Snowprints in the Sand

SERVING SUGGESTION: situated by the eiffel tour, consuming white coffee with a macaroon. Y omit the minority??? There are some vegan Parisians \|/ 🇫🇷 seripoisly siq of these grotesque stéréotypes My dad got me cheek to cheek for xmo and omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so euphonious!! atm my fav song is 'Nature Boy', originally by Nat King Cole I think??  Fav lyrical utterance from the song is deffo this: "the greatest thing, you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return..." Although I don't agree with the semantics, the harmonious phonology more than recompenses the lexis démodé. (literal translation = Unfachonablé) as archaic are the conventions.  GaGa is perpetual queen for showing us monsters the benevolence of Jazz. 🐾 Also I may not have discovered EDM without ARTPOP!!! But it would probs still be my fav genre bcus my amazingly beautiful psychol bae Jack <3is a future famous EDM DJ person thus it would not be unbeknownst to ...

Surreptitious twist on the literary technique of utilising the weather as a metaphor for feelings/ emotions ;) Everai :Remember the blog I posted during Hallowe'en when I let the stranger human man in and I thought they would be my final moments and all I could think is pls spare the summer, the prodigal legacy is the most kind, innocent, untainted soul, and wishing charlsey was avec :( :( :( well the care home sent us a huge bouquet of flowers a few days later and on Xmo Eve we visited his care home and delivered a cake to them. It was kind of nice, but sad seeing these people who had suffered long term cognitive brain damage :-(. But my mother, being the philanthropist she is, kindly donated a cake to the inhabitants of his care house. Subsequently, we went to Tesco and whilst searching for the cashew butter, one discovered that sun pat do a CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER CONCOCTION!!! The second I got home and spooned a smooth, edentate spoonful of the benevolent creation I relieved ...

Bcus strong independent non-caucasian female like Biancà who deffi should have won \|/ siq1 Lord sugar like seripously what the even was the Australian guy selling????  I think Bianca should have won bc: She was a strong, independent coloured lady. Told by society to be herself, yet subsequently accusé of concealing her true colours behind a façade of pretension. Because of the prejudice deriving from her the trepidatious misfortune that was her hairline, she was forced to create a glacial shell for protection, becoming harder than titanium, colder than pewter.  Bc you shout it out But I can't hear a werdd u sai U shoot all the blüjays you want, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingjay bird  Yet, she allowed not this animosity to acidify inside her; she wished to reverse the prejudice help the other colours exploit their beauté, thus supporting gender équalité 🌷 Également, however, one could argue that although she may have been promoting ethnic equality, she was exa...

Monday : I can't comprehend how different life was a year ago: then, I lacked the confidence to wear mufti :( whereas today, although there was adrenaline, I did it!!!!! However, unable to flaunt my funké frech swegger bc spent the entire day in the library bc both english lit AND lang courseworks were due :(  on even the same day. wat t even heck r u kiddé me. Abhorrent repercussions of taking both Englishes at a-level, yet I don't even know what the plural of english is. Also most mind boggglieiing grammar fact: 'verb' is a noun o.O. I wish my school offered AQA English lit & lang and also Creative writing at a level :(:( on sat night I'd planned on being bre keen and setting my alarm for 10:02 am so I could finish my three essays (lol finish??? English??? one cannot simply complete an english essaye) and do it. Upon awakening to the sound of ducks, I thought: yay ok 5 minutes to contemplate the metaphysical nature of my dreams. THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATER I...

OH MY GOD. OH MY GAWD. MY GWAD.  this was the most abhorrent culmination to a series I've ever even witnessed 😰 IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT STOP READING DONT EVEN SLEEP JUST CATCH UP ON iPLAYÉ YOULL BE DONE BY 8AM  I don't know what's so sadisticially gratifying about this 'relationship thriller drama' genre: the asphyxiating revelations. The fustratingly ambiguous camera, omitting faces to create suspense. The White noise exacerbating the intensity of the abhorrence of the revelations. The murders: the cold blooded murders. I was hoping for a happy reunion. If they hadn't have shown the final scene, I would have almost been okay with it. But the final twist. BBC THAT WAS JUST CRUEL YOU CALLOUS EDENTATES.  But most abhorrent  implication: ultimately, it wasn't just their child who was missing;  It was themselves. It conveyed some beautiful morals: don't lose yourselves; acceptance; letting go;  BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THE LATTER WHEN THE ENDING REVEALED T...

Takes a lifetime to earn; takes a second to loose; takes forever to regain. English language was fun as usual: Elly and I swagged in the star trek room for the final lesson before our coursework was due in 3: After my clarinet lesson, I sat with georgerai in the library for about 20 benevolent minutes and we had the loveliest conversation about teeth and I only shed about one or two hairs during the time :3 Another reason I don't like sixth form, albeit I am starting to not dislike it but will forever miss year 11, is because of the abhorrently small classes: core maths only has four people; french only has six. And when theres only six people, three of which are external females, when the teacher is handing out the work to peer assess you can't say 'which one is Emma' to the person next to you because everyone will hear. Moreover, when the teacher says 'can you stop talking' sass mode must be repressed: you can't riposte with 'no' because he w...

Started this post last thursday, but as you perceptive followers may have noticed (gergerai and charlsé) I have been on a rebellious strike / hiatus. Okay so here's what you missed: Thursday last week REBECCA ADLINGTON CAME TO SCHOOL TODAY!!!! but naturally, the teachers were too embarrassed to allow her to see us, thus they rearranged our lessons to ensure we were locked away in class so she wouldn't see us. However, I didn't mind bcus le sport et récreation was reduced by ten minutes; english literature was increased by 20 minutes which was good bc Poetry!! and I am an aspiring poet/ poodle. Thus, not allowed to enter it. However, all day I heard people ridiculing her nose, which really infuriated me because simultaneously they were all sad they couldn't get to see her. Really rude bc I would actually love to have her nose :'( people shouldn't take noses for granted: My maternal fam all have beautiful noses; my paternal fam all have........my nose :-{. UG...

Can't believe he's gone first: he should have won!! He was so funny and nice :( Perhaps ppl just assumed he'd get votes?? Hence why Joey Essex didn't win last year Last year Joey and the guy from fretch prints of bells air should have been the final two :( But I did love David Emmanuel and Kian <3 BUT One must admit, he took the banter too far with Jake </3 Also Meeting tomorrow with my head of year bc I'm the dumbest pertson in all of my classes and should really be doing a BTEC in hair and beauté

okay so I was innocently spooning peanut butter from the jar whilst trying to do my English Lang coursework due tomorrow, however realising I'm going to basically be submitting exactly the same thing as before bc got hardly any feedback from teacher :( I leave for one minute and find: The spoon on the floor. The lid lying next to it.The jar - gone. THEN I SEE UGLY MUTT OF A DOG WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED IS EATING IT. Of course I will never think abortion is okay, unless you breed a bichon frise with a yorkie NOT A GOOD IDÉA L4DS What the evene am I supposed to do now????? Have to have cashew butter on my toast now ok thenq Then I gave it to Summer bcus Summer :3 but idk why it made me feel so morose watching her: Unable to reach the peanuts inside, she began chewing the jar and tearing off the label :( it made me cry because her mother's long, slender elegant snout would have been able to reach it :(. The desperation I think ::(   also, woke up with feeling v. p...

Okay so six years ago today I came home from school and my mum was like: come upstairs!! and I was like nah I'm okai thanq lol and after much coercion  I actually did it. I went in her room and then got bre scared because there was a small white fluffy cloud - the Snowsephine. I remember the two first things eleven-year-old me asked my mother: 1) omg is it a boy or a girl?!?!? and 2) omg is it mine????I thought she was a rabbit lol bcus she was so small and I remember how I tentatively picked her up for the first time, touching her head, tracing her skull. Comprehending how this warm creature had a beating heart, a pulsating pulse. Starkly Contradistinctive of my final memories of her. The blur between life and death is more than merely superficial: touching the cold, hard skin for the last time...makes you forget the first time you ever felt the warm, suppleness merely four years previously. Sombrely, every day a fragment of memory begins to decay. Perhaps this is why I like the c...

It really did not feel like my birthday at all. Literally this morning consisted of the invariable ugh-how-long-can-I-ignore-my-alarm-without-being-self-conscious-of-waking-up-the-lodgers-actually-idc-h8-them-all Was sad bc I didn't wake up to any birthday tweets like I did last year - in fact, only Charles and Elliott remembered. And my parents!! However, lovely start to day because to avoid arriving at enrichment on time i detoured to the library toilets, despite being water-deprived, thus not needing it. Upon exiting I saw the Charlsey Lord waving to me from the library!! Thus, I entered. Simultaneously, Elliott gave me a hug!! :3 Unequivocally benevolent start to the day. English Literature was good because I got lots practically half my coursework done!! Since my teacher had basically bee parred me off on my first draft (remnants of my year nine idiolect present :3), I restarted from scratch. Focusing on morality, and somehow I'm beginning to - ironically - empathise...

Autumn is definitely my fav time of year - warm jumpers, grey cloudy skies (why plural surely there's only one sky??)  Things that consitute my love of autumn : ( pathetic fallacy )!!! - getting dark at like 4pm 🎇 - fog which blurs the world, which visually echoes the lack of lucidity of my perceptions - the contrast: how abruptly it jumps from hot to cold. Almost as cold as my heart; almost as abruptly as my soul 😈 - acid rain :3  - less people - insulating hair💆 - hot chocolate ☕️ And best of all no more abhorrently hot sun!! 🔥 - walkies home in the dark 🎆 - increased hunger; increased food 🍌 - all the leaves!!!!! Albeit they're too crunchy; they should be squinchier 🍂 - seeing my breath 💨 and knowing I'm constituting the CO2 acidification of the air, thus provoking the world's demise 👹 All the other months are too capricious; autumn is always consistent and honest. :3  Oh yeah and birthday 😁 can't believe it'...

Although afternoon form was really nice engaging in a benevolent spoken exchange with Georgerai which consisted of dogs and blogs and music and sick rhymes :3, morning form made me sad throughout the day: Christopher wrote on the board 'what would be the reply to this: 'can I go to the toilet please sir'. When he asked me what the answer would be, I said 'yes pretty sure you are capeable of urinating...', to which he replied 'you must have a v pedantic teacher: can't get my year sevens to understand this'. It worries me that chew was teaching us the same thing that year 7s are learning :/ . However, he asked me if english is going okay and of ive finished brighton Rock yet -.- which brê titterd me off bcus  all I said was 'yes', but what I was thinking was 'Um yes in fact just three days after you slagged me off to all the teachers who used to like me and just one day after the head of ks5 eng came and reproached me for being a 'fool...

Okay so yesterday at 2pm was the optimal peaK tYmes 4 mE: discovered that I had my grade 5 piano exam today. ¡Quel abhorrence! \|/ ABRSM for not notifying \|/ may I condemn you to the 8th circle of hell where all the flies that constitute my enmity for summer hibernate during winter \|/  ALSO!! Started this new qualification by AQA called core maths which is an AS level (equivalent - although it's graded 'pass', 'merit' and 'distinction', it's not a BTEC because it does not consist of nike hoodies and Adidas trackies) but 80% of it is just GCSE extended; only 20% is taken from a level. It's really weird because it's not like maths that I'm used to with surds and the quadratiq formulaé and stuff, it's a real life based course created to build logic and common sense lol so no hoep 4 me  So yeah in the mark scheme there's no correct answers because the questions are so ambiguous: it will be something like 'how long will it take to dr...

Well usually no I don't becuase double sprec (sport and récréation) between break and lunch which consists of me sleeping on the bike situated next to the pillar so that the teacher doing yoga with the girls in the corner can only see me when he hangs them upside down from the ceiling. Subsequently, I pedal backwards so there's no resistance. Thus, I create a facade of working out but minus the # gains #bulk  breaking of the fragments of what I call 'my muscles'. Aw I miss Miranda can't beleaf there are only two more eps ever :(:( Anyway skived it today lol & typed up all my psychology notes from the lesson today. Psychology is so weird becuase although its a science, I find it so interesting and the lessons are so fun and the teacher is so nice and good and I sit next to Jack <3 and its so amazing and unlike anything I've ever done before. I thought it was my odd subject out in my A level combo but acually it links quite well with eng lang which links (...

Okay so i thought this was going to be the worst week of my life because: It was 11pm on Sunday night and I'd only just submitted my literature coursework plan to my teacher online and my Eng Lang coursework was due the next day and so far I had done 22 words out of 800. Furthermore, I had a psychology resit because I got the E, and because I got the D I had my GCSE English Language Exam on Tuesday. Monday It was 2 or 3am idk I lost count. So far I'd just been staring at the computer screen staring at an image of Joey Essex. I thought 'lowe dis fam ill do it tomoz morning' okay. So, I had to skive my french 1 to 1 (wouldn't have missed much since I get so scared when I speak French and my partner doesn't actually pause to let me even speak, however he did cover for me:]) and truancy occurred during third period as well (Enrichment) but I managed to do about five or six hundred words (albeit at least two or three hundred of which were the word 'abhorrent...

BEST HALLOWEEN EVER because Citizen Khan was back and there were no trick or treating people. I never went trick or treating when I was a little doodlie :(:( but  I did play froggy/ doodle jump :-) However, the highlight of this day, other than waking up to a text message, was definitely Educating Joey Essex: Reem Halloween. I love him so much bcus he's just so funny and beautiful and his use of malapropisms is hilarious and furthermore I now have about 34 words of ideas for my satirical coursework piece about him! Yay only 666 left! Thus, I think I'm justified watching videos of him all day tomorrow I really like this song called chandelier, but the video \|/ . Sorry but why make a song with the lyrics ' gonna fly like a bird through the night/ feel my tears as they dry/ I'm gonna swing from the chandeliiiiiiir ' yet not illustrate a beautiful slow motion person swinging on a chandelier in a huge mansion flying  consisting of glass shattering. This would be a ...

The lumps in my midnight custard, ça me fais réflechir about the abhorrence I've experienced today. Okay so today I think I thought I had a near death experience: This man came to the house and asked if there was anyone to talk to bc he was from London and lost. Okay so I went upstairs, and since I live with five other people I'm seldom home alone.  BUT JUST WHEN I NEEDED THEM THEYD ALL GONE 😬😬😬 so I called my mum and she said DONT LET HIM IN JUST TELL HIM TO GO NEXT DOOR so I apologisé to him and did it. THEN HE RETURNED and asked to utilise the toilet; I couldn't say no. Directing him was the scariest: I feared for the summer dogglie and was so scared he might hurt her. But he was so calm so cool and I realise only in the literary world are people sadistic enough to hurt animals intentionally 🐩. After about 10 minutes my anxiety exacerbated because I couldn't hear any dripping or plopping and I was worried he was committing suicide for someone and obviously I'...

Drank two cups of green tea; the repercussions of caffeine are taking place since it's 2am and I want to sleep so bad but gotta pea and restless because adrenaline & exacerbation of anxiety 🍵 I love autumn because of the exponentially diminishing daylight displaced with increasing darkness. 🌌 Night is my favourite because I just feel so awake and alive 🌠 although one usually sleeps when it's dark which is probs why also because sleeping is like probs my favourite thing. 🌃 Dark & I have some good memories together :/) - one of my favourite times was this day 3 weeks ago when I went to see the drama lab production at school: it was 7:10 pm, thus I had to run because the performances started at 7:30 and I live over a mile away. Okay usually I am repulsed by anything remotely resembling excersise, but i must admit I enjoyed rebelling my abhorrent perceptions. I was wearing my warm red jumper which I love and loathe because it's so warm but the head hole is too small...

So this new series on BBC One started last night called 'The Missing'. Its genre is a 'Relationship thriller' about this irish guy (I think) who misplaces his son on a Holiday in France. Eight years later, he returns and there's a person reading To kill a Mockingbird in and there's lots French dialogue both subtitled and unsubtitled when they don't want to reveal plot deatails but ouaaaais bcus je comprende lol. It was actually really good - the end was so intense but fuquen netflix has robbed me of patience: I just take it for granted that I don't have to wait an agonising WEEK to resolve the suspense of the cliffhanger episode ending. Furthermore, not only is it a good series, but it also has an okay intro!!! I find the two seldom coexist á la fois. Its bre suspense because there are three narrative perspectives: 1) Eight years ago when the fam were on holiday 2) 2014 when the guy goes back to france and 3) The mother but her hair is long and dark and...

Okay so overwhelmed with fame, getting THREE FAVOURITES on an inconsequential tweet conveying that I was the only year 12 in my school, until I descover ONE THIRD OF THE CONSTITUENTS OF FEELING FAMOUS was an anti-satanist reaching out to me, trying to save me. I AM BEYOND REPENTANCE; I AM BEYOND REDEMPTION. Also today is exactly one month until my birthday and two months until Christmas!!!! ( i think ) 

Because most of year 12 had spent £300 to be cold and wet and coerced to do do a run every morning before breakfast in BuDe, the 5 or 6 sixth formers who were not doing the latter residential or work experience were expected to volunteer. However, each day consisted of a struggle to find the careers advisor to tell us what we need to do and when that failed we just had to desperately search for somewhere to 'help'. But the whole school is off timetable during enterprise week thus here is an account of the abhorrence of the struggle: Tuesday: Okay one will admit that this was a pretty trepidatious day and due to the abhorrent flood of year 10s and 11s in the concourse because of the career shops I did resort to hiding in the library toilets, applying vaseline because the Aloe Vera not only sooths burns (physically and metaphorically), but also soothes the soul. Furthermore, I listened to Donatella bcus Queen GaGa always ensures prevention of panic attacks <3  However, my love...

What infuriates me the most is when everyone loves someone and I'm just like w h y \ | / ; only I know the truth, but I can't say anything because it's better to live in oblivion than know the abhorrence of the truth.  I think I've worked quite hard - I was one mark off a D in my first exam essay. I'm finding the transition from gcse to a level extremely difficult - even worse than year 6 to year 7 and I don't appreciate being slagged off to my favourite department when I have 30 pages left and there's people who've barely even touched the book. You're supposed to be able to confidentially confide in a form tutor and respect the trust. I was almost happy because after thinking she was angry with me miss dyke was really nice to me but then the head of KS5 lit stopped me outside form this morning and made me feel like in all her 50 years of teaching a level she couldn't have even imagined this could ever happen. And I'm pretty sure I've don...