Well, I'll be damned.
I really don't know what to say anymore.
I don't know what to write, what to say, what to fucking feel, for gods' sake, out of fear of being branded vile or unsuccessful.
Hell, I can't even gather my scattered thoughts enough to write something that is even half decent - let alone mildly interesting.
I feel distrustful, though I should've seen it coming from he beginning. What a big kick in the bollocks, though. I was aware that things weren't like they used to be, but I didn't know something as pathetic as this could happen. What a deplorable, pitiful thing to do.
I guess I don't give a flying fuck (swearing intended) if I get in trouble now. You show them mine, I show them yours.
I've come to realise, over the years, that sob stories do actually get you places. You get on TV because of them, you get votes because of them, you get the whole fucking world on your side because of them, you warp people's views of others because of them.
Could a drastic change have anything to do with this? I think not. They were the same superficial thing they were before.
I've just had an epiphany (ooh, big word, go look it up); I don't need to hang around, and listen to the mindless, dumb warbles of a low life. Screw it. I'll be the one that goes into the crowd knowing who they are. Soon enough, I'll be the one with friends. You won't.
So, next time you go snivelling to the authoritys about how someone is bullying you, ruining your life and how you are the perfect angel, think of this; you'll be the fake. Not them. You might not be failure, but you'll get to watch the other fail in life because of what you did. You lying piece of trashy scum.
Until next time, mes foncés.
Friday, 1 May 2009
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
roll on the summer
I'm not sure I'm liking the new trend of 'ripped-and-washed' jeans. I think they look rather tacky. I am definately sure I am liking the new idea of florals and metallics and sharp-shoulders, something I covet and am currently rocking, if I may say so myself. (I nicked a vintage 80's blazer with SHOULDER PADS from my mum, I like:) )
In the case of florals, I have about 4 tea dresses (primark + warehouse) which I am channelling a la miss Luella s/s 09. Its all about the florals and the coral lippy,, a colour which is ever-so-slightly last season but still hot :)
tell me what you think of this seasons styles, if not then er... whatev. you mug.
love you mon cheries, maddie xxxx
In the case of florals, I have about 4 tea dresses (primark + warehouse) which I am channelling a la miss Luella s/s 09. Its all about the florals and the coral lippy,, a colour which is ever-so-slightly last season but still hot :)
tell me what you think of this seasons styles, if not then er... whatev. you mug.
love you mon cheries, maddie xxxx
Thursday, 9 April 2009
And you thought I would've died by now!
But I didn't! Heavens, rejoice, I'm alive!
Yes, I survived the camping trip, due to the cider I drank every night. Oh, I joke; cider makes my bum feel like it's about to fall off, so no more cider for moi!
JESUS CHRIST it's five minutes past seven AT NIGHT, the sun hasn't even set yet and the Cat is outside eating salmon! Since when have cats eaten more sophisticated foods than me?
This is the kind of messed-up world we live in.
OBSESSION OF THE WEEK; Jamie Campbell-Bower. He's Anthony from Sweeney Todd, if you must know. But he's mine. HA.
See you then!
Yes, I survived the camping trip, due to the cider I drank every night. Oh, I joke; cider makes my bum feel like it's about to fall off, so no more cider for moi!
JESUS CHRIST it's five minutes past seven AT NIGHT, the sun hasn't even set yet and the Cat is outside eating salmon! Since when have cats eaten more sophisticated foods than me?
This is the kind of messed-up world we live in.
OBSESSION OF THE WEEK; Jamie Campbell-Bower. He's Anthony from Sweeney Todd, if you must know. But he's mine. HA.
See you then!
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Hold up, did I hear that right?
You did. I'm going camping.
Well, I don't really know what to expect (I've only ever been once) so god knows how this one will turn out.
The place we're staying at looks really sweet tho, so it might be fun. The only problem is I don't have any funkyarse wellies and there isn't any time (or money) to get any. I guess I'll just have to make do with a pair of brogues, a jigsaw jacket and a red t-shirt with a crazy motherfucker of a rabbit on the front.
Did you know that 'sausages' has USA in it? HA!
Don't ask. I don't even know what I'm on about most of the time.
Think of me when you're all tucked up tight in your beds, toasting your feet. Think of me when you are out dancing merrily and drinking and smoking. Think of me in a smelly, wet tent with no fags or drink or music to dance to my ipod would've died on the 4-hour drive to the West Country. Think of me.
Until then, Mad-lem.
Well, I don't really know what to expect (I've only ever been once) so god knows how this one will turn out.
The place we're staying at looks really sweet tho, so it might be fun. The only problem is I don't have any funkyarse wellies and there isn't any time (or money) to get any. I guess I'll just have to make do with a pair of brogues, a jigsaw jacket and a red t-shirt with a crazy motherfucker of a rabbit on the front.
Did you know that 'sausages' has USA in it? HA!
Don't ask. I don't even know what I'm on about most of the time.
Think of me when you're all tucked up tight in your beds, toasting your feet. Think of me when you are out dancing merrily and drinking and smoking. Think of me in a smelly, wet tent with no fags or drink or music to dance to my ipod would've died on the 4-hour drive to the West Country. Think of me.
Until then, Mad-lem.
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Looooooooooooook at me.
People of the World,
I think it's time we took matters into our own hands and discuss the taboo subject of LESBIANS. Now, don't get me wrong, I love lesbians, BUT I just thought I should talk about why others don't like them.
For example;;
Girls in my class will tell you what they think of me. Most of them think I'm a lesbian, and they think I'm a lesbian with other girls in my class. It's quite funny, really, so what I tend to do is egg them on and play along with it, pretending I actually am a lesbian by 'flirting' with other girls.
It's all a big joke, but they take me seriously.
Just goes to show what kind of world we live in; little girls are actually scared of lesbians. I just hope I become famous and have lots of babies with men, it will show them.
On the subject of lesbians; saying another woman is pretty is NOT being a lesbian... but saying that I would probably turn gay for Eva Mendes. No body else...
Tell me what you think.
Love, Maddie
I think it's time we took matters into our own hands and discuss the taboo subject of LESBIANS. Now, don't get me wrong, I love lesbians, BUT I just thought I should talk about why others don't like them.
For example;;
Girls in my class will tell you what they think of me. Most of them think I'm a lesbian, and they think I'm a lesbian with other girls in my class. It's quite funny, really, so what I tend to do is egg them on and play along with it, pretending I actually am a lesbian by 'flirting' with other girls.
It's all a big joke, but they take me seriously.
Just goes to show what kind of world we live in; little girls are actually scared of lesbians. I just hope I become famous and have lots of babies with men, it will show them.
On the subject of lesbians; saying another woman is pretty is NOT being a lesbian... but saying that I would probably turn gay for Eva Mendes. No body else...
Tell me what you think.
Love, Maddie
Friday, 9 January 2009
Reviews
People of the World,
Get off of the computer and turn the telly on. BBC One, 7pm; The Diary of Anne Frank. Woah.
Actually, it's finished now so you can't watch it... go on BBC iPlayer, it will get the 7 episodes up for you and you can watch them!!
I have never cried whilst watching a television programme before... except now! I have cried once while watching a film, and that was The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. The boy who played Bruno in that was an old friend (if you can call him that) of mine called Asa. It was such a sad film!
I think it was the part when Anne was trying to put her shoes on, but her hands were too shaky so Albert Dussel helped her. I was shaking with them. I couldn't help myself, so I cried, too. Then they were all crying, so I cried more, and they were hugging because they knew they were about to die, and all these soldiers were there, stealing their things.
Sad, very sad indeed. Watch it!
Love, Maddie
Get off of the computer and turn the telly on. BBC One, 7pm; The Diary of Anne Frank. Woah.
Actually, it's finished now so you can't watch it... go on BBC iPlayer, it will get the 7 episodes up for you and you can watch them!!
I have never cried whilst watching a television programme before... except now! I have cried once while watching a film, and that was The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. The boy who played Bruno in that was an old friend (if you can call him that) of mine called Asa. It was such a sad film!
I think it was the part when Anne was trying to put her shoes on, but her hands were too shaky so Albert Dussel helped her. I was shaking with them. I couldn't help myself, so I cried, too. Then they were all crying, so I cried more, and they were hugging because they knew they were about to die, and all these soldiers were there, stealing their things.
Sad, very sad indeed. Watch it!
Love, Maddie
Monday, 29 December 2008
Merry Xmas... not.
People of the World,
Well, it was quite sad to see Faith Williams, the second conjoined twin, pass away on Christmas Day. But quite frankly, if the world wanted to see conjoined twins dying we would go to China. It was still upsetting to watch and I feel for her parents. But they're young, so they'll be reproducing in no time.
Another sad thing I saw on the news on Boxing Day was the shooting of an English soldier on Christmas Eve. That really made me angry. I was literally sitting in the leather arm chair with steam coming out of my ears. I was fuming. All I could think was 'Get these boys out of Iraq and every other fucking Muslim country in the world before they terminate us all!'
It's starting to get worse, and if we don't try and stop these terrorists then we'll all die which isn't very nice to think about.
Well, tell me what you think.
Love, Maddie
Well, it was quite sad to see Faith Williams, the second conjoined twin, pass away on Christmas Day. But quite frankly, if the world wanted to see conjoined twins dying we would go to China. It was still upsetting to watch and I feel for her parents. But they're young, so they'll be reproducing in no time.
Another sad thing I saw on the news on Boxing Day was the shooting of an English soldier on Christmas Eve. That really made me angry. I was literally sitting in the leather arm chair with steam coming out of my ears. I was fuming. All I could think was 'Get these boys out of Iraq and every other fucking Muslim country in the world before they terminate us all!'
It's starting to get worse, and if we don't try and stop these terrorists then we'll all die which isn't very nice to think about.
Well, tell me what you think.
Love, Maddie
Friday, 19 December 2008
Thou Shalt Not Kill, Thou Shalt Not Kill
People of the World,
Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not 'get down with the youths' and stab someone, thou shalt not use guns, thou shalt not hit and punch or kick, thou shalt not drop bombs and thou shalt not pick fights.
Someone once said to me 'If looks could kill...' whilst I was staring at them like the deranged, emo kid I am. It was funny, though I didn't break my mould, and it got me wondering if looks really could kill. That would be quite a joke... but what if words could kill, too? Then a lot of people would be dead, courtesy of me :)
If looks could kill, however, I would almost certainly be dead right now and you wouldn't have my beautiful words to relate to, would you? That would be a shame, wouldn't it?
But there are just some people who are just asking to be murdered with a look or a word, aren't there? Like those people on the radio who do that sarcastic role-play thing every afternoon which sometimes isn't all that funny.
But other people who are really innocent when presented with the idea of smoking weed and drinking even though they know their best friend does it, then when someone else offers it they get really excited and practically piss themselves. It's like... what the fuck?
Hmm... these are the things that keep me awake pondering over them.
Love, Maddie
Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not 'get down with the youths' and stab someone, thou shalt not use guns, thou shalt not hit and punch or kick, thou shalt not drop bombs and thou shalt not pick fights.
Someone once said to me 'If looks could kill...' whilst I was staring at them like the deranged, emo kid I am. It was funny, though I didn't break my mould, and it got me wondering if looks really could kill. That would be quite a joke... but what if words could kill, too? Then a lot of people would be dead, courtesy of me :)
If looks could kill, however, I would almost certainly be dead right now and you wouldn't have my beautiful words to relate to, would you? That would be a shame, wouldn't it?
But there are just some people who are just asking to be murdered with a look or a word, aren't there? Like those people on the radio who do that sarcastic role-play thing every afternoon which sometimes isn't all that funny.
But other people who are really innocent when presented with the idea of smoking weed and drinking even though they know their best friend does it, then when someone else offers it they get really excited and practically piss themselves. It's like... what the fuck?
Hmm... these are the things that keep me awake pondering over them.
Love, Maddie
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Take This and That...
People of the World,
How funny was the Royal Variety Performance last night? Jimmy Carr was quite funny... but some of his jokes weren't incredibly roll-around-on-the-floor funny, just chuckle-worthy funny. Meh, who am I to judge (even though I'm going to do it anyway)? At least Camilla and Charles liked it.
But the performance of Take That is still continuing to stun me... Gary Barlow seemed rather civilised whilst poor Mark Owen was bopping around like a monkey on high or some sort of horse tranquilisers. Maybe he is on crack...??
But if I'm going to marry this man he's going to have to give me a snort once in a while or give it up altogether. I'll decide when we have children.
Mark was really good when he sung Shine, perhaps the only song in which he has a solo.
Love, Maddie
How funny was the Royal Variety Performance last night? Jimmy Carr was quite funny... but some of his jokes weren't incredibly roll-around-on-the-floor funny, just chuckle-worthy funny. Meh, who am I to judge (even though I'm going to do it anyway)? At least Camilla and Charles liked it.
But the performance of Take That is still continuing to stun me... Gary Barlow seemed rather civilised whilst poor Mark Owen was bopping around like a monkey on high or some sort of horse tranquilisers. Maybe he is on crack...??
But if I'm going to marry this man he's going to have to give me a snort once in a while or give it up altogether. I'll decide when we have children.
Mark was really good when he sung Shine, perhaps the only song in which he has a solo.
Love, Maddie
:)
People of the World,
'Forgive and Forget'... that's what the Wiseman said. Actually, it was Erin. She also said 'Tis the season to be jolly' which are indeedy very wise words.
I've decided, prior to Erin's words, that I'm not going to be mean... for the time being, anyway.
I've been getting bored of bitching and arguing, so I'm going to stop for now because it's CHRISTMAS BABY!! We should all be out at mad parties... but I never get invited to them so when we have parties at home I dress like the Queen Bee and dance like there's no tomorrow.
Erin, you're still invited... so bring your Mum and Dad.
And, Simone: You can come on Sunday... but only because I'm feeling nice.
Love, Maddie
'Forgive and Forget'... that's what the Wiseman said. Actually, it was Erin. She also said 'Tis the season to be jolly' which are indeedy very wise words.
I've decided, prior to Erin's words, that I'm not going to be mean... for the time being, anyway.
I've been getting bored of bitching and arguing, so I'm going to stop for now because it's CHRISTMAS BABY!! We should all be out at mad parties... but I never get invited to them so when we have parties at home I dress like the Queen Bee and dance like there's no tomorrow.
Erin, you're still invited... so bring your Mum and Dad.
And, Simone: You can come on Sunday... but only because I'm feeling nice.
Love, Maddie
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
America got it wrong...
GREETINGS!! (now imagine me saying that grinning like a retard with my braces on full show)
Yes, greetings, earthlings.
So I was just checking my emails via msn, when something popped up; Lily Allen Lashes Out
So I was thinkning; god, Lil, who have you hit now? When indeed it wasn't that she had hit someone, merely insulting... which is what she usually does.
Guess who it was?? KATY FREAKIN' PERRY!!
The girl who can't sing, the girl who kissed a girl, the wannabe...
That's her right there.
Lily thinks that America tried to duplicate her, as they wanted someone kooky and quirky like her (for the record, neither of them are kooky or quirky...)
America is so wrong, Katy can't even sing and she isn't successful.
Then Katy was like; Aha, I'm like a fatter version of Amy Winehouse and a skinnier version of Lily Allen!
Who says things like that about the more successful people?? Katy is a stoopid lesbian, who is jealous. And she is so not skinnier than Lily...
But good on Lily for saying; It's like, you're not English and you don't write your own songs, shut up!
Lily is so right it is not even funny. She took the words right out of my mouth.
Lily, I would kiss you if it wasn't for this headbrace holding me back...
Love, Maddie
Yes, greetings, earthlings.
So I was just checking my emails via msn, when something popped up; Lily Allen Lashes Out
So I was thinkning; god, Lil, who have you hit now? When indeed it wasn't that she had hit someone, merely insulting... which is what she usually does.
Guess who it was?? KATY FREAKIN' PERRY!!
The girl who can't sing, the girl who kissed a girl, the wannabe...
That's her right there.
Lily thinks that America tried to duplicate her, as they wanted someone kooky and quirky like her (for the record, neither of them are kooky or quirky...)
America is so wrong, Katy can't even sing and she isn't successful.
Then Katy was like; Aha, I'm like a fatter version of Amy Winehouse and a skinnier version of Lily Allen!
Who says things like that about the more successful people?? Katy is a stoopid lesbian, who is jealous. And she is so not skinnier than Lily...
But good on Lily for saying; It's like, you're not English and you don't write your own songs, shut up!
Lily is so right it is not even funny. She took the words right out of my mouth.
Lily, I would kiss you if it wasn't for this headbrace holding me back...
Love, Maddie
Sunday, 7 December 2008
"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top..."
People of this cruel, harsh World we unfortunately have to live in,
I wanna cry. I really wanna cry.
I am getting braces tomorrow; which means tonight is my last night of mouthly freedom for another year. I will never have crooked teeth again.
I should be cherishing the moment; taking countless photographs of my wonky gob or eating fatty and sugary sweets just to piss off the orthodontist. But I'm not. I'm doing homework and listening to my music. Ahh, sweet, sweet music... mostly my beloved Paramore.
Will be back soon,
Love, Maddie
I wanna cry. I really wanna cry.
I am getting braces tomorrow; which means tonight is my last night of mouthly freedom for another year. I will never have crooked teeth again.
I should be cherishing the moment; taking countless photographs of my wonky gob or eating fatty and sugary sweets just to piss off the orthodontist. But I'm not. I'm doing homework and listening to my music. Ahh, sweet, sweet music... mostly my beloved Paramore.
Will be back soon,
Love, Maddie
Friday, 5 December 2008
... I actually stood close to this beauty.
People of the World,
This is my glorious Husband, Robert Pattinson/Edward Cullen.
Believe you me, I actually went to the London premiere of the film Twilight on Wednesday, got to the front of the crowds and filmed Rob! I'm so lucky.
That day, mine and Erin's lives were complete :)
You should be so jealous.
Love, Maddie
Saturday, 29 November 2008
Old Mothers tales...
People of the World,
Eurgh! I hate my Mum. She is such a horrible, mean, self-obsessed, over-weight and ugly piece of shit, and she is also mean about my friends behind their backs; calling one of them lardy and another anorexic. All because I wouldn't tidy away my socks and I had a go at my sister, who was mocking me saying; "Oh, Maddie can't sort out her socks because she is different."
I mean, fuck her... fuck them both, my mum and the miserable shit I call *ahem* a sister. Stupid bitches.
Fucking Hell, she is doing it again!!!!!! Can she ever stop?????? Will she ever stop?????
Chances are, she probably won't until I buy her a house in the Carribean. That's OK, though, it means one less wedding invitation to write and one less Cristmas present to buy.
This is the other incident;
"Mum, the 'H' button is stuck,"
"I know, it's because you lot eat your dinner over there."
"No, I don't!"
"Er, toast and stuff? It gets stuck and builds up. But, of course, it's never you..."
Jesus freakin' Christ, if I had her iron in my hand right now I wouldn't hesitate to use it...
And now she is letting my older sister go out, when she was 'supposedly' ill in bed all day! I mean, Abby isn't a very good actress, (though it's her chosen career, laugh out loud at her!!) but to pull a sickie and then go out partying?? Uh, even I thought the dim-witted Barbie doll chav had more sense.
My Mum is just jealous that her youthful days are over, no matter how much she tries to kid herself she is 21, thin and sexy.
Love, Maddie
Eurgh! I hate my Mum. She is such a horrible, mean, self-obsessed, over-weight and ugly piece of shit, and she is also mean about my friends behind their backs; calling one of them lardy and another anorexic. All because I wouldn't tidy away my socks and I had a go at my sister, who was mocking me saying; "Oh, Maddie can't sort out her socks because she is different."
I mean, fuck her... fuck them both, my mum and the miserable shit I call *ahem* a sister. Stupid bitches.
Fucking Hell, she is doing it again!!!!!! Can she ever stop?????? Will she ever stop?????
Chances are, she probably won't until I buy her a house in the Carribean. That's OK, though, it means one less wedding invitation to write and one less Cristmas present to buy.
This is the other incident;
"Mum, the 'H' button is stuck,"
"I know, it's because you lot eat your dinner over there."
"No, I don't!"
"Er, toast and stuff? It gets stuck and builds up. But, of course, it's never you..."
Jesus freakin' Christ, if I had her iron in my hand right now I wouldn't hesitate to use it...
And now she is letting my older sister go out, when she was 'supposedly' ill in bed all day! I mean, Abby isn't a very good actress, (though it's her chosen career, laugh out loud at her!!) but to pull a sickie and then go out partying?? Uh, even I thought the dim-witted Barbie doll chav had more sense.
My Mum is just jealous that her youthful days are over, no matter how much she tries to kid herself she is 21, thin and sexy.
Love, Maddie
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Spunk Handsome...
People of the World,
We've all heard of Spunk Ransom, right?? Wait, you haven't...?? What planet are you from??
Spunk Ransom is the adorable nickname people have adopted for none other than my husband Robert Pattinson. :)
And, my Lord, is he handsome!! See for yourself...
But, hands off, cause he belongs to me; not that he would cheat on me, but...
Anyway, he happens to be playing Edward Cullen in Twilight, the greatest story ever written; besides Harry Potter and Romeo and Juliet. It's about a vampire who falls for a human, and oh, I'm a vampire... RAWR!!
So, people, don't just read Twilight and claim Edward has your heart, (for numerous reasons, one of them being Edward already has my heart to look after) read Twilight and be proud to be part of them phenomenon, don't just love it because of the hype tat it's getting.
That is all.
Love, Maddie
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Miley Cyrus is such a slag...
People of the World,
Think about this one; in real life, would a 20 year old male go out with a 15 year old? (Ok, she is 16 now, but like it makes a difference!!)
Hello!!??!! Wake up, and smell the shit; Miley Cyrus' boyfriend is only dating her because 'apparently' (quotation marks intended) she's an AMAZING singer and she's very rich. Notice the sarcasm? Uh huh, yeah...
Only a deaf, dumb and blind man would EVER tell stupid Miley she was pretty and could sing. What I still don't understand is why she ever agreed to do the Vanity Fair shoot in the first place if she thought it would turn out horrible? The photographer did a good job making the picture ok to publish without fear of anyone fainting, but to have it thrown back in her face by a stupid, ignorant 15 year old? I feel for the photographer, she didn't deserve this.
Also, Miley goes out getting drunk and trying to sleep with other people's men. She truly is a twat.
Sing it with me now; 'Miley Cyrus is such a slag, such a slag...'
Love, Maddie
Think about this one; in real life, would a 20 year old male go out with a 15 year old? (Ok, she is 16 now, but like it makes a difference!!)
Hello!!??!! Wake up, and smell the shit; Miley Cyrus' boyfriend is only dating her because 'apparently' (quotation marks intended) she's an AMAZING singer and she's very rich. Notice the sarcasm? Uh huh, yeah...
Only a deaf, dumb and blind man would EVER tell stupid Miley she was pretty and could sing. What I still don't understand is why she ever agreed to do the Vanity Fair shoot in the first place if she thought it would turn out horrible? The photographer did a good job making the picture ok to publish without fear of anyone fainting, but to have it thrown back in her face by a stupid, ignorant 15 year old? I feel for the photographer, she didn't deserve this.
Also, Miley goes out getting drunk and trying to sleep with other people's men. She truly is a twat.
Sing it with me now; 'Miley Cyrus is such a slag, such a slag...'
Love, Maddie
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Silence does mean silence.
People of the World,
We had a minutes silence today to remember those who had fought in the Great War, World War II and who are now fighting in Iraq in the present.
Naturally, and out of pure respect, I kept silent; 'shushing!' people who were talking. I see this as the utmost direspect; of course, British school children are truly ignorant when it comes to matters like respect and grammar, which is off the subject but yet still neccessary. At times when I feel proud to be British (like Rememberance Sunday, for example) thefeelings are suddenly thwarted when a stupid girl would start laughing loudly, setting off the other lemmings. That's when I feel ashamed to be a school child.
Another thing that surprised me, and I'm naming no names, is that the muslim of the class was laughing louder than everyone. Yes, I know.
So, people of Britain, do remember you manners, don't be ignorant, it doesn't hurt. You won't have to get off your arse to do it.
And on that happy note, I leave.
Love, Maddie
We had a minutes silence today to remember those who had fought in the Great War, World War II and who are now fighting in Iraq in the present.
Naturally, and out of pure respect, I kept silent; 'shushing!' people who were talking. I see this as the utmost direspect; of course, British school children are truly ignorant when it comes to matters like respect and grammar, which is off the subject but yet still neccessary. At times when I feel proud to be British (like Rememberance Sunday, for example) thefeelings are suddenly thwarted when a stupid girl would start laughing loudly, setting off the other lemmings. That's when I feel ashamed to be a school child.
Another thing that surprised me, and I'm naming no names, is that the muslim of the class was laughing louder than everyone. Yes, I know.
So, people of Britain, do remember you manners, don't be ignorant, it doesn't hurt. You won't have to get off your arse to do it.
And on that happy note, I leave.
Love, Maddie
Monday, 10 November 2008
See if you can recognise who this one's about;
You don't see them the way I do,
You don't see beneath their lies,
They're fake and chavs the lot of them,
You need to see underneath the disguise.
Since you've joined them you have transformed,
Into a rather strange new being.
They pull you one way, I pull you the other,
Though it's beyond your point of seeing.
So, please return my best friend,
She was a very cool girl.
She is the same old person
Beneath every fake nail and curl.
May add more, not sure.
Love, Maddie
You don't see beneath their lies,
They're fake and chavs the lot of them,
You need to see underneath the disguise.
Since you've joined them you have transformed,
Into a rather strange new being.
They pull you one way, I pull you the other,
Though it's beyond your point of seeing.
So, please return my best friend,
She was a very cool girl.
She is the same old person
Beneath every fake nail and curl.
May add more, not sure.
Love, Maddie
Saturday, 8 November 2008
There's something about Cambridge...
People of the World,
Yes, you heard me correctly, there is something about Cambridge. You see, I was there during the half-term holidays, and was surprised to find out that Cambridge is indeed a City.
Hold up... Cambridge?? A CITY?? There must be some mistake.
There I go again, taking the words right out of your tiny, gossip-needy mouths.
The conversation went like this;
"Nan, is Cambridge a City or a Village?"
"A Village... City?"
"Whaaat??" (My first eyes-pooping-out-of-the-head moment, and you thought it only happened in films. There, you are wrong.)
There you go, we were both as surprised as each other, though for different reasons. She seemed surprised by me thinking it was a Village, yet I remained gobsmacked at the idea of it as a City.
It certainly has the qualities to be a City; it has about a million Colleges that make up the University, you have the Hospital, you have the sexy and clever boys, you have the Shopping Centre, the Starbucks, the bus service, the beautiful parks and equally beautiful landscapes and houses. If only London was the same.
However, if someone like me lived there I would be awfully intimidated by all the nerds and old people that reside there. If I wished to visit the library, par exemple, and I spoke too loudly to some body, I would probably be murdered for disturbing the students who were studying. Then I would be embarrassed, which would be, er, embarrassing.
I have nothing against Cambridge, and I'm not saying everyone who lives there are either extremely clever or extremely old, (which is kind of true, my nan and grandad live near there) I am merely expressing my opinions, as usual.
Old people do seem to rather like the countryside, and sometimes I don't see why. Hmmm...
But Cambridge is so perfect, I don't see why I won't just put my clever-cap on and move there. The problem is; I love the City, however not this one.
As you would be mad to want to live there, you'd be mad not to want to.
Love, Maddie.
Yes, you heard me correctly, there is something about Cambridge. You see, I was there during the half-term holidays, and was surprised to find out that Cambridge is indeed a City.
Hold up... Cambridge?? A CITY?? There must be some mistake.
There I go again, taking the words right out of your tiny, gossip-needy mouths.
The conversation went like this;
"Nan, is Cambridge a City or a Village?"
"A Village... City?"
"Whaaat??" (My first eyes-pooping-out-of-the-head moment, and you thought it only happened in films. There, you are wrong.)
There you go, we were both as surprised as each other, though for different reasons. She seemed surprised by me thinking it was a Village, yet I remained gobsmacked at the idea of it as a City.
It certainly has the qualities to be a City; it has about a million Colleges that make up the University, you have the Hospital, you have the sexy and clever boys, you have the Shopping Centre, the Starbucks, the bus service, the beautiful parks and equally beautiful landscapes and houses. If only London was the same.
However, if someone like me lived there I would be awfully intimidated by all the nerds and old people that reside there. If I wished to visit the library, par exemple, and I spoke too loudly to some body, I would probably be murdered for disturbing the students who were studying. Then I would be embarrassed, which would be, er, embarrassing.
I have nothing against Cambridge, and I'm not saying everyone who lives there are either extremely clever or extremely old, (which is kind of true, my nan and grandad live near there) I am merely expressing my opinions, as usual.
Old people do seem to rather like the countryside, and sometimes I don't see why. Hmmm...
But Cambridge is so perfect, I don't see why I won't just put my clever-cap on and move there. The problem is; I love the City, however not this one.
As you would be mad to want to live there, you'd be mad not to want to.
Love, Maddie.
Friday, 7 November 2008
...And my ears did bleed.
People of the World,
Fucking Hell, can't someone listen to some music without their ears being attacked? Oh yes, another dig about someone's lack of talent in the area of singing, despite they have a record deal.
SARAH HARDING.
Woah, have you ever heard anything worse?
"Here I am, walking Primrose, wondering when I’m gonna see you again. So here I am, walking Primrose, wondering when I’m gonna see you again..." These are something you'd expect from Kate Bush; which means the members of Girls Aloud have hired a nutty songwriter, or actually found brains and turned bohemian.
Odds are, the second option will probably never happen in the case of the Girls Aloud crew.
But seriously, Sarah Harding? The poor, besotted twats who had voted Sarah into Girls Aloud were, as I said, poor and besotted... and let us not forget twats. They were probably so drunk with the sound of her *ahem* voice, that the terribleness of it exploded the eardrums, therefore causing them only to hear nice sounds. That's my scientific conclusion.
So, after finishing listening to 'The Promise' in which Sarah has a solo like no other, I nearly fainted and fell off my chair. Serious.
Sarah should be shot, and fast. Does anyone know if Mark Chapman has a grandson?
Aside from the jokes, let's be serious, no one deserves the evil wrath of a dead cat singing.
Love, Maddie.
Fucking Hell, can't someone listen to some music without their ears being attacked? Oh yes, another dig about someone's lack of talent in the area of singing, despite they have a record deal.
SARAH HARDING.
Woah, have you ever heard anything worse?
"Here I am, walking Primrose, wondering when I’m gonna see you again. So here I am, walking Primrose, wondering when I’m gonna see you again..." These are something you'd expect from Kate Bush; which means the members of Girls Aloud have hired a nutty songwriter, or actually found brains and turned bohemian.
Odds are, the second option will probably never happen in the case of the Girls Aloud crew.
But seriously, Sarah Harding? The poor, besotted twats who had voted Sarah into Girls Aloud were, as I said, poor and besotted... and let us not forget twats. They were probably so drunk with the sound of her *ahem* voice, that the terribleness of it exploded the eardrums, therefore causing them only to hear nice sounds. That's my scientific conclusion.
So, after finishing listening to 'The Promise' in which Sarah has a solo like no other, I nearly fainted and fell off my chair. Serious.
Sarah should be shot, and fast. Does anyone know if Mark Chapman has a grandson?
Aside from the jokes, let's be serious, no one deserves the evil wrath of a dead cat singing.
Love, Maddie.
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