anyway. i present you all with a mini-mini-mini picspam. but first, a totally non-spoilery pic that i really must say something about.




I HAVE THOSE MUGS. JUST SAYIN'.
& ME AND MY MOM LOOK JUST LIKE THAT WHEN WE HAVE TEA.
OKAY.

now. i will be spoiling things. well, not really cos i have no fucking clue what's going on in any of the clips, but i suppose if you're lucky, you can figure it out. statistically speaking, at least one person should come up with the correct idea. OH FUCK YOU STATS. caps are not good quality, just a note.

( s4 clip picspam of totally unepic proportions and made mostly because i want to ask questions and say OMG about 2 things. )

Oops. Again.

seven days of sharing: has turned into like 10. or something.

one: a song
two: a picture
three: a book/ebook/fanfic
four: a site
five: a youtube clip

six: a quote

Keisha: Ugh. It's always some day or other at this school! Today it's sex education day. Yesterday was Monday. Let's take the day off, man!
Natella: You always want to take the day off Keisha. You're trapped in a vicious circle. Not interested in school cos you can't read, can't read cos you're not interested in school.
Keisha: I can't read, Natella, cos I have Attention Deficit Syndrome.
Latrina: What's that?
Keisha: What's what? Oh! Teacher's coming! Don't let her see the baby. Distract her!
Natella: Mrs. Jackson, have you don't something with your hair?
Mrs. Jackson: Uh no.
Latrina: Well perhaps you should. It's a disgrace.
Mrs. Jackson: Riight. This is Tamsin, everybody. In their wisdom, her parents have decided to broaden her social awareness and leave public school and mix with poorer, more violent children.
~ Bromwell High; info.
Keisha & I are like soulmates, lol.

seven: whatever tickles your fancy
Whatever tickles my fancy? WELL. Then it will be a load of things!

1. Katy Brand - I'm gonna weird you out tonight
I'm gonna weird you out tonight
I'm gonna write my new album with a kite
I'll eat cheese, ham and an aluminum bun
Put a keyboard in a blender just to have some fun

2. Little Boots: A Different Kind of Youtube Star
Pitchfork: You're all over the internet, on YouTube, MySpace, and on your blog. And I see you've started a Twitter now. I'm sort of frightened by Twitter.

Little Boots: What a strange thing, right? I don't really want to know what everybody had for breakfast and it quite worries me that people want to know what I had for breakfast. With all the other stuff-- my blog, YouTube, and everything else-- I've always done it myself. I'm totally into it. But the Twitter was something that my management made me do. It's stupid; I don't get it. I got annoyed, I was like, "Oh god, with all the other stuff that I do, you want a bloody Twitter as well?" I've just been putting ridiculous things on there.

3. Kanye West 'Auto tune'
"Not only was this record produced by ME, I also rap, sing and play every instrument MYSELF. The sleeve was designed by ME, and I PERSONALLY burnt every CD and I put them in the boxes with MY OWN hands!

I am directing this video with with cameras that I designed and built MYSELF. The TV you watchin' this on was invented by ME, and all the programs on all the other channels were written and produced and directed by ME."

4. fitness club fiasco!!! :D <3

5. Bench. I like benches. I like to stand on benches and pretend I've just taken a dozen sleeping pills & chased those with vodka. Cos then people will know what love feels like.

Well, that's enough fancy tickling for the day.

seven days of sharing:

one: a song

Asking me to decide which song to post is about the most time-consuming thing I could be asked to do (That sentence was weird, but you get my point). So, to simplify, I went to iTunes and I'm posting my most played track on there.

"The 7 July 2005 London bombings, also known as 7/7, were a series of coordinated suicide attacks on London's public transport system during the morning rush hour. The bombings were carried out by four English Muslim men motivated by Britain's involvement in the Iraq War.

At 08:50, three bombs exploded within fifty seconds of each other on three London Underground trains, a fourth exploding an hour later at 09:47 on a double-decker bus in Tavistock Square. The explosions were caused by home-made organic peroxide-based devices, packed into rucksacks and almost certainly detonated by the bombers themselves. Fifty-six people were killed, including the bombers, and 700 were injured."

♫ Drag me by my ankles, to the bottom of the ocean
There I'll stay forever, until you come back from England
I stayed up forever, tried to call your number
But you were lost forever, in the early days of winter
Dirty little town on the Thames is calling you away ♫

here: LONDON BOMBS

two: a picture
three: a book/ebook/fanfic
four: a site
five: a youtube clip
six: a quote
seven: whatever tickles your fancy

Medium: TV
Fandom: Skins
Subject: Effy Stonem (again, yeah I know...)
Title: Impeccable Peccadillo
Warnings: Language.
Notes: It somehow felt fitting to make another angsty Effy mix right now. Apologies however for the artwork. I don't have my normal program so I did the best I could with the crap one I have. I'll probably redo it when I get my PC back.


( “don’t go in if you are abnormally attracted to sin” )

:: post will be made friends-only in one week. ::
due to the massive popularity of this mix (if mediafire stats are to be believed, it's the most popular mix i've ever made), i'll be leaving this post open indefinitely. enjoy. i'm rather proud of it myself. ;)

for some reason, christmas never fails to make me miss S Club 7.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.
perhaps it's the winter coats and snow in the video?
or maybe the fact one christmas i went to lick's really late at night to meet some friends and this song came on.
or maybe the fact that OMG lise and i were OBSESSED with Perfect Christmas, in a purely hilarious way. mostly because when we listened to the karaoke version, it sounded eerily similar to "Too Much", lmao. to the point that they were actually interchangable.

*sigh*

the good ole days of highschool craziness.



So if I had a wish come true
I'd spend the perfect Christmas with you

.

...

Hi.

Life = Complete.


That is all.

...

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You may now continue all your lame non-Spice Girls-related lives. In other news, I need one of those black Spice Girls concert t-shirts. They were all sold out by the time I got there. I need one. Now. Please? Anyone know where to get one. (They're not on their site.)




Feb 4, 2008
Toronto, Canada

R.I.P. GIR!!! Legal Action! aka Squishy Fishy
February 2006 - August 2007



We had fun didn't we, Hilter Fish? He passed away peacefully in his sleep August 3rd, 2007 after a short time on this earth where he used up about $500 of my hard-earned dollars. But it's a small price to pay for a constant companion (He can't run away!) and to save him from a torturous death at the hands of a drunken Huntington boy at formal. We had some good times, and he overcame some obstacles that others responded to with "Just flush him!". He got over ICK! He got over that tumour. He got through last hot, hot summer. We did it! You did it.

He was not well for the past 3 days but he is now resting comfortably in the big ocean in the sky.

Bon Voyage, Squishy!

It is a record! Nearly.

For now:



Also, am brain dead. Spelt "Canadian" wrong on Customs declaration. (Also put wrong postal code. Genius.)

Things not to do at a Guster show:

1. Fart. (Then do the not-at-all-subtle glance around, then the "I'm uncomfortable" shuffle).
2. Bring a backpack.
3. Be a cheapskate and stuff your coat into said backpack so you can save the whole $1.75 it costs at coat check.
4. Wear a wool sweater and stand in the pit. Then scratch as the heat and your sweat make the shirt itchy.
5. Put your beer on the floor. You will lose it.
6. Make out. Just, no.
7. Bring your (tall) dad (who will stand in front of short girls like me).
8. Be a cheapskate and bring your backpack and bring your dad (who is wearing a wool sweater) to make out with and then fart while spilling beer on the floor.
(This one didn't happen. But it would still suck if it did.)


The End. Simple.
And Peter, Paul & Mary was very excellent tonight. If only more people listened to them nowadays.

I'm not drunk. WTF is up with me these days?

9 drinks. No buzz.




Rip off.

Granted, it feels later than 11. But not ridiculously so. Yet. Anyways, I promised Mike that I'd post this piccie. So, to begin...



FALLING OFF THE CLIFF IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.
It is punishable by fine, imprisonment or death.

Thank You for your co-operation,
The Society for Ridiculous Signage in Ireland.

Seriously now. Not "Watch your step" or "Caution" or "Danger". Nope, it's "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FALL. END OF STORY."

And for the record, it was these cliffs.

Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare

Scared the crap outta my mom though. I went and climbed over the barricade and right to the edge. Twas fun indeed.

Back to the silly signs... If the picture had been clearer and wanted to warn not to stand close to the cliffs, the person should be standing, not in mid-fall. I have issues apparently. I laughed (and still do) thinking of their exit signs. (Unfortunately no pictures.) Which are roughly equivalent (to the standard dumb North American as I am) as "RUN UPWARDS TO THE SOLID WHITE BLOCK". Don't walk, saunter, dawdle, or meander, even if you are in no rush whatsoever. You must RUN to the exit. Sometimes that involves running to the ceiling, or into a wall. But either way, you must do it FAST. There you will be met with a solid white block (Like the "light at the end of the tunnel", I suppose.) Slam upwards as fast as you can into the solid block, and that is your exit.

Erm. Enough babbling for now.

You really have to love sunsets, waves and clouds to appreciate these ;) I've picked out a few pics from my vacation to share.

"He proceeded to get even more gone when he got there." ~ Rebe

( Head in the sky, feet in the sea. )

Now, can someone please cure my stupid cold? ARG!

~



( Easy Silence (1/1) )

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elixabeth is on th ephione with e! right now. she told me to write seomttheing and so ii''m am. aprils's fool!!! lightehnign scarees me !! but you must tur off your computer because their is a thaiufer storm.


i'm so glad i have a grined thatt alowss me to drink 5 berrs and vodka while on the phone! it's very fun and then i son't feel like a retard drinking by mselfuy . insreaad i have a voice who isn't drinkign with me, but at least i'm not all allone.so i'm not a total loser!! haha. or, shoudl i say ehheheh.


i lvoed the oc this week. eeeeeeeee! bad! i mis alex. mariisa makes me want to drinnk! the oc has subliminal messages. i swear. beeeeeer. damn, i miss alex. aw. alex.... good tiems. msut got to bed.

Mm.. Beer. As if i coul d get drunk on the phone. So seroiusly am ready to gtaduate. 5 beers? That's nothing! whats hapenned to my tolerance? BUB? it disapperered. *smascks self* Okay, going to be d for real now.

Um, for all of you expecting a terribly interesting drunken post, sorry to disappoint. It's a long story but in short, I was kicked out of the club after like 4 minutes. Yeah. So. Um. I'll write it up tomorrow, but that's the short version. Heh.