Are You Going To Kill Me?
Oh, yes, yes hello.
Sorry and all that, got a bit preoccupied watching Black Books and faffing around at school that I totally forgot about the internet. Plus I was revising night-in, night-out for a History test on Thursday... which I totally screwed up. Oh well, at least I've got the 15th million episode of Black Books to watch.
Hey, Primeval's coming out on Monday. Not sure if I'm excited about it or not- dunno really. Also, we got told on Thursday that there had been a package delivered, but it was too big to fit through the letterbox. My dad sent us an email saying that Who Blackpool had sent HIM an email saying that they'd shipped Connor. Wtf? Now I'm confused. Oh well, I'll just get on with watching Dylan Moran prance about. Oooh, the actors. Dylan with ears- oh I must watch that.
Is it strange that, when I was doing my History revision (actually... all the time) I get Dylan's voice in my head saying everything I'm thinking. When I was doing my revision he suddenly pipes up with:
"Pare... yes, I remember that fellow. Get's drunk rather easily. Thought I was a cocktail, tried to prong me and... whell... I let him really. Nice chap, very rowdy at parties. Oh yeah, and he did that ointment thing- you know?! He ran out of oil and had to use ointment instead of it. For what, I don't really want to know, but he used it anyway. Then he was the first person to tie things up. I don't want to know about that either, but it sounds like fun, whatever it is."
I mean. What the hell is going on in my tiny little mind? I think Black Books is really effecting my mental health. I've been massively grumpy all week, and I keep mindlessly sucking pens and pretending their fags. I don't do it on purpose! I've been watching too much.
Oh, don't you think this guy looks like Bill Bailey:
The one on the bottom having his head drilled, not the doctor. Sorry it's a bit blurred, dad nicked the camera and buggered off to America, and so I've got my slightly make-everything-blurry-if-it's-too-small camera. Ah well :)
Ugh, I've got German orals next week, and I bet I'm going to do it in my 4 year old schoolgirl Irish accent that I can barely do instead of German. Oh Christ...
Sorry and all that, got a bit preoccupied watching Black Books and faffing around at school that I totally forgot about the internet. Plus I was revising night-in, night-out for a History test on Thursday... which I totally screwed up. Oh well, at least I've got the 15th million episode of Black Books to watch.
Hey, Primeval's coming out on Monday. Not sure if I'm excited about it or not- dunno really. Also, we got told on Thursday that there had been a package delivered, but it was too big to fit through the letterbox. My dad sent us an email saying that Who Blackpool had sent HIM an email saying that they'd shipped Connor. Wtf? Now I'm confused. Oh well, I'll just get on with watching Dylan Moran prance about. Oooh, the actors. Dylan with ears- oh I must watch that.
Is it strange that, when I was doing my History revision (actually... all the time) I get Dylan's voice in my head saying everything I'm thinking. When I was doing my revision he suddenly pipes up with:
"Pare... yes, I remember that fellow. Get's drunk rather easily. Thought I was a cocktail, tried to prong me and... whell... I let him really. Nice chap, very rowdy at parties. Oh yeah, and he did that ointment thing- you know?! He ran out of oil and had to use ointment instead of it. For what, I don't really want to know, but he used it anyway. Then he was the first person to tie things up. I don't want to know about that either, but it sounds like fun, whatever it is."
I mean. What the hell is going on in my tiny little mind? I think Black Books is really effecting my mental health. I've been massively grumpy all week, and I keep mindlessly sucking pens and pretending their fags. I don't do it on purpose! I've been watching too much.
Oh, don't you think this guy looks like Bill Bailey:
The one on the bottom having his head drilled, not the doctor. Sorry it's a bit blurred, dad nicked the camera and buggered off to America, and so I've got my slightly make-everything-blurry-if-it's-too-small camera. Ah well :)
Ugh, I've got German orals next week, and I bet I'm going to do it in my 4 year old schoolgirl Irish accent that I can barely do instead of German. Oh Christ...