Friday, January 11, 2008

   Attack of the Pube XD

Time: 1.35 in the pm Mood: Tired Currently: Giggling about the pube Song: Crushcrushcrush - Paramore Thanks guys, for the comments, as usual ^^ They mean a lot to me ^^ Talking of comments, actually. Before I jogged off to work (I mean that figuratively, not literally), I checked my comments, and I got the usual super-awesome and a good-length one from my good friend TalimSoul. And who should be above her? A bloody one-liner. Needless to say, I deleted it, so you guys won¡¯t have seen it. But trust me, it was there. And sorry, guys, this is gonna be really long XD I¡¯ve been thinking a lot about stuff recently. Random stuff. In-depth stuff. I never used to think this hard back in school! Anyway, I¡¯ve been thinking about Britney Spears. She seems to have had the worst year EVER. And do you know what I think she needs? Yes, she needs help. But she needs someone to help her all the time, and force her not to give up on getting better. I think she needs to forget about her failing music career, and concentrate on getting herself better, and being a better Mum to her kids. It¡¯d also be a help if the press and photographers and paparazzi just LEAVE HER ALONE. If they don¡¯t leave her alone, then there¡¯s no effing way she¡¯s gonna have any peace and any time to herself. So here¡¯s a question for you. What do you think about Britters? Does she need help like I said, or does she just need to be given a good slap? I watched the end of The Terminator 2 last night with Mum. I dunno why, but it makes me cry. I guess it¡¯s the way Terminator has to die at the end, and John Connor is crying, and then all that¡¯s left of Terminator as he¡¯s going down into the molten metal is his hand, and as that¡¯s going in, it curls up and he puts his thumb up. It really makes me blub. And also, sorry for that bit of a spoiler for anyone who hasn¡¯t seen it. It is good, though. The other 2 films I can think of that make me cry are The Lion King (when Simba¡¯s Dad dies - that just gets me going every time!! Even back as a kid, it made me cry XD), and Titanic. I love those films, but bloody hell, do they make me cry 0_o Especially Titanic. When does it make me cry¡¦ It gets me going when she¡¯s on the lifeboat going down and Jack and what¡¯s-his-face are stood above her, then it makes cry when Jack and Rose are in the water, but Rose has to let Jack go, and it also makes me cry at the end, with the old Rose in the bed, and she¡¯s dead and you see all her photos of what Jack promised he¡¯d do with her and everything, and then she¡¯s back on the Titanic¡¦ Gets me going every time. Needless to say, I¡¯m out of tears by the end of the film XD And the song itself, by Celine Dion¡¦ ¡°My Hotdogs Go On¡±. Ok, that¡¯s not what it¡¯s really called, but it sounds like she¡¯s singing that at one point. The song itself is enough to make me cry, but that¡¯s mainly because it was played at my Auntie Sylvia¡¯s funeral. And she wasn¡¯t even my proper Auntie. She was my Nan¡¯s next-door-neighbour, but Mum and Dad made her my God-Mother when I was Christened, and we were pretty close lol. More on the ¡°Moving to Lemington Spa¡± plan. I questioned Dad about it when he got home from work. We were trying to go over every possible option. And the only one that we could really do, is, y¡¯know, move to Lemington Spa. But, I said to Dad ¡°do you really want to move to a place that we might not even like, that¡¯s 45 miles away, just for you to stay at a job you don¡¯t even like?¡±. He said no. But that¡¯s the problem. If he left his job, he wouldn¡¯t be able to get another job, because they¡¯re so scarce in our area. Whereas if we moved near to where his job was moving (I.E. Lemington Spa), he¡¯d be guaranteed to still have his job. My Nan and Granddad came into the shop tonight. One of our options with the Lemington fiasco, is that Mum, Dad and Soph move there and I live with Nan and Granddad for a bit (I think I mentioned it yesterday? Or whenever it was I first posted about it?). When my lovely lovely Grandparents came in, I shouted to my Nan ¡°HEY NAN! I MIGHT BE COMING TO LIVE WITH YOU!¡± She just looked at me and went ¡°why?¡±, and then I had to explain the whole ¡°Dad¡¯s Job Dilemma¡± to her. I¡¯d love living with my Nan. Hell, I¡¯ve lived there once before, when I was very very young. And I practically lived there during my Middle/High school years. The only problem would be, that I wouldn¡¯t see my parents for ages. I¡¯m not too bothered with my sister XD And then we have the cats¡¦ What would we do?? Fudge is very attached to Mum, and Smudge is very attached to me, but one can¡¯t stay with me while the other stays with Mum. They were born together, Mum bought them together, and they¡¯ve spent the entire of their little lives together. It¡¯d be really unfair to split them up. I¡¯m just looking for an anime convention this year. Somewhere near me, preferably, and nowhere in America. I¡¯d have trouble getting there, otherwise. Oh yeah, there was the whole pube thing last night at work. It was hilarious. One of the alcohol fridges was leaking water, and so Nat shouted ¡°WE¡¯VE GOT A LEAKER!¡±, which sent us into a fit of giggles. So she went to get a mop to clean up the puddle that was forming, and as she was mopping it up, she went ¡°errrr!!! What¡¯s that?!¡± I went to look and there was a really disgusting lump of brown stuff by the door to the tills. Luckily, it was only mud. Then Nat goes ¡°hahaha there¡¯s a hair!!¡± so I looked at that as well, and it was pretty short and curly, so I shouted ¡°OH MY GOD! IT¡¯S A PUBE!¡± Yep. You can probably imagine, we were in hysterics. Anyway, Matt comes over and said ¡°are you two actually going to do any work?¡± and Nat just said ¡°look, Matt, there¡¯s pube!¡± (we both completely ignored his question). So Matt peered at it as well, and we were all stood around peering at this pube, and then Matt goes ¡°that¡¯s not a pube. It¡¯s a hair¡±. Moving on from the pubeyness. It¡¯s still pouring down with rain =O I got a text from my chum Sian, and she asked if I was going into Worcester today. I replied with ¡°you must be joking. It¡¯s pissing down with rain, you loon!¡±. My cats came running in, and they both looked like drowned rats. Now they¡¯re both upstairs, sleeping on various beds. Fudge is on my bed, and Smudge is on Mum and Dad¡¯s. Fudge annoys me actually, she¡¯ll lie RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BED, draping herself all over my damn quilt, so I¡¯m like ¡°Fudge, please move, I need to sleep!¡±. She doesn¡¯t. Y¡¯know? I started this post at like midnight last night. And I didn¡¯t go to sleep until about half 2. I¡¯m mad. But I just couldn¡¯t sleep. Anyway, I¡¯d better be off. Housework and stuff to do¡¦ Love&stuff ¢¾ Emmah ¢¾ xxxxxxxxxxxxx

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