Wagamama and Camerooooon

Well helloooo there!

MY ESSAY IS GONE! FINISHED! DONE! Hopefully it won't come back to haunt me...

It was sent in DEAD on time (literally bang on the 16:00 deadline) and it has made me feel so happy now that it is gone. I suddenly appreciate life again~

However, it was the biggest pile of crap I have EVER written - I doubt even this guy could make it sounds any better,

And he is the KING of bullshit.Is it only me who finds Cameron's face so FUNNY? His expressions are golden and provides me with a ready source of entertainment when I have nothing better to do with my time. For example;

 Cameron: thinking: "Maybe if I pull a 'serious-thinky' face then voters will believe I know what I am talking about..."

Cameron: "Ooooh yoooou~" *camp hand drop*

Cameron: "Wuuuun....twoooo....threeee....f-four?"

 Cameron: thinking: "Mmmmm....puppy..." *mental lip licking*

Cameron: "To help all you all understand my new agenda - which I am sure all of the upperclass will appreciate - I will demonstrate what my party is all about through the medium of DANCE~"

Cameron: "Why hello cute little child."

Cameron: thinking: "I will make sure you will NEVER see a university...unlike my children...in fact when I leave I will have to wash my hands clean of your lower class touch. Mmmyes."

Cameron: thinking: "Mmmm....yes....Nick, a little more to the left..."

*Ahem* Sorry I'll behave now. Anyway - what I actually came on to blog about was not our current Prime Minister - but the fact that I am so happy to be rid of my essay. I went out with a LOT of friends from my Japanese course - we went to Wagamamas for dinner. The food was fantastic and it was SOOOOO MUCH FUN! I love all of my friends~!

 Still, can't get to happy about everything, I have an exam to do tomorow and another one to revise for on Monday. Then I AM HOME FREEEEE - and I can go to Kettering to spend Christmas with Emily and Vannessa! It's not that I'm not enjoying University - I love it here. I just need a break and I miss my old friends back home. Emily, Kat and Cristina I LOVES YOOOU! And I always will.

Well, I think it's time I went home and let Lucy get some sleep don't you?

Night all~ xxx

I'M DYING!!!!

Hi again! I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but I will explain why! I SWEAR it is a good excuse!

 Okay sooo as you know, I've not been feeling very well lately. My doctor has since explained to me that the problem isn't what he thought it was originally...but it's all okay 'cos I'm not dying.

 Not from an illness or anything anyway.

No.

What is killing me is my FINAL INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS ESSAAAAY! guh.

 I feel just as fucked as these divers:

  Except I am less ignorant of my fate. Also there will be a lot less teeth in my demise. (I hope.)

This essay is not a long one...it shouldn't really be that hard. However, as it turns out, it is pretty damn hard. It is due in tomorow at four and I am CRAPPING myself. 
I hear some of you saying "why the hell are you blogging then!?"

Because I am trying to take a break before I just let my panic take hold of me again. That is why.

Btw people - I believe I have said how much I adore my friend Lucy before but I SAY IT AGAIN!

I LOVE YOU LUCY!!! 

 I love you so much I could SING~! In fact...I think I will!!

*AHEM* Sorry got a little carried away there. And yes. That is me. Of course it is! But yeah - she's been helping me cope with my work and for this I will love her - Lucy (a.k.a Duncan, my boyfriend) for all of time!

However, she is now pushing her luck by playing the Compare the Meerkat advert over and over...which pains me (literally) because the Muskrat makes me collapse on the floor in hysterics EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

 Well, at least I can be grateful that as soon as this essay is done then all I have left is two more exams - sociology and Japanese - and then I AM FREEEE~ and I can go spend Christmas and New year with my beautiful friend Emily and the lovely Vanessa. <3 (No I won't be spending this time with family.)

I will have looooads of work to do over the holidays (particularly for Japanese) but I try not to think of this.

Jaa~ Sayonara~

Bloody blood tests!

Hey there~

Well, my doctor has succeded in worrying me about my health now. I mean, I knew I have been unwell for a while now, but his reaction was not nice.

 Me: so...what now?
 

Doctor: let me check your pulse *grabs arm* ....hmmm *looks worried* I think we need a blood test.

(Is it just me or is that a doctors answer for everything?)

Doctor: okay...we'll book you in for a blood test straight away, you can have it as soon as possible. Then we need another appointment together next week aswell. mmmm...and then we'll look at the results and see what we need to do then...

Me: thinking: am I dying or something? Whats with that expression? TELL ME GOD DAMNIT!

However, Doctors, I find love to keep you in suspense;

Is death imminent? Will I live to love another day? Will I even be here long enough to understand the doctors meaningful expression? Find out next time!

 *Ahem* Excuse the picture...I was bored and I don't have my tablet with me soooo...it's turned out like this. I hate drawing with a mouse.

But anyway~ On a lighter note I am off SHOPPINGS tomorow, with Lucy~<3.

 I need food in my room...I am honestly eating next to nothing. Which is making life interesting.

 Oh, and I'm not suffering from an eating disorder or anything...this is actually part of the reason I'm going to the doctor.

Plus, I need CHRISTMAS PRESEEEENTS! For all the people I love the mostest!

Why must Christmas eat away at my money so much though?? Maybe I should just not love people quite SO much...

  Well....time for me to bid you adieu~

SNOOOW

Well, since I've not been well lately, I've been sleeping in a lot more recently. I crawled out of bed pretty damn late. However when I did look out the window this morning I saw snow. 

 I know what most of you are thinking, "oooh snooow! It's pretty, fun and can possibly get me a day off of work/school if I wish for enough of it!"

 And when you think of snow this is what you see, right? 

(If you can't read that speech bubble, then you need specs like me mate.)

 However,  THIS is how I see snow,

 Pun intended.

 People who love snow are WEIRD! It's cold, wet, slippery, hurty when you fall over, dangerous for traffic, a menace to society and COLD!...I did mention that it's cold right?

 I said this to my buddy Lucy this morning, phoned her up just to complain I did. She picked up the phone hesitantly, probably because I had just been ranting to her through texts about how much I hate snow.

 Me: I HATE snow!

 Lucy: I know, my dear. I know.

 Me: Life hates me! Then to show me how much it hates me it sugar dusts it with SNOW! 

 Lucy:...

 Lucy does put up with a lot of my rants bless her sweet heart. For this I will love her forever. I couldn't put up with me.

 Lucy: Thank God that there is only one of you Vici.

 She loves me really! <3

 I mean, only someone who really loves another waits patiently outside in the freezing cold while the other person is running round her room going, "I CAN'T FIND MY KEEEEEYS! I'M A DEAD PERSON!" I had hidden them accidently when they fell into one of my shoes...I think if my head wasn't screwed on so well I would have definatly lost that too.

  

  Anyway, Ciao for now! xx

OMG NEW BLOG

Hey there~
Okay people, (even though I have zero followers right now) I HAS BLOG AGAIN. I actually couldn't get into the blog called kangeroos, nipples and insanity after I made my first post for some strange reason. So I have another one now! Hopefully this time I will be able to post more than one thing before my account goes, "holy crap no moar!" *cue computer explosion*

 So anyway, if anyone is wondering the name Captain ThunderCrotch III comes from the book that I am writing called 'Dream Walker' I'll probly put up some chapters of it soon for the few people that I know will read it.

 I'm writing it for NaNoWriMo (national writing month) so I need to write 50,000 words from the beggining to the end of November. Hahahaha...yeah I don't think I'll make it somehow. I only have 22,000 at the moment, I'll need to write about 5000 words a day to finish in time. The trouble with this is that my characters keep freezing up on me. They're all like, 

"Naoooooo! 'Shant do that!" and I'm all, 

"Yeaaaaaaahuh you will tho! 'Shant aint a word!".

Unless it is my character Mason...who usually says something like, "I do believe that it is rather foolish to push us into something we do not want to do. It has never helped you to produce good work before. However, I will agree that "'shant" is not a word."

 And so the argument continues until someone ends up in tears or being eaten by giant spiders. (Fave chapter in my book so far! You've got to love the huge man eating spiders.)

 Oh well, you can't win them all. I really should be priorotising work for uni at the moment anyway. I have exams and deadlines to make soon. Christmas is nearly here! 
 

I have mentioned this to few people before but I used to actually be afraid of Santa. I remember grilling me parents about how Santa knew where we lived and how he got into the house every year. They told me just to stop asking questions in the end, they had given him a spare key to our house and there was nothing I could do about it. So fuck off child and enjoy your presents. In reality he's probably the worlds most celebrated paedophile.

 I was a weird child.

 I also used to cut off the hair to my Barbie dolls, remove their clothes and tie them to the legs of our kitchen chairs so they couldn't get away.

 People stopped buying me dolls after a while for some reason.

 Except for my Grandma, who I've never had the heart to tell that I am afraid of dolls. She then decided that a good Christmas present for me a few years ago would be a GIANT FUCK OFF china doll. It still haunts my nightmares. If it was stood next to me know the top of it's head would be at my shoulder. However it can't be stood next to me at the moment because it is now locked away in my families attic. I was too afraid to sleep with it in my room.

 It didn't help that my older brother Alex, knowing the fear that dolls strike into my heart, decided to roll up a piece of paper into it's hand and leave it for me to find, it read;

 "Dear Vici,

 I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR BRAINS TONIGHT.

 Love, 

 Dolly. xxx

 Even though I knew my brother was the one who had written this, because he loved teasing me about my fear of Zombies and dolls (both of which only exist because of him, but that is another story.) I still couldn't sleep until the doll was locked away.

 It is probably in our attic eating spiders and bugs to sustain itself until the day when it can come downstairs again and eat human flesh. Waiting...always waiting...

 Anyway,

 Bye for now~