I miss blogging

I do actually. I mean it's a bit of a trek and all that, but I do actually like it. Mostly. I suppose it's a good sign that I haven't been blogging recently because it means I haven't been feeling very emo, which as we all know is when I like to blog. But yeah. Or indeed buchyeh, which is one the like mannerisms I've discovered myself saying a lot when I have to edit it out.

Oh yeah I'm back video making again. Of course you know that, because of the like 3 people that read this, all of you know I make videos, cos that's either how you found me, or you actually know me and so know that I'm doing it. Anyway point is I'm back and I like it.

I'm very nostalgic about the past though, how we used to do it and how people used to be and where we all were with our lives and suchlike. 6th year was such a waste of a year. Like I know we did exams and decided life paths and all that, but like, in the grand scheme of things, we did fuck all. I was listening to my <3 playlist the other day, and like all the songs are from specific times, or remind me of different times like "it's such a fifth year song" etc etc, and realised that all of 3 of them were "6th year songs" out of the 54 on the playlist. So it seems I was so busy not studying enough that I didn't even listen to music.
And I don't remember specifically when, but I think it was about the time of Swine Flu being this big scary killer disease instead of being just a really horrible pain in the ass flu, I was thinking, "I can't possibly die, what if I died and spent the last year of my life in a beige jumper and listless?" Cos that's basically all I did last year. Like whenever I go back to the school (most likely to get a lift) and I go to the window, mum always says after "they all so you look so happy!" and this will be after like a day in college, a walk and that hill! And I still look happier than last year? Dear God what must I have looked like??

But yeah, nostalgia is a wonderful thing. And gathering on the 28th! Woohoo! Of course I have an essay due on the Monday, but I'll just have to get that done in advance, and that's all about it. Oh did I mention I got an A- in my last Children's Lit essay? The one I did on the Saturday before the Monday, so I still felt like I had time. Yeah I'm well pleased. I was proper in shock too, like I had resigned myself to a D, hoping maybe for a C, and I was just like =O. Totally worth the two and half hour wait=D

I'm in the library by the way, where I should be working cos I have oodles and oodles of work to do and exams coming up and suchlike, but I have to hang around for a screening of Hamlet at 5, when I normally finish at 2, so hopefully I'll get some work done then. Hopefully. I just felt like writing a blog, and actually had time to do one, so I did.
The guy next to me in here is hilarious, he keeps looking up any time a girl walks past, which is often=P

I hope he can't read this, that would be tres embarrassing.

Well I'm off anyway. I think I might redesign my page a bit, cos April made me a very sexy background for my Youtube, so I might use it here. If I decide to, you see why it's so sexy;)
Yes I'm very self indulgent, but what's new?

Righty ho, off to play and then work<3

Stealing Kate's Idea

Yeah so I'm looking at textsfromlastnight.com so I'm going to steal Kate's idea and put up the ones I'm actual loling at, cos I want to share.

(215): i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section

(401): This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

(857): seriously iPhone. stop autocorrecting all my fucks into ducks. you're making all my strong worded texts look harmless and adorable.

(720): o shit let me call u back theres a hamburger in my pocket

(484): Just heard a guy discussing with someone else the amazing blow job you gave him. I’m in New York. Over 2 hours away from where you live. I have never been more proud.

(850): Are they still out there making out on the couch? How can we get them to leave?
(850): I 'm gonna go stand naked in the kitchen with a knife

(405): Assholes at mcdonalds drive through wouldn't serve us last night even though we said we were on small motorcycles that were to small for them to see and weren't heavy enough for the sensors. We made noises and everything.

(406): my brother is so whacked out on percocet from hurting his legs that he started crying because his belly button was so cute

(734): i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
(1-734): what was she crying about?
(734): i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.

(919): i literally forgot his name and just started calling him "waffles"

(978): i just used the Cadillac of toilet papers. For a minute i actually forgot i was even wiping my ass....i thought i was floating butt first into heaven

(972): some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.

(402): lol whn u cming hre I nd 2 c ur fce
(1-402): IF YOU TEXT ME ONE MORE SHORTENED VERSION OF A WORD, THE ONLY THING YOU'LL SEE IS MY FIST IN YOUR FACE.

(619): you really should stop posting my phone number on craigslist as tranny seeking tranny, last night i answered at family dinner and almost choked on my hot dog
(716): do you not see the irony in that??

(818): I can only speak casual parseltoungue, im not bad though. just the general, "wheres the bathroom?" "open the chamber of secrets" that type of stuff

(250): Ask me how many people I've slept with. Because its changed since I last saw you.
(1-250): I saw you 20 MINUTES AGO. You need to stop this.

(559): Psycho is an understatement. U were running around the house screaming IM UNDER THE IMPERIOUS CURSE !!!!!!!

(440): I wish Morgan Freeman narrated my life.

Look a blog!

I don't apologise for the lack of blogs, as I've had other less trying things to do, and nothing to write about and all that.

So for the last couple of nights even been having really vivid dreams. But not like normal, with people I know in a wacky situation dreams, but like proper complex people I've never met before type dreams. I'd try to describe some of them for you (cos I know you're dying to hear) but aside from the fact that other people's dreams are NEVER interesting, I can't remember enough of them to make them coherent. Brief snatches of things people said, glimpses of faceless people and our surroundings and just the feeling of "that was a good dream, I hate my alarm clock" is not really worth anything. And most of the time they have been really good, except for a proper scary nightmare I had in Bath, and it was the first one I had in literally ages. But otherwise it's been all good. I just had another one (I woke up about an hour ago)and just felt like writing about it. It was about then I realised that there wasn't much I could say.

And it's reasons like this that I haven't written any blogs in for ages.
Righto I'm off to find some food.

Are Bees Attracted To The Colour Red?

I think I remember reading that somewhere. It would also explained what just happened.

I have a big red Vodafone box on my windowsill cos that's what the phone I recently had to revert to (screen on my actual phone cracked AGAIN) came in, nad I'm too lazy to find a proper home for it. I just happened to be looking out the window when I saw a bee fly up to my window and sit on it.
"Go away Bee, it's not safe here!" I said, as just yesterday I saw nature in action. Not 5 centimetres from where that bee currently sat another bee landed, when all of a suddenly, a big massive fuck-off spider appeared out of nowhere and wrapped the poor fuzzy bee up in his evil web of spiderlyness. I couldn't watch the rest of it, but all I know is that that particular bee was not on my windowsill when I next opened my window.
So I saw this new bee on my window, and so moved the box to see if the spider was lurking anywhere nearby, and as I lifted the box away and put it down on my bed, the bee flew away. As there was no need to look for spiders I did not really want to see again, I replaced the box, and the bee came back! That's when something in the back of my mind that read an awful lot of trivia type books when it was young said "aren't bees attracted to red?". I moved the box away and the bee went away.

Now I fear that I may have caused the death of that delightful fuzzy bee yesterday, which most upsets me, cos I was scared of that spider, how fucking scary must it have been if it was bigger than you, and you're quite a substantial bee-size?!

So yeah I want to know. Answer me. I'll google it now but just thought I'd share the story.

And I know I haven't been blogging and there's much more to talk about, but as is the way with these things it was far too long to tweet=)

EDIT: Googled. http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/gen06/gen06114.htm says:

Bees and Color

name        Mark
status       other
grade        other
location     WA

Question -   Are bee attracted to any particular color. I am
planning to purchase a yellow kayak and was told yellow attracts
bees.  Is there any truth to this?
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Mark -

I think someone is trying an "old wives tale" on you.  Bees have vision that
is skewed to the blue end of the human visible spectrum.  They do not see
red.  Having spent much time with bees, I have never noticed an attraction
to yellow.  They do, however, sense black (and since black is the absence
of
color, red would appear black to them) as a sign of danger.  It has been
suggested that this is an inborn reaction to the potential danger to their
colonies from predators (bear and other furry animals) that are often
black.
Their reaction to black would be related to the proximity to their hive.
Their sting is generally used only for protecting the homestead.
Bees are more prone to take exception to certain odors than to color.  But
this becomes a very complicated subject and is unlikely to be a factor for
your kayak adventures.
Hornets, wasps, and yellow jackets are potentially a different subject...
though many people wrongly lump these groups together.

Larry Krengel
a Keeper of the Bees
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My source says bees don't see red, but can "see" even into the ultraviolet
part of the electromagnetic spectrum that humans can't see into directly,
i.e. neglecting fluorescence. On the other hand, there are other factors
that play important roles. Lumping together bees, hornets and yellow
jackets -- contrast between colors makes a difference even if the insect
only "sees" black and white, and no color at all. Chemical attractants are
important, some detectable by humans as flower fragrance, but I wouldn't be
surprised if there were other chemical attractants humans can't detect. Bees
"dance" at the hive when a forager returns to the hive. It is pretty certain
that they are communicating direction and distance to the source. Soda and
beer attract bees etc. -- the picnic effect -- probably due to CO2, but I
don't think anyone is really sure. Perfumes seem to attract the attention of
these insects, as well as mosquitoes.  For more information see:

http://plantphys.info/Plants_Human/pollenadapt.html

  My guess is you should paint your kayak red, but remember contrast
counts too, so it may make no difference.

Vince Calder
====================================================================
Bees are indeed attracted to yellow, blue, and white objects.  They also
are attracted to colors in the ultraviolet range that we cannot see.
However, I doubt you will have problems with swarms of bees hovering over
your boat.  You may have a curious forager hover around it every once and a
while, but it should not bother you unless you try to smash it.  If you are
really worried, get a red kayak instead.  As near as we can tell (at least
for honeybees), bees can't distinguish red from grey.

Aurora Toennisson
====================================================================

So if anything, I'm actually warning the bees that there's a big scary-ass spider there. *replaces box* Goodo.

Too long to tweet about..

FFS.
About 15 minutes ago, it was absolutely lashing rain, howling wind etc etc. And I said, by golly I'm hungry, I better go inside (I'm in the office which is a building in and of itself in the garden) and have my lunch now, then start English after lunch. So I made the mad dash across the garden in the rain, and when I got inside, I realised the cleaner was here, and so I couldn't make food til she was gone. So I turned around and shuffle-ran across the wet and frankly dangerous deck, in my birkis, holding up the ends of my tracksuit bottoms back to the office.
I was very cold and wet so turned on my lovely cosy heaters and sat down to do some more work. Of course I didn't do that, I had a little think.
"I actually need to go to the bathroom.. so if she's here now that means she's not going to be gone til 3... I do actually quite need to go to the bathroom... Shh Lisa, you just think that cos you're not allowed go... God I'm reeally hungry... 3 o'clock is literally hours away, I'll never make it... Ok I really really need to go to the bathroom now... But look at that rain! Ah but it could get worse, and you could be trapped in here with no food or bathroom facilities..."
So I decided to make yet another run for it, changed back into my birkis (from my office slippers, which live out here to keep my feet cosy) hoisted up my trousers and ran slamming the door behind me. Of course, the door didn't bloody close did it? No, so I had to go all the way back across, for fear the wind and rain got in and ruined my system. Then I had to go back inside. Take off my very wet shoesies, do the awful squeeze past on the stairs thing with the cleaner, catch sight of my mad "I got caught in heavy rain and now I'm going to dry very curly, even though I'm not actually curly hair" hair in the mirror, go to the bathroom and gather a huge armful of cds for the cd player (this whole "just having my laptop out here for itunes" malarky isn't exactly working out, as you might have guessed), do the awkward shuffle on the landing again, do the pantomime "sneaking thief" walk across the wet hall floor, go into the kitchen and reassess. I needed rations. After a raid of the transportable food in the fridge and pantry, I came away with 2 slices of Charleville white cheddar, a bag of Tayto cheese and onion crisps (which I haven't had in ages and are fabulously delicious, I'm eating them now), a purple snack bar and the last 2 rows of a big Dairy Milk bar. Sufficient food for someone who won't be eating for near on 2 more hours, but I was reeeally hungry. I had a glass of water already in the office, so that was beverages sorted out, now I just needed to balance the motley assortment of items required for study in my arms, while being able to open the doors and protect things from the rain.
I was all organised, and opened the back door, ready for the hit, when I realised it had stopped raining. Of course it had. Nonetheless I made my way carefully across still-slippery deck and out to my little house, which was delightfully warm, thanks to the quick work of the radiators, put on slippers and sat down, and tucked into the cheese.

And now I'm here, writing this blog, not half an hour after this adventure began, and the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and every surface of the garden is bone dry. This is not acceptable. I want to be complimented on my bravery and valour in the face of such obstacles, instead of being told "you stupid girl, you should have just waited". But no I had to act like Jimmy and make a dash for it...

Oh well, at least I got a blog out of it. I had originally intended to tweet about it, but as you can see, you'd just be missing out if I tried to condense it down to the bare facts=P

EDIT: 2.13pm: It's hailstoning!!! Mwahahahahaha!!!

I found an emo poem at the back of a refill pad!

I wrote this ages ago in Italian I think.. but yeah I found it today and would like to share it with you:

I am a Danish pastry.
You can't tell, because you are a Danish pastry too.
We are all Danish pastries
Living in a bakery.
The bakery of life.
The bakery of pain.
Nuff said.
Word.

=D

I am so angsty right now, it's actually too angsty to put into a blog. That's quite angsty. Like I'd be embarassed to put it into a blog. That's how emo I feel.

So I shall watch movies til one is sufficiently sad enough to make me cry for the rest of the night til I go to sleep.

Nuff said.
Word.

inorite?