2 exciting points today, my dear cyberpals! Try to control your excitement, as i dont want you leaving nasty stains on my blog...
Point one: the fabled bowler hat has arrived, so i have spent the day trying to work the achingly cool surrealist angle. I think it is more probable that i worked the bizarre, "alternative" tryhard look, but who cares, its a great hat. considering i was hanging out with someone who insisted she wear the bag with the cardboard box the hat came in in it over her bum like a weird square bustle, i think i was the more normal looking one...
Point two: I had me first driving lesson today! my instructor has a slightly disturbing tendency to look slightly to the left of where im sitting when he talks to me, which maks me wonder how safe it is for him to be teaching me to drive...surely if he sees things about 1ft to the left of where they actually are, he cant be safe? Anyway, i didnt kill myself, or anyone else, and i did starting and steering and stopping, and i went round the triangle of grass with the war memorial on it in the village. Everybody, steer clear of Minchinhampton Common for the next few wednesdays, I'll be up there wreaking havoc and leaving a trail of destruction behind me as i drive....
taraa for now,
think im gonna take some pics of me in my bowler hat
BECAUSE IM COOL LIKE THAT!!
until next time
Your Illustrious Leader
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
what a wasted weekend
in the last 3 days i have:
been to the pub
been for tea
tried to figure out how to make a giant soft toy totoro
bought a bowler hat.
i love lazy weekends!
what i dont like is the bit where i cant stop spending money
I have new hair also, witha fringe an all!!
been to the pub
been for tea
tried to figure out how to make a giant soft toy totoro
bought a bowler hat.
i love lazy weekends!
what i dont like is the bit where i cant stop spending money
I have new hair also, witha fringe an all!!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Don't Start A Band
Yes my loyal subjects, I am now in a band of sorts. We havent got much further than deciding that we want to start a band, but we have decided that much. Now I have to learn an instrument...dang! back to the old bass again...
Lets just hope the reel big fish song doesn't turn out to be true...
Lets just hope the reel big fish song doesn't turn out to be true...
Monday, February 25, 2008
Of Laboratories, Cups Of Tea and Tree Hugging
(continuing from the previous blog, we now move on to February half term, which i feel should have it's own section)
February 15th
Tree Hugging
Holly, Pyrrha, Toto and I took a trip to the Arboretum for a leisurely country walk and a picnic. We had a classy selection of picnic foods, including pate, cheese, 3 baguettes, 6 cans of San Pelegrino Limonata aanndd...pombears. But you can't have a picnic without pombears, they are vital in releasing one's inner sadist. You can't behead a kettle chip, or eat a Walkers Sensation's limbs one by one, and if you can't do that its no fun at all.
After we'd eaten our picnic, we got cold, so we drove back to mine for tea.
The Rest Of Half Term (In which all of Liv-A-Little's friends are stolen by France,[well...not all but most] so she journeys to Devon in search of entertainment. )
I saw Juno, with Snail on the Wednesday. It is most good indeed, particularly the moldy peaches orientated soundtrack and comical quotes to repeat long after you've seen it: "Remember to pay for that pee-stick when you get back! Don't think it's yours just because you marked it with your urine!"
Went to Devon to see daddy dearest on Thursday. Spent a lot of time in the pub, and now my liver hates me. Also visited a laboratory, strangely, that dad has been aiding in the construction of for his wacky science nerd friend Alistair. If it is the future of chemistry i worry...most of it looks like a low grade Ikea kitchen and the fume cupboard door contains components salvaged from an old drawingboard they "found out back". It does, however contain an industrial icemaker, so if the chemistry thing doesn't work out they can open a cocktail bar.
Annoying thing about dad's is...the tea tastes funny. I need at least 2 cups a day to survive, or i get headaches (little miss caffeine dependant), but down there it tastes all bitter an weird. NOT ACCEPTABLE!
Anyways, the hols are over now, an im back at college for more fun and games. Zak and Maddy both returned from their skiing holidays with tans, damn them. Zak is now (sun) Burnt-Face Man. Serves him right for running away to foreign parts.
Must be off now my loyal subjects, as it is way past the royal bedtime...
Until next time...stay in school!
Your Illustrious Leader
February 15th
Tree Hugging
Holly, Pyrrha, Toto and I took a trip to the Arboretum for a leisurely country walk and a picnic. We had a classy selection of picnic foods, including pate, cheese, 3 baguettes, 6 cans of San Pelegrino Limonata aanndd...pombears. But you can't have a picnic without pombears, they are vital in releasing one's inner sadist. You can't behead a kettle chip, or eat a Walkers Sensation's limbs one by one, and if you can't do that its no fun at all.
After we'd eaten our picnic, we got cold, so we drove back to mine for tea.
The Rest Of Half Term (In which all of Liv-A-Little's friends are stolen by France,[well...not all but most] so she journeys to Devon in search of entertainment. )
I saw Juno, with Snail on the Wednesday. It is most good indeed, particularly the moldy peaches orientated soundtrack and comical quotes to repeat long after you've seen it: "Remember to pay for that pee-stick when you get back! Don't think it's yours just because you marked it with your urine!"
Went to Devon to see daddy dearest on Thursday. Spent a lot of time in the pub, and now my liver hates me. Also visited a laboratory, strangely, that dad has been aiding in the construction of for his wacky science nerd friend Alistair. If it is the future of chemistry i worry...most of it looks like a low grade Ikea kitchen and the fume cupboard door contains components salvaged from an old drawingboard they "found out back". It does, however contain an industrial icemaker, so if the chemistry thing doesn't work out they can open a cocktail bar.
Annoying thing about dad's is...the tea tastes funny. I need at least 2 cups a day to survive, or i get headaches (little miss caffeine dependant), but down there it tastes all bitter an weird. NOT ACCEPTABLE!
Anyways, the hols are over now, an im back at college for more fun and games. Zak and Maddy both returned from their skiing holidays with tans, damn them. Zak is now (sun) Burnt-Face Man. Serves him right for running away to foreign parts.
Must be off now my loyal subjects, as it is way past the royal bedtime...
Until next time...stay in school!
Your Illustrious Leader
The importance of being idle
no, no my dear reader, not the oasis album. The title refers to bored, lazy me, who despite impending deadlines and mounting college work to complete still refuses to actually do the work set. Instead, I join you on t'internet for a blog.
Well, what excitements have passed since the last time i wrote anything of worth? more than i can say, and it appears i havent written anything half decent on here at all...except perhaps the link to my old blog...
lets start with the last couple of weeks, as they seem as good a starting point as any...
February 13th
Moulin Rouge Ragbash
A riotous night at the Market Tavern dressed as harlots and circus freaks. (see pic) And then being kept awake by the sounds of Toto's squeals as Livy tried to fondle her in the night, despite holly's and my insistance that she should quit yelpin' and take it like a woman. So I did get to wake up with someone on valentines day. 4 people infact. All of them female. Hold that thought.
I chose this picture of it on the sole basis that my tits look fantastic in it. Everyone else looks rough. (if you saw what they looked like normally you'd understand my decision to "ming them up" here.)
February 14th
Valentines Day
Without a valentine this year. again. in fact this year it was possibly worse than previous completely single years, but that's a blog for another day.
Nonetheless, two valentines cards came my way, from "mystery" admirers. That is to say I got one from Maddy (who sent them to all her single friends to make them feel loved) and one from Ali, who sends so many it is considered an insult if you don't recieve one. Toto got three. All from Ali. I'm not sure if that's worse than just getting one?
Anyhoo, Gilbs booked a table for 20 at the King Balti (the crappy one. the one that lets you bring your own booze and doesn't charge you corkage) for all us single (and quasi-single) folks, and Pyrrha and I made it our mission to bring the cheapest, most brightly coloured alcohol we could find.
We bought 2 different colours of a particularly nasty looking alcopop, a red one and a blue one. The red one seemed alright, as it actually had a flavour ("cherry") on the bottle, but the other one was simply called...."Blue". Yes, it was blue flavour, and the taste lived up to the name like a defrosted freezerpop or a Blue Rasberry slushie. It probably contained wholegrain, 2 of your five-a-day and goji berries as well. Not to mention our recommended daily intake of E-Numbers. YUM.
Ali spent the evening desperately flirting with Toto, who would not succumb to his (somewhat resistible) charms, while Holly and I looked despairingly at eachother over our pilau rice.
The mixture of guests was...ecclectic to say the least, with only our end of the table actually making sense, but it worked well nonetheless.
We di however, notice an interesting, apparently local addition to the balti menu...
I idn't know there was such a thing as "Stroud Fish"
The night ended with witnessing a drunken brawl five minutes after entering the Lord John (no euphemism there). Pretty much to be expected, it is a Wetherspoons after all...
Overall, a good night
Well, what excitements have passed since the last time i wrote anything of worth? more than i can say, and it appears i havent written anything half decent on here at all...except perhaps the link to my old blog...
lets start with the last couple of weeks, as they seem as good a starting point as any...
February 13th
Moulin Rouge Ragbash
A riotous night at the Market Tavern dressed as harlots and circus freaks. (see pic) And then being kept awake by the sounds of Toto's squeals as Livy tried to fondle her in the night, despite holly's and my insistance that she should quit yelpin' and take it like a woman. So I did get to wake up with someone on valentines day. 4 people infact. All of them female. Hold that thought.
I chose this picture of it on the sole basis that my tits look fantastic in it. Everyone else looks rough. (if you saw what they looked like normally you'd understand my decision to "ming them up" here.)February 14th
Valentines Day
Without a valentine this year. again. in fact this year it was possibly worse than previous completely single years, but that's a blog for another day.
Nonetheless, two valentines cards came my way, from "mystery" admirers. That is to say I got one from Maddy (who sent them to all her single friends to make them feel loved) and one from Ali, who sends so many it is considered an insult if you don't recieve one. Toto got three. All from Ali. I'm not sure if that's worse than just getting one?
Anyhoo, Gilbs booked a table for 20 at the King Balti (the crappy one. the one that lets you bring your own booze and doesn't charge you corkage) for all us single (and quasi-single) folks, and Pyrrha and I made it our mission to bring the cheapest, most brightly coloured alcohol we could find.
We bought 2 different colours of a particularly nasty looking alcopop, a red one and a blue one. The red one seemed alright, as it actually had a flavour ("cherry") on the bottle, but the other one was simply called...."Blue". Yes, it was blue flavour, and the taste lived up to the name like a defrosted freezerpop or a Blue Rasberry slushie. It probably contained wholegrain, 2 of your five-a-day and goji berries as well. Not to mention our recommended daily intake of E-Numbers. YUM.
Ali spent the evening desperately flirting with Toto, who would not succumb to his (somewhat resistible) charms, while Holly and I looked despairingly at eachother over our pilau rice.
The mixture of guests was...ecclectic to say the least, with only our end of the table actually making sense, but it worked well nonetheless.We di however, notice an interesting, apparently local addition to the balti menu...
I idn't know there was such a thing as "Stroud Fish"The night ended with witnessing a drunken brawl five minutes after entering the Lord John (no euphemism there). Pretty much to be expected, it is a Wetherspoons after all...
Overall, a good night
Sunday, January 20, 2008
there's snow place like home
Another reminder of how lucky I am to live where I do. A good thick covering of snow.
Once upon a time that would have been me...Now I don't even have a toboggan...I guess that means I'm growing up
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The Brat Is Back
Greetings my imaginary readers! And thankyou for anyone who has followed me onto this new and shiny page of wonders from my older, less wonderful page... (http://bratnet.spaces.live.com/ if you wish to visit)
Today is a momentous occasion. Today, I upgrade from the flippant, fancyful land of MSN spaces, to a proper grown-up person's blog, with proper grown-up person's responsibilities, like actually writing something once in a while. If I fail at this, I do appologise, I am prone to small bursts of inspiration followed by long months of not being arsed to write a single syllable, so bear with me, and perhaps I will settle into some form of routine for writing. Or perhaps not. Who knows? Or cares, quite frankly...
Right, I suppose I had better start somewhere, so let's start with the basics
I am Liv-A-Little. Some of you may know me, some of you may not. Some of you may not know that you know me. I live in a lovely little village near a lovely (but rather scummy-looking) town, filled with funny, arty, hippy people, more commonly refered to as "Stroudies" (for anyone with an understanding of UK geography, yes, that does mean I live near Stroud).
At this moment in time, I am in my final year of 6th Form.
At this moment in time I can hear Dave from nextdoor playing the saxaphone.
At this moment in time my handbag contains a plastic kinder egg toy, some receipts from Costa, and empty pot of bubbles, a shell, and an Ipod.
I like food, ribbons, music, photography, jewellery, festivals, tea, kitsch, films, peacocks, pubs, Summer, Autumn, Winter, colour, paper, vintage, art, friends, sunsets, home, away, Stroud and Dartmoor.
I dont like public libraries, spinach, beetroot, nuts, loneliness, change and maths.
Thats me, summarised and packaged up nicely for you, and this is my world, blog by blog...
Today is a momentous occasion. Today, I upgrade from the flippant, fancyful land of MSN spaces, to a proper grown-up person's blog, with proper grown-up person's responsibilities, like actually writing something once in a while. If I fail at this, I do appologise, I am prone to small bursts of inspiration followed by long months of not being arsed to write a single syllable, so bear with me, and perhaps I will settle into some form of routine for writing. Or perhaps not. Who knows? Or cares, quite frankly...
Right, I suppose I had better start somewhere, so let's start with the basics
I am Liv-A-Little. Some of you may know me, some of you may not. Some of you may not know that you know me. I live in a lovely little village near a lovely (but rather scummy-looking) town, filled with funny, arty, hippy people, more commonly refered to as "Stroudies" (for anyone with an understanding of UK geography, yes, that does mean I live near Stroud).
At this moment in time, I am in my final year of 6th Form.
At this moment in time I can hear Dave from nextdoor playing the saxaphone.
At this moment in time my handbag contains a plastic kinder egg toy, some receipts from Costa, and empty pot of bubbles, a shell, and an Ipod.
I like food, ribbons, music, photography, jewellery, festivals, tea, kitsch, films, peacocks, pubs, Summer, Autumn, Winter, colour, paper, vintage, art, friends, sunsets, home, away, Stroud and Dartmoor.
I dont like public libraries, spinach, beetroot, nuts, loneliness, change and maths.
Thats me, summarised and packaged up nicely for you, and this is my world, blog by blog...
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