how many times I've listened to each song - the numbers are probably almost as high as Ziggy's IQ, which we all know is 198 if we turn a blind eye to the time he starved to death in Morrisons. I wonder what Ziggy's favourite food is, and when his birthday is, and whether his mum is a red Ziggy or a yellow Ziggy. These things typify the unknowable. Something else which typifies the unknowable is how much I owe Tom. Since getting a job at McDonald's I've become super stingy (sp?) with my money, and when I say the prospect of giving up about £140 of it to Tom is heartbreaking, it's neither an understatement nor an overstatement - it's a nice middle ground, like a stance on Tom's life, which is a farce. (Don't shoot, Mr. Nerd Bird.)

I s'pose I'll just go now. Nuttin' more to a-say. Adios amigos :)