Either we're under attack, or we're having a disco

Heyyy you guys, how are you?

Am lying in bed and skyping yo'asses. Even though only one of you is online -_-

I hate blogging sfm, because I always have these awesome things to say to you and then I just flop and forget everything. BLOGGERS!BLOCK.

Bring on the FAIL!WHALE, Dailybooth isn't working, either. fml.

Brendan's coming down from Edinburgh today, which should be so fun, and Molly and Vicky are coming down, too. I missed them all so much

I've been very busy over the past week, BlogSpot, I really have. I have been to London numerous times and I took a night shoot and a day shoot around all of the sights with my two models Helen and Lianne. Some of the shots have turned out great, and I think I love them.

Also, I recommend reading How to Survive a Horror Movie. It's such a good and funny book and my friend reminded me about it because she is reading it atm. If you're a fan of Supernatural, I suggest you read it because the point of view is very alike to that of Supernatural.

I've been out seeing friends quite a lot, too. And I hate it because I'm starting to gain feelings for two of them, and I know they're probably just dumb crushes and I tell myself that but it doesn't exactly stop my feelings for them. One of them, Sam, is completely off bounds because my best friend is like, obsessed with him and I think she really likes him just is too shy to do anything. The other guy, Josh, well he's great, but he's with another of my best friends, Beth and I'm really like >_> for no reason, and I've come to the decision, after careful deliberation and numerous sex dreams about the two boys (only one of them with them both in the same dream) that I will attempt to be fuck buddies with them, yes? It's the only way.

Movies I've seen recently:
The Time Traveller's Wife - Very good. Eric, McAdams and the music was great. But I still love the book.
The Proposal - Very funny. Revamped my love and lust for Reynolds. Ryan Reynolds is my love.
The Ugly Truth - TAKE ME GERARD, 'nuff said.
Ocean's Eleven and Ocean's Twelve - Haaaa, I miss them all so fucking much :')
Titanic - Because my friend hadn't seen it. Crazy, right? I still cried.

What else have I been doing? Well, I have been bitten by my dog, my dog has been attacked, I've been shopping quite a lot and I have been going to the gym and walking a helluva lot. I know, I never thought I'd see the day either.

Coffee at the Jury's Inn with Anna, going to the gym and then picking up Brendannnn xDDDD
See? Very excited.
Going to see Hazza Potter tonight with Aidy, because I think we're the only people on the planet who haven't seen it yet. Oh well, at least we're watching it

Busy, I must shower and smell really great before Brendan arrives.

Adios, bitches

Because ILU guys too much

Been at the gym for a couple of hours, going out for a meal with Jon and Ashleigh at about eight, walked the dogs and I also got my ears pierced today because it was about fucking time.

Oh, and I put make up on my ten year old cousin and made him look rather like a girl. We were in the middle of the shopping centre, so it was rather amusing but I think he actually enjoyed it. Which is rather worrying.
Same again tomorrow, methinks.

Just a quick update to say HAI YOU GUISE, and also make sure you watch/follow me on my other sites, because I update them a lot more than any of my blogs on blog.co.uk, blogger.com and LJ.

Twitter: http://twitter.com/ElzBelz01
Dailybooth: http://dailybooth.com/ElzBelz01

That's all, I'm at James' and we're trying to sort out his interweb connection with BT.
Stupid BT.

Must dash, here he comes armed with a Sales Advisor on the phone.
Oh dear, LATER SKATERS xD

I AM WRITING A SEX NOVEL.
IT HAS SEX IN IT AND STUFF.

Ahaaa, you all actually think that I'm joking, right?
Completely wrong but wtf, I'll prove you all wrong

SO HAI OMG WE HAVE NOT SPOKEN IN SUCH A LONG WHILE BLOG.CO.UK, HOW BE YOU?

Michael Jackson is playing downstairs, and I'm surprised that they're still playing him so often on TV and Radio. I mean I thought "Yeah, Michael Jackson: that's a big thing" (On a side note: LOL THAT'S REALLY DIRTY xD)but I always thought that after the funeral, it would sort of die down, y'know? It's like, people have paid their respects etc. and said goodbye, but they're still playing him a lot, amirite? It's weird.

*MJ RANT OVER. HOW DID I EVEN GET INTO THAT?*

Moving on swiftly:

My leg is really itchy. I keep getting bitten in this freakin' house goddamn.

Looked after Peter today, bless him. Me and that kid? We're in love. I took him to the soft play area, where everything was padded and there were screaming people (kids and parents) running around me and spilling stuff and screaming some more. Peter was convinced that he was in Heaven on Earth and I was convinced that the mental Asylum had finally taken me in.
I was also trying to hide the stuff I was reading, because a load of disapproving parents were looking at me and peering over to see if they could read what I was reading, which was "Erotic Fiction" as they're calling it nowadays. It was all very. *OMGFICTION. She's looking. Close the magazine. Stop staring at magazine first. Is she still looking? Was I meant to be closing the magazine? Fml *

So I've started yet another blog elsewhere, I really need to stop stalking the internet. People are starting to think I'm odd creating all of these accounts and never putting them to good use.

OW. PAUSE BLOG FOR ITCHY ARM. ARGGGG
fml.

Oh! Welcome to livia4liv, a new blogger on blog.co.uk...Say hai to her and send her miniature John Mayer and Richard Armitage dolls or something Because we love her.
http://www.blog.co.uk/user/livia4liv/

I've decided that Olivia's going to be in my sex novel, upon careful spur-of-the-moment-omg-it-be-olivia consideration. She shall be called Olive, because I'm feeling creative.
Any suggestions for Olivia's prostitute name? It must start with and O, please
Odetta/Octavia/Omega (MORHOR xD)/Ophelia/Ordelia
Yes, I have decided that Olivia is going to be Russian.

Btw guise, sorry once again for failing to update. I keep telling myself to update daily but I totally need daily reminders or something funny like that.

I just scratched my stomach and now there is blood. Ow.
Note to self: remove killer nails before you get a boyfriend.

Movie night on Thursday with Ellen, which should be good considering last time we only got through one movie before we fell asleep in each other's arms on the sofa.
Aw, yes, I know: sweet.
You should have seen what happened when we moved to the bed

Whoa, thoughts of a sexual nature, I really should be writing this downnnn D
SHE'S ON FIREEEE

ARG, my internet just went down and I had written this entire blog,and Ella just got very pissed and was like "WTFINTERWEBS WHERE BE YOU GONE?!" and stormed around the house. And now it's back up I can't remember what I typed. *headdesk*

I know I was meant to be doing something tomorrow
...
After five minutes of careful contemplation, I have come to the decision that I can't remember what I was meant to be doing tomorrow.
So I shall sleep through it, instead.

That is all. My eyes hurt and I am still pissed at my hormonal wireless router.
Update soon
Later Skaters xD

So here I am, waiting for Ellen.
And I am completely bored and pissed and tired and what not.

We've broken up for the summer! Which is awesome, and my flu of swine has pretty much cleared: only the cold and tiredness still with me.

Oh wait, I'm totally on the phone to her now.

She wants me to pick her up. Wth? I mean, I'm going to her house, and she wants me to pick her up on the way? She's not being the best host tonight, is she?

And my mother is being a complete bitch to me again, just when I thought that we were doing okay with the whole "let's just be civil to one another" thing, but no, and now Ric's still being a selfish prock as well (I do realise that I said prock).

And my brother, who got back from Newquay yesterday, has started being a complete idiot to me. I mean, he's the only reason I'm still in this place! And he's throwing it back in my face. And he has a toe infection. Ew.

I really need to get out of this place. It's like "Are you ready to go home?"
"That's not my home, idiot!"

God, I sound so annoying and bitchy and hormonal and I have to go and pick up Ellen to go to her house.

Decent, happier update to come soon in my fabulous life.

Later Skaters

Cannot remember the last time I posted.
Sorry, blog.co.uk, you know I love you really.

The dog is licking my face, she thinks I'm the same species as her.
I am eating a penguin.

I am listening to Call Me by Shinedown

So, what have I been doing?
Well, I've been in a movie, which is pretty cool.
Yesterday, I went to Oxford University and got a sunburn, which is nice.

I am ill and did not get any sleep last night.
I think I have swine flu.

In other news,have been working on The Hero Dies in this One, because I have realised that I have totally neglected it amidst table prompts and coursework

And I really need Photoshop and Sony Vegas on this laptop. Anyone willing to buy it for me/send me a link for a free download?

Finished my coursework at 10:45 last night, which is still on the day of the deadline, and strictly speaking, the school day of Friday hadn't started yet, so that means it's still on time, right?
Right.

I need to start updating my stories. Because they suck at the moment and readers are harrassing me for more
I do have a life, you know?
They just don't understand that.

Erm, I was going to say something but I got distracted by the postman outside. Now I can't remember.
Goddamn.

It's gone really dark. God, the clouds are back did anyone hear the rain last night? Son of a Bitch, and I was just drifting off to sleep as well

I really need a holiday.

I was meant to be in Edinburgh today, but I can't go now, because my friends can't fit it in their "busy" schedules. Feckers.
And also? Fail, school sucks, and I hate everything about it at the moment.

I want to die of Swine Flu. How cool would that be? I'd be the only person without previous invalidity or serious illness to die. And then I'd be famous for dying and everyone will say "poor girl. I feel sorry for her family."

At my funeral,I don't care what other music is played, but I really want "Who wants to live forever?" by Queen to be played, because I love that song and it's just awesome. Or The Show Must Go On. Anything with Queen, I think. And then, whatever, play some emo songs.

Also, MJ dying? How did I not blog about that?
Oh yes, that's right, because it's not hard to broadcast seeing as at least two Michael Jackson songs are played on every radio station eevery 30 minutes. How could I forget?
Blah, great musician, but weird background. I think he just wanted a childhood that he never received from his father, so he lived for the bouncy castles and face masks in his adulthood. But yes, way too much media gruel following him and his death.

On Monday, it was two months since Rachel died. How weird is that? It doesn't feel like two months, but it doesn't feel any shorter or longer than that :/
I miss her.

I don't think you understand how obsessed I have become with Harper's Island. I actually love it. I think they're bringing it out in the UK now, too, which is awesome xD

And Morganville Vampires, I flove those books.

And finally, Aimee thinks that she has Swine Flu. I think I do, too.
God we suck.

Later Skaters xD

I suck at updating yadda yadda yadda.
I say it everytime but am really very sorry

I have a few minutes before I go to school so I thought I'd update, because it's been a while, hasn't it?
And all my previous posts have either involved BITCH!RANTS or just me writing in a generally bad mood.

So am here
FOR A SPAM PARTY 'KAYYOUGUISE

SPAM.SPAM.SPAM.

And wtf, am going to the gym later. Ikr, because I've started to become obsessed with treadmills and and step machines which double as cross-trainers.
And tbh, it makes me boast like "GYM MEMBERSHIP FTW." and everyone's like "Wow, bb, you are so cool, I wish I was JUST like you XDDD"

ANDANDANDANDAND.
SPN LAST WEEK.

!BRAINFUCKED!BRAINFUCKED!BRAINFUCKED!blockquote>

I found it rly cute, actually :'D
And upsetting and I was bawling but wtf.

But yes, two more school days and then it shall be half term, and after that, I'm off the Watford Palace Theatre for the week for my WEX. (Get your wexy on, doesn't emember that?)
And I need to learn to make amazing cups of tea and coffee.
Will have to bring in some speshal ingredients to make them happy for having me there

Also, have been writing coursework a plenty and have been doing exams for God knows how long.
The only results that I'm proud of so far?
English: Two A*s
R.E mock: A
Science Unit 1A: A, A*, A

And that's it, because I suck at everything else.
But on the bright side: only one more exam this year and it's Unit 1B for Science
WHEYHEYHEYYYYYYY xD

Am liek "HOMYAY." But all the same, I might not be updating as often as I used to, because I have to do work and have a disruptive social life.

Fail.

I'm working on a script for our mock Drama practical with a few others and it seems quite gravy, but Chris wants us to make it funny, because he finds children being separated from their parents and murdered in the holocaust is funny.
Stfu, Chris.
So not the time.

Anywhat, for all who need to know, I need the loo.
So I will stop typing now and relieve myself.

LATER SKATERS xD

Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That I don't understand

I'm sorry.
I wish you were here.
I need you.
Forgive me.
Don't go.
Thank you.
I love you.

They're just words. And what should they amount to?

When you say "I'm sorry", you might mean what you say, but you're only talking, aren't you? You might as well be saying "Hello" or "There's nothing."
Because there isn't, is there?
There's nothing you can do to change what you've done. You might mean the words, but that's all they are: words.
Pointless human creations that were formed by making whatever sound you can and letters were made because they drew any sort of pattern and called it law.
Called it matter-of-fact.
Called it real.

But then, what is real?
Death is a human concept created because the human race were scared. Scared of what happened when there was no pulse. When there was no brain activity.
And so what does that mean?
That they're dead?
Your bones stop growing at some point, but it doesn't mean they're dead.
What if they're not dead at all? We shouldn't know.

All these words are pointless; fucked up.

So you want to know how I'm feeling? Words can't describe what I'm feeling. Because nothing means anything unless you are me. Because you don't know what it's like.
You don't know what's going through my mind.

No-one does.

When was the last time I smiled and didn't do it intentionally?
Never.
I cannot remember.

When was the last time I was happy?
Smiles, singing, dancing, acting, laughing: it covers how I'm really feeling, and what I'm really doing, because I don't want to worry anyone. I don't want to tell you that I've never smiled, not really, or laughed without wondering what my real laugh sounds like. Of course I don't want to worry you. And no-one says anything. And that's fine. Because even if you did I wouldn’t want your help.

So here: this is me, cutting the middle man out, letting you see inside.
Are you happy now?
I only want to make you happy.
I can't remember when I did something for myself. Because I don't know what I want.

But then again, you still wouldn't know what it's like, would you?
Because it's just words that's being read.
And words are nothing.

I wish you were here.
I need you.

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable

Blog Community.

I suck at updating.

My feet are actually giving me burning pains at the moment and I really should be revising for my R.E exam tomorrow.

Ikr. On a Saturday. In school. FAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

Aha. I just pointed at the screen accusingly whilst screaming fail.

So that should be fun, before I leave to do stuff like MEETING WITH LONG LOST FRIENDS, starting a new production with the old gang, going to the cinema with Aimee (who weirdly just started talking to me on msn when I typed her name OOOOO, going to rehearsals and getting coffee and meeting Amy personally after.

Wow. Busy day.

I need to watch my catch-up soon.
I miss my TV omg.

ORDERED MY NEW LAPPYTOP.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY.
ELLA WINS AT LIFE.
But six weeks because the bleedin' colour |:
Fail.

I totally went to the orthodontist's a while ago.
WOO.
NO MORE BLOCKS.
OR BANDS
AND MOLAR GEMS OMYAYAYAYAYAYAY.
And she said "Not long now"
And I had a mental orgasm tbh omg why am I telling the world this?

Hmmmkay, I need to go to the cinema soon and I cannot think of anything else to say except, sorry for the lack of updates.

Hmmm yes, that's all.

FURWELL ALL.

LATER SKATERS xD.

P.S NESSIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <3
I LOVE THE SCAR YOU GAVE ME WHEN YOU BIT ME.
I will flinch in pain whenever I look at it in reminder of your chubby cheeks.
Mucha Lova.

It seems to be raining.

Somehow, on a Wednesday afternoon in England, I am not surprised.

By the way, you guys, the afternoon? Already? I have not been keeping track of time this week.

I need to go and get my legs waxed, if you all wanted to know. Very soon, in fact, so maybe I shouldn't be blogging.

And I was also meant to go and "do lunch" with Beth, but we didn't sort out a time and I think she's in physiotherapy, hence the lack of answering her mobile.
Why do people call it "doing lunch", anyway? It's not like you're doing it. You're eating it.
YOU'RE EATING LUNCH, PEOPLE. YOU DON'T DO FOOD. It's totally wrong.

Anywhat, I should be going out with Amy later, too, because she's just as much ditched as I am.

I also think I'm going to see I Love You Because... with Aimee Fizzle at some point in the near future, but am not sure when. Myabe tonight? Or Saturday? Idk.

Busy person.
Pointless post.
Later Skaters xD

Don't you just hate people?

Dear all, I understand that I've been neglecting blog.co.uk, but the following post is a bitchy one.

ENTER BITCH!RANT
I hate people who think they know you so well and believe in the strict matter of cause to effect, particularly in your own timeline. They believe that they know everything about you and can assume everything that's going through your mind and believe that they can relate or empathise with it, or even make a comment about it.

D'you know what? No. You don't know me. In fact, I don't know myself all that well, so how can you assume that you know me like the back of your hand? I'm not as simple as you think, and I have a hell of a lot going on in my mind that I have never said to anyone.

Don't think yourself so special. No-one knows anything about me.
No-one.

It's just facts and figures and actions of cause to effect with you, isn't it?

Don't you understand that the mind is an amazing thing? It's more than just a few words being said or a secret being told or an action being done in a set place in time and location.

You're simple if you can think such things.

You really think you're like me, do you?
Sometimes I just sort of hope that it's some dumb idolisation that's keeping you near me, but now I know for definite that you're trying to empathise with me. You want to be next to me through everything.

And you don't even know what my everything is.

And I hate people who lie to try and get what they want. How selfish can you get?

Sure, in some respects I can be different to you, but isn't that what makes you unique?
I don't want you following me and wanting to do everything with me because you believe that I do different things compared to you.
Sure, I do. What does it matter to you, though?

You needn't lie about something so you can feel similar to me. Or force yourself to like something that I like or make jokes with me about what I've done?
That's stupid.
I'd even go as far as to say that's low.

I have just gotten a text
*PAUSE OF RANT*

And I also hate how you think you can be like me by hanging around with me, or sharing the same interests as me or even using my own words and saying jokes and talking about something that I did.
That's right, Sherlock.
You didn't do it, I did.
Get over yourself.

I became friends with you because I liked your style and perspective on life. I wasn't looking for another version of me.
It's painful to watch myself.
Because it's horrible.

Sure, I have an influence on those people I meet, whether it's good or bad, but so does everyone else, it doesn't mean that the influence had to be put into motion.

I don't want to see me or hear me talk everyday because I'm not that keen on myself anyway.
Can't you just be who you are?
That's why I spoke to you in the first place.

Get the Fuck over yourself.

END OF BITCH!RANT

Ikr, that probably didn't make any sense at all, but I'm too annoyed to read it again.

Do you know people say that when you blog, it's meant to release all these emotions or calm you down?
Yeah.
It doesn't.

I just finished watching The Notebook, in other news, and I feel unwell and tired so had the urge to start bitching.
Is that harsh?

Anywhat, I feel a little sick.
BRB I NEED TO THROW MYSELF INTO THE BATHROOM AND THROW UP

I have lost my camera wire for uploading DDD:
WAAAAA D:

KTHXBAI YOU GUISE.