Snowprints in the Sand

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 ...