so its nearly 9 on a saturday night and im still at home... i guess you could tell why from the title if your an avid fan right? maybe not, who knows?

long weekends equal highly hung over states but im still glad ive had some time to myself. to be honest im pretty proud of myself at the moment. i guess i should start doing more stuff to be proud about instead of being proud about the fact im capable of not doing stuff. as an answer to my last post, i read mems blog and she's visiting in a few weeks, fancy that =)

saw han yesterday for the first time in months, asside from college anyway. and i saw alan literally for the first time in months too... ive completly lost momentum to write any more...

iggy quote:
"you are holly wobble and i am iggy wibble... and that... will be in our marriage vows"

he is THE most immensly cute ass guy i have ever met, and the only one that gets even cutesier and more loveable when drunkard.

i'd love to say im having the time of my life right now, but its a bit weird with school starting again tomorrow an all. plus the fact im gona be doing more work than last year by adding another subject and going a whole a level harder in the other three. *giggles* who am i trying to kid? graphics art and media never get any harder really, you just have to have generally slightly more in depth knowledge, the english lit has to be the biggest doss subject in the world, reading books and then writing down analogies about them off the top of my head... anal... huhuhu...

been reading far to many pratchetts in far to short-a time span, infact im seriously concidering writing down all the most exellent quotes from all the books as i go along seeing as i forgot one about being weary of leather clad persons before i had time to reiterate it to anyone...

got called a goth nigger tonight, which actually made me turn round and say, "look kid, are you blind, mentally retarded or just an imbecile?" and had just gone over and started lecturing about rasist remarks and the consequences financially when iggy pulled over in the car which was probably for the best. its shocking what the scum in kendal are like these days; we got asked the other day "if you have any money can you buy us some fags" if I have any money will I buy you some fags?!?! what? iggy said he hasnt been asked that since he lived in leeds, which makes me worry about if there will actually be any decent places to live left by the time i have kids... whats more, not only was i wearing cream, but im also white...?

i think ive gone off any point to this post so far ive forgotten what it was... but generally, this has been THE BEST summer ever, i wish i could remember more of it. but it seems that my kidneys (or maybe something entirely unrelated?) have given up resulting in bad and wrong sickness for the last 5 days, i have 2 sore ankles, back pain, no skin on one elbow & one knee and far FAR to few pictures. on the up side ive got a new shiny digital camera on its way, a new shiny room, new faith in a few friends, a yasmin home, mem visiting in a fortnight, aki and maxi on tuesday and a hell of a lot of good memories.

its also torchlight festival friday which will undoubtedly be amusing especially seeing as mr cocker and co are back from travelling which means an invite to quack related fun and a smiley face or 3... plus iggy has the next morning off - bonus!! so long as my insides are back to normal by then. oh, and instead of being laughed at for my conduct the other day at the "gaff" (which i probably wouldnt have been so inclined to end up at if i wasnt so wasted) i was (i quote) legendary, which i think is marginally better.

*blushes* k, im just rambling now...

what the fuck is the point of getting up early if were only gona set off at three in the afternoon anyway? talk about a fucking lie in.

i desperately need a paper bag to blow into and some led zepplin. apart from that, all is alright, got A, B & C on results day which is alright i guess. gona re-sit the most dissapointing, mainly cause a re-sit in art isnt so much a re-sit its more of a re submit so it means not much effort really, so i can get rid of that C that everyone thinks of as a let down to good marks.

the party went well also, i really should have updated recently but tblog isnt looking so appealing anymore, i'll do it properly when i have time.

note to wives - going to edinburgh so i wont be around

so for the last couple of days ive stayed pretty much in this house with my foot up, with the exeption of going to A&E on thursday morning to perfect iggys day off... so yeah, i got drunkard, and then we went to play pool at the riflemens, and then i got wasted and then there was this hedgehog.

thats as far as i really remember aside from the falling over when me and claire ran hand in hand down quite a steep banking... until the next morning when i was in enough pain to think id broken my ankle. which i havent, incase anyone cares, ive only sprained it quite badly... walking on it completly pissed up and not realising anything hurt was probably my downfall...

why the hell do i always feel the need to get closer? why cant i stay at a safe distance and watch like anyone else? why the hell do i always feel the need to run and stroke the (most likely flee filled) small animals? *sigh*

never mind ey....

now im waiting for a wasp to vacate the bathroom so i can go shower, which may take some time seeing as the window and door are both shut and im to scared to let it out into the rest of the house and i have far to little balance or courage to try one legged scary wasp defenistration.

as from yesterday i have a free house (bar iggy) for three weeks, its kinda cold and quiet without the usual amount of people running round screaming and shouting.. i think i'll get used to it =)

i have 4 weeks of summer left to do all that shit i promised myself i'd get done, one of which being learning to drive, and seeing as my teachers on holiday for three weeks... damn. gotta get a job really soon, imagine how impressive that would be, especially for the parents when there back.

but yeah, its pretty cool having said house, the delivery men bring me a bed on wednesday so im actually gona start sleeping here methinks. we've already started planning a small social gathering... in fancy dress, if anyone wants an invite... and its a hell of a lot easier than last year due to not having to keep it secretive from certain retards. i doubt my parents would mind, they even pointed out where the charcoal for the bbq is etc etc... and they know im a good girl and that all my friends are decent people too...

but yeah, everythings all good and fairly normal as far as things go, getting ready for some hard core memory making for this summer, its gona be exellent even if i do say so myself...

anywho, the real motivation for this post comes from this tmail:

"I will kill you you fuckin asshole. i have got big plans 4 u. NO ONE tlks about my man that way. hes a hell of a lot smarter than you. "

thats it. no intelect, no meaning, no comment as to what the hell shes on about... so me being the nice person that i am, decided to visit her blog and see what the fuck the dipstick is on about... and it turns out that i find the most stomac churning story i have ever heard about an unborn baby.

go visit her blog, and maybe his if you wana, but she's too retarded to make links so its rather manual. i find this the most sickening thing in the world. someone so unready for even mere human contact is having a baby. and the father, poor guy, is worried about not having enough money to go to the fair, months before his girlfriend is gona give birth. why the hell isnt he saving all his money up to look after his family? why hasnt he got a job to try and support them? why is he spending all the time he can smoking and drinking? why is he with a girl that has cheated on him on various occasions and might not actually be carrying his baby? cause he's 16 years old and doesnt know any better.

but isnt it sad that a poor child is going to be brought into this world, and brought up to be like this girl who at 9 months pregnant, has nothing more important to be doing than thinking up witty insults like "I will kill you you fuckin asshole. i have got big plans 4 u." to throw at people she doesnt even know, never mind have the mental capacity to find and kill. LOL.

i shouldnt find it so funny. imagine the world in 10 years time if people like this keep breeding. it wouldnt be pretty.

havent had the net anywhere but college for quite some time now, and im quite ashamed to note that for the first time i use a pc rather than a mac in two weeks im automatically pressing the wrong keys and doing quirky little mac things... *hangs head in shame*

that is all.

no update for agaes... sorry wwiiiiivvvvvvvvveeeeeeees ssssss...

been uber, well... you could say busy cause ive had shit loads of stuff to do and i have been doing it, but well theres always spare time inbetween being busy. so i havent really got any excuse. theres been loadsa people around in my parents house since doug came back so i guess ive been spending as little time at the computer as humanly possible. for the next two days the parents and doug are at his graduation (yeah, he "couldnt" get me a ticket in the end", hopefully this means i'll get a cool present seeing as its gona be the last visit to bath for the foreseeable) so im baby sitting for the next couple of days solid... which mean being home and probably sat right here...

some good stuffs has happened, of which i cant post hurried pics due to loss of phone-comp cable *sigh* id be screwed if i lost my phone, so many exellent memories are stored there... on sunday we went across windamere in a rowing boat and vaugley tried to comandeer a vessel... but as we got close shouting "arrrRRR" and other pirate terminology we realised the old guy fishing over the side was infact naked... but yeah, a good day even if there wernt many places in the boat/car to take wives...

something came up... ill be back...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggg gggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh

is all there is to say, and i dont say it for any reason in particular. nothings going wrong, even less is going right. i want to chop off body parts, i dont care who's, i'd probably go for my own if no one fancies volenteering. also im ill as fuck. and just in one of those moods that come allong out of the blue and make you want to throw yourself againt misc objects and or walls, infact anything that might hurt enough to escape this god fucking dammned mood. its that mood where saying fucking seems to make your mouth feel better for the half second duration that it takes and then your back to the same old must trash everything mood...

what the hel is wrong with me. who the hell made me feel this goddamn pissy?

so today just feels sad. everyone ive seen has been hyped, or chatty, or full of life. and thats made me feel even less full of life. ive just finished my book. i dont like finishing things, anything really... a film, a book, a song, a day... it all makes me far to reflective unless something just as brain consuming starts again straight after. i need a new book. but none of them can be as thinky as the one ive just read... its gona be horrible when ive read out all the pratchett books, then where will i be able to read pure genius thoughts that im sure ive thought before... on the page in between a twisted story?

to update: ive stopped feeling sad already. what the fuck makes people so far up their own ass that their using themselves as a hat? its not like he's just started being a dick since he got a digree, oh no, he was an up himself wanker far before that, he played the same shit music now (which btw, pisses me off in its own right; "your my alternative girlfriend" - what. with talentless drivel in the background. so fucking what if its easy to listen to background music, the fat fuck plays the stuff like its the the cleverest album in exsisance. and yeah, he's always thought he knows about a thousand times more about everything than me, and even if he knows nothing about it. even though in the things he not good at he's a complete idiot, and just about anyone has more knowledge about. and life, man, life... theres one he's gona struggle at. he doesnt have anything, not one thing that will make him happy with anyone ever. i used to pray for him to make friends, have some form of life, some form of knowledge you have to learn from experiance. but now. now he's pissed me off so far that im starting to want to let him carry on with this pointless existance, im not even pitying him, im hoping that he'll realise one day when he's old and lonely and has nothing but his fucking computer that maybe he should have learned a bit from the people around him whilst he had them, instead of just preaching about absolute bulshit that will never help anyone. if he was how he used to be, just arrogant, ignorant... but now he's exactly the same amount of % asshole, but thinks he's somehow helping out. he's saving the fucking world somehow by being such a fucking dick.

to be realistic, i havent seen any butterflies, but ive seen dragonflies but they dont make the same roll off the toungue effect. so whats new?

i havent been online for quite some time cause in a day of doug being back from amsterdam he blew the router. and we cant afford to get a new one. so im told that my internet may be broken again at an minute so i'll try make it snappy. we did something dead good the other day but i cant quite remember what it was, and hannah hasnt blogged about it so im not quite sure... how am i meant to remember stuff if i cant put it on the net?

saw my gran for the first time since she got married and moved out, was weird, she didnt seem like anything had changed at all, infact she was mid-tidying of the living room she no longer lives in, as per x-usual.

Picnic! thats what it was, we went for a picnic in grassmere and it was shiny... and we had bubbles of all shape and sizes... well, the bubble makers where different shapes anyway... and a cute little bubble pipe... bla bla bla, anywho it was sunny and i had dc and iggy and han all in one place which has become quite a rarity so that was cool, and steff was exellent too... its weird how i miss her being around at school even though i hardly ever spent any time with her anyway. and we had cherry beer by a river/stream, which involved one of the males dagelling procariously off a fence to tie beers so they dangeled in the river to cool down... oh so cute...

and then i got so unbelivably drunk that night with beer and wine and malibu and 10% beers in vast amounts and all i really remember was a hell of a lot of laughing all round, and iggy being the king of comedy... there was a quote actually... *looks through fone* hahahaha... "its kinda like recycled sex actually" and after we left the pub in the later early hours of the morning we went and smoked spliffs at the church, where archie shouted feds or somesuch, so me and han went to sneek around to see if we could find any... and we'd just given up and decided to steal a large tent full of beer for the kirkland festival, when someone said you shouldnt do that holly, hannah... lol, we discovered it was only beryll on security though so it was all cool...

and then the kirkland festival the day after... i am SO sorry to everyone who doesnt usually have to put up with me being plastered, like my year 7 boyfriend who really cant dance but i seemed to make him anyway... and i lost steff, well, i called a dealer and then put steff in their car to drive to grange and back and didnt even think about the woe's of this planin my drunkard state, but it was all good. it was only when in the middle of the pitch black night i stood up and realised that everyone from the festival apart from the circle of people we where sat with had left, and therefore we where all completely wankered...

next years lower sixth where in the last 2 days, they happen to be the biggest pile of wankeres i have ever met bar 2. sorry, i hate my year and everything but compared to them... and even though i dont particually want any of the guys in my year, it doesnt mean i want loads of scantily clad tarts all over them either. eww. is all i can say. at least laura was around to rant at and be ranted at from otherwise i may have died. for the last 4 working days i have had a total of 1 period of lessons due to teachers cancelling. so whats the point in being there i ask... at least i have a really good book...

and so it goes on...