RANDOM COLOUR EXPLOSION!
watch your step if you dare risk getting closer to me.Spinning round...and round...and round
Round and round my head it goes. Will it land on the paper? Nobody knows.
Exams all week. Oh joy. Some people were being so mental about it. Skipping lunch so they could catch up the revision they didn't Me. I just revised in the revision periods and let myself have a break. If you don't you'll explode. Simple as. I guess I did ok. I'm not exactly the brigtest bulb. I used to be but over time I've dimmed a little. Just a little though. Ah well at least it's over. No more blogs about how I'm so stressed and have no life. Well now I have no stress but I still have no life. The sports have invaded! Tuesday: netball. Wednesday: athletics. Thurday:netball. Friday: dancing. Saturday:netball. Sunday:netball. No lie. This is my life. This is why I don't go out with my friends. It's like sports and activities are little monsters just eating up my precious free time. I am chained on the rack of exhaustion. Forever tortured by the suffering of being socially inept. On top of all this I've recently twisted my ankle for like the 5th time and it's swollen to the point of explosion. When I get older I'm so having foot surgery. You wouldn't believe how much shit my feet go through. Yes feet. I feel for you. Sprained ankles, twisted ankles, blisters, cuts (i stepped on a window), hockey balls and verrucas. Yay. Poor feet.
A couple of my friends went to this shindig like yesterday...yes I said shindig not party. And they all had some alky. I thought isn't this totally wrong for people of our age. Then I thought. No. It's weird for me to not drink. But thing is, the stuff tastes disgusting. Lemonciello...EW! Like major yuck. I had some wine and that was gross but obviously something in my French gene kicked off and I wanted more. More I tell you more! But I didn't have any. I annoyed my parents in France by screming every time they took a sip of wine. They were like, "Loco, stop screaming" I said I was simply voicing the liver, and continued to scream. It's weird though how my ultra eccentric grandmere dilutes her wine. Imagine an ultra eccentric Catholic French woman diluting red wine. It's odd, no?
After all I've said about how sport is taking over my life (which it is) I still got new ultra cool spikes for sprinting. I'm a 100m, 200m, long jumping, high jumping machine. They are white with bloo and a green sole. The sole is important because that's all the people behind me can see when I'm running. That and dust. Lo-hoo-ser-hers. Yes many people in the world can beat my 100m time of 12.92 seconds but I'm still proud I'm the fastest girl in the school (not including the sixth formers). Yay me!
It's such a nice day today. Why don't I go outside? Because there's dog shit in the garden and a parent that is smoking. *cough* *cough*
I'm going to watch a neew anime I discovered. The melancholy of haruhi suzumiya. Tis excellent. Afterwards might watch a bit of Rozen Maiden (yes I am aware it's about dolls with special powers but who really gives a fuck! It's entertaining!)
Ms.Loco saying: Drink responsily or you'll get a hangover and maybe do something else you're not proud of. Just saying :P
Over and out xoxo
Labels: alcohol, anime, exams, france, sports, wine
Sunday, 26 April 2009
6:08 pmProfile
Well hey there trollers.
I haven't blogged since March but I'll give it my best shot to blog more regularly fingers crossed. Anyhoo you should know me by now ! The one and only Ms.Loco !
But if you don't here's a quick summary. Brown hair, eyes and skin. Crazy, sporty, flirty, dancey me. Et voila c'est tout :). Au revoir mes amis bisous! xoxo
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