Meat and Two Veg.

Yesterday I entered the Hotmail competition to win a trip on a train. My sister wanted to go on the train. The theme was 'Britishness', and you had to write a 500 character story. Now, I didnt have some fancy story about how being British helped me survive some tragic fork lift accident or how I was able to complain about the three hour queues in Safeways, but I knew a thing or two about being British. If im being honest, I dont know how this happened, and I dont know why, but after twenty minutes, I found myself entering a 500 character story on meat and two veg. It was accidental, and I forgot about the innuendo behind it. I dont hold high hopes of winning.

Mary Schmich - Chicago Tribune

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ‘97… wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.

Estoy Enfermo

I am ill. I have missed school, I enjoy going to school to say the least, it entertains me for a good six hours of my day. I dont like being ill at all. I have devised a list of all the things I think I could well have:
1) Avian Flu
2) The Black Death
3) Jaundice
4) Whooping Cough
5) Hayfever
6) Chicken Pox
If im being honest, I thought I would have to be put down. I did debate writing a will, but then I didnt really have much to put on it, so I didnt bother.

have they been in monarch of the glen?

hiyar. everything is cold and frozen. and i have hayfever. today is not a good day. Ha, hayfever in the midst of winter? Yes, today we discovered that my rabbit was actually frozen so we set her up a new flash appartment inside. Hay of course, now i have hayfever and it is the worst considering i have photos for my dance tonight. awrrgh. I had a firedrill today, pretty pointless. A waste of my life. Anyway, i'll be back soon because im angry.

Cats, Clementines and all things Christmas

HI! right, so i forgot to do blogs for the past three days, so today will be like when you open a calendar and you get 5 chocolates (or pictures if you're anti chocolate, or lego if you fancy), so i guess this blog will be a bit longer. Today is a sunday, God's resting day, supposedly, and I am sitting next to my cat. My cat is special to say the least. She has no teeth, the vet said she might have had to have her teeth removed because she has HIV, or FIV or CIV. whichever, but mum decided that she has no teeth because she used to eat sticks. I went with mum's theory judging on the IQ of my cat. But about 14 minutes ago it was toggle o'clock, toggle time is a brilliant five minutes in which my cat would go ape playing with the toggles on my coat and she would run about the house like her feet had been set alight. At the moment as we speak it has turned to chasing her tail time. This is an extra special treat when my cat forgets that she actually has a tail and decides that an alien form is following her and she has the need to chase it.
It has been snowing in Canterbury. It was thick snow too, 12 inches, no word of a lie. It was tricky getting places though. Attempted sledging a few times, all of which did not end well. But me being me, it was kind of inevitable. I also found out that when snowing, i love going to supermarkets. I've never enjoyed Sainsbury's so much in my life. The amount of things in there is magic. Expecially seeing as they had Lord Sugars autobiography which will most likely be on my Christmas list. I might write about Lord Sugar tomorrow, being my favourite and all.
Seee'ya!

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

A partridge in a pear tree. Highly unlikely, a partridge wouldn't ever fit in a pear tree. I looked this up on google and it suggested I googled 'Alan Partridge in a pear tree' I declined. Anyway, it's the first of December. I went shopping for advent calendars today with Ben, we didnt get one in the end because he didnt want to look like an idiot paying by debit card. Which he would have. So all's well ends well. My cats are angry at me because i decided to force them to play in the snow with me. It didnt go down well if im being honest. Still, it's no reason for them to get in a mivv with me.
Well, thats all for now, like i said, a mini daily countdown blog.  A blogette some would say.
Laters!

HELLO STRANGERS.

I know what you may be thinking. 'Was it really necessary for her to shout the title at us?'. Well yes, it was as it goes. Deal with it. Because I am so excited to be blogging. Procrastination has got the better of me recently. I know, I am sorry. But Helllllllllllllo? Capital 'H', 13 'L's. I am here is the midst of surviving as a sixteen year old, attempting to do the IB and recently dyed my hair. Which after much debating I have decided it was a mistake doing all three of those. Alright Sheilas, let me tell you. I had white hair, now my hair is dark brown. I have a seizure everytime I look in the mirror. I now regret this. I probably wont in two weeks but for now I do. I am now sitting here listening to Enrique Iglesias (and what?) with a cut face. This weekend I tripped over my own feet and fell face first into a wooden chair. The was blood on my face and everything. My hands didnt even bother trying to save me, they were totally pointless. Now my face is well and truely forcrupptor. Brilliant.

Anyway boys, Its nearly the christmas count down, and I have decided to make a mini blog on everyday for advent. Yes, you've heard correctly. An Annie Advent calander. You're gonna love this. Might even go into some religious potboiler about our lord JC.     ..if you're lucky.
Hasta La Vista.
Or in the words of Enrique... 'you can run you can hide but you cant escape my love'