I suppose I should write a blog really

I HAVE INDIGESTION.

I wanted to get back to my computer to talk to Louise, but then ended up having to scoff a yumyum (sp??) , to talk about who we sat with at the wedding we went to. So now my stomach is like:

"Hey, Rachel, why are you sat in such a ridiculous way that means I can't digest properly? I know, I'll stab you in the ribs" :O OW.

Speaking of being stabbed in the ribs, I woke up this morning feeling like I had been beaten up by a sumo in dire need of some anger management this morning. My brother came up with the very likely idea that I had sleepwalked and fallen down every single stair. How hilarious would that be?

So, I have done barely any Christmas holiday work, unless Assassin's Creed is going to somehow help with that. I did, though, do a tad of cheeky planning and worked out the precise 'last moment' homework times, so I did some organisation at least.

I just watched holby city, anyone who's into a bit of Elliot/Michael shipping, feel free to faint, and to all the Sacha/Jac Sacha/Chrissie... PPFFTTTTTT Yeah I know, I watched it so late, my mind is all over the place, I had to squeeze holby in at a random slot. Thank you for iplayer, really, thanks.

It's great that Dan's gone though, how wonderful is THAT!! Unless he's gone off with Malick.

My goodness Holby is confusing when you try to explain about it briefly in a blog...

Oh oh oh what are those silver dome things called, you know, with food under. I'm going to google it:...

I have come up with either a) couverture de plat or b) Dome and Charger. Feel a tad iffy about both tbh.

Oh speaking of feeling a tad iffy. My bewildering U2 fanfic is well on the way to having a second chapter.

My decemvlogs; I stopped after 25. I'm so sorry my two loyal fans, but I had to see family and just got completely out of sync. OH WELL. Christmas one is up!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEakh9kwJ4s&list=PLE60C7402D5BC51BA&index=25&feature=plpp_video

Ahahaha the video thumbnail is marmite - hold on, I'll just take a snap of the marmite I stole from the hotel earlier...

Not the best picture ever of me, but I'm not the point, the marmite is. It's heart shaped.

I would make a heart shape but blogger becomes a right old man when I do because it messes up the scripty thing. I'm more techy than I appear, honestly.

Anyway, I'm going to go and pester Louise on skype a bit more, and maybe stop stalking people on facebook so much.

Adio''

Ray <3 xx

U2 Fanfic... stupid... no shipping, no h/c... yet...CHAPTER ONE

Before I begin, this was written to amuse Louise whilst she was leaving huge gaps of non repliance on skype. I want to share it with you lot, anyway, here goes:

____________________________________________________________________________________________________

 Once apon a time

 Bono and the Edge were strolling through Dublin together, after the dragon had climbed off of the welsh flag and eaten their wives.

 They had just been to the joint-funeral, and then the joint-wake where there was kareoke

 but Bono had a sore throat

 so he didn't join in

 he had sat in the corner drinking whiskey slowly crying under his two pairs of sunglasses

So, Bono and the edge were strolling

well the edge was more carrying Bono

 around Dublin

 in the search for some whiskey

even though the Edge was teetotz

 he couldn't bare a night alone

 well he'd probably have to stay awake to make sure bono stayed alive

 the Edge sat down on a bench, and looked mournfully into the sky, as Bono crashed down onto the pavement

 "fuck sake" said the edge  hauling bono up by his sunglasses

 "what de fuck are ya doin' drinkin' all de fuckin' whiskey in Dublin ye fuckin' eejit"

 Bono moaned and started telling The Edge about the various frogs in the rainforest

 "bless my soul, you've lost it"

"but mate" said Bono "don't you dare tell me otherwise"

 "I won't" he said, the edge

 Bono then fell asleep on the edge's shoulder

 the very edge of the edge ot the Edge's shoulder

 Bono contemplated, along with the author, as to whether 'edge' is even a word as he slept

[ the edge became hungry

 his stomach rumbled

 "ooh there we go" he said

"Bono, mate, would you wake yourself up now"

"get off the very edge of the edge of my shoulder, are you trying to mock me you bastard?"

"get de fuck up now, i'm fucking starvin' me fuckin shoes off"

 Bono looked at him under his dual sunglass layer

"why de fuck d'ye never wear socks"

"you know im allergic to socks"

 "that's because you only wear latex ones"

 "im not allergic to gloves"

 "why would you ever wear gloves"

"i don't know, menial tasks that would get me hands dirty. I save them to practice the guitar, don't want them all spoiled do I"

 "I suppose not, I always turn my vocal chords off before bed"

 "Bonz, that's impossible... wait you're drunk"

"I'm not" Said Bono, and he fell off the bench again

"alright ya eejit" said the edge, and he lifted Bono up again

"now mate, I said I was hungry, would you phone some food in"

 Bono lifted up his mobile, and stared at it blankly

I know XD

"Um...." said Bono scrolling through his phone contacts

"You need to stop naming contacts after U2 songs"

 "I'm famous, leave me alone, I might as well be a bit of a twat sometimes"

"you spend too much time with chris martin..." The Edge sighed

"here we go" said Bono and he dialed

The Edge watched with concern

"Hello, this is Bono... urm... I don't have a second name anymore, my friend The Edge ate it"

 The Edge furrowed his brow a bit

"I'm not that hungry, bonjela" mumbled the Edge

 Bono ignored him  and started singing christmas songs down the phone

"it's suprising it's not fucking band aid" spat the edge, but nobody was listening

 The Edge gave himself a swift internal slap

 he had to stay strong for Bono

 he was slowly losing it

 By the time the Edge had become himself again, Bono had finished his phone call  and was staring at the edge of the edge of the Edge's shadow, just slightly on the edge of the Edge's foot

 "Bono look at my face.... no.... my face... that's my thumb, Bono, no... that's my other thumb. BONO MY FACE LOOK AT MY FACE"

 Bono looked into the Edge's eyes

the gooey centre of the edge's eyes

"Okay, Bono... Who. Did. You. Phone"

"Am... Urmm.... ahh... something... food?"

"Good on you Bono, was it a takeaway?"

"A what away?"

 "A takeaway, you know?"

"I think so"

 Bono vomited on the edge of the edge's coat

"Urgh BONO!!"

"What? It was only on the Edge."

The Edge rolled his eyes

 Bono started giggling

 "Jesus Christ" muttered the Edge

"Blasphemy won't help you, mate" Said Bono

"By the way, I love your thumbs"

 "That's great. What did you get us to eat?"

 "They said they'd make us something nice"

 "They?"

"yeah, y'know"

"To be honest, Bono, I don't know who it is. Who did you call on your phone"

"Something Food related... you know our music"

"We don't write songs about food"

 "we do now"

 and with that, the sound of a motorbike whizzed around to their bench

Bono, did you order pizza, that might come on a motorbike but I would have thought a mope-"

The Edge's jaw dropped

"Wake de fuck up Bono... "

 Bono had fallen asleep on the Edge again

 Louise Parker: Was it on the Edge of the Edge, or more in the centre this time?

 Rayface Morris: it was on the edge, but not on the edge of the edge, of the Edge

 Louise Parker: Thankyou

 Rayface Morris: no problem

Rayface Morris: I was going to clarify...

Rayface Morris: anyway:

Bono jumped awake, and a grin spread from sunglass rim to sunglass rim

"Dave, Si, how nice of you to come"

 Said Bono

 The Edge shook his head in disbelief as the hairy bikers and Bono set about making a steak and ale pie

"come on Edge, I need you to help me chop the steak" said Si

The Edge shook his head.

"do you have any gloves?"

 he asked Si

 Si laughed at this request

 the Edge reluctantly started slicing the raw steak, whilst Bono was left in charge of the dough... with extreme supervision from Dave of course

 Dave pulled the edge aside

 "here, Edge, what's going on with Bono. He reeks of whisky and he's banging on about frogs"

 "It's 'whiskey'" there was a blank stare "with an 'e', you know" said the Edge, whilst Dave nodded, puzzled

 "Okay, well, I'll keep him away from the ale for the pie" said Dave, and wondered off to do just that

 The Edge swelled with pride as he successfully protected the *proper* Irish spelling

 Soon the pie was done, and the four of them sat at a bench and ate it

 Bono was beginning to sober up

 he was now crying his eyes out, but only one person could tell, the one familiar with his sunglasses

The Edge swallowed his meal in a sympathetic manner towards Bono

 Bono pointed his fork in a knowing way

 and the hairy bikers didn't notice a thing

 soon Si and Dave were on there way, and the Edge was worried about getting cramp in his fingers from the cold

 Bono was now solemn

 he was sat humming to himself

the Edge didn't know what he was humming, but he knew it was beautiful

 the Edge winced at the second swift internal slap

 the author had said 'no shipping'

 "come on Bono"

"we should go to a hotel or something"  said the Edge and he dialled a taxi

 Bono took off his sunglasses

and looked the Edge in the eyes

"Edge"

"Yes Bono"

"Do you... do you wanna..."

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna take the last bits of the pie as leftovers?"

"Yes" said the Edge. Stifling tears.

He was hoping Bono would propose to be BBFFs

but for now they would just have to remain BFFs

 The Taxi soon came and The Edge and Bono and their leftovers went to a cosy little B&B nearer the centre of Dublin

 The Edge got them a twin room, luckily not a double bed.

 Bono's sleeping habits are atrocious

 The Edge couldn't stand silk boxers against him tonight not after the joint-funeral joint-wake drunk Bono Hairy Bikers escapade of a day

 Bono was still quite drunk, so the Edge left him to sleep, while he went to the bar

 the Edge was not in the mood, for the en mass arrival of U2 fans that had somehow been tipped off of their location

 so he went and shut himself back in their room, and locked the door

 it was 10pm by now

 the Edge started at the fridge where the steak pie lay dormant, whilst he listened to his iPod on his bed.

 he looked over to Bono, sleeping with his sunglasses on again, who was having a fight with his douvet.

 the Edge took his headphones out

 just in time to hear Bono shout "Edge, man, come back, I'm pregnant, it's twins, and you're the father!!"

 Bono collapsed in a mess of douvet

the Edge stared at the pile of Bono

 "Mate?"

He knew something was awry

 Bono's sunglasses were skewiff and he hadn't woken up

"Mate!" He said

 jumping out of bed and shaking him awake

"Just leave me" a voice came out of nowhere

"Bono get up seriously" said the Edge

 He pulled the covers off of Bono and dragged him into the bathroom  and sat him in the bathtub

"Be a man, Bono"

he turned the shower on cold

and went to bed

have you missed me?

I've been away for a long, long time. I haven't been away, I've been doing college and youtube for the whole of December. But to be honest, I miss words. Words are beautiful.

I am trying to do IGCSE French, right now, and obviously failing. Let's do some of that...

Now my brother has asked me to hang up his washing... that means I have to go OUTSIDE oh dear lord!!!!

Well When I get back I am going to go on sims, seeing as nobody will be around to talk to me. I can revise and do sims, but I want to make a school and a hospital and other things with the crap I have downloaded off the internet.

Hi guyz

Sorry for the lack in blogposts, I'm kinda sick.

Luckily we have 2 days off college, but I had to call in ill on one of the days so far XD. And you know me, I hate taking days off because I miss people Oh dear, right.

Well, On Monday I had a mahussive break and the library was chocka so I sat on a bench and then Sarah and Chris (with the now mended wrist) came along.

They were going off to the woods to take photos of a fight scene between Dimetri and.. someone? I only read like a small part of it, and I can't remember how they spelled the name, I would spell it Dimitri but that looks wrong now.

ANYWAY.

They went into the woods with this other guy who was a tad annoying XD and I stood around and took film and photos XD I edited the film leaving Sarah being a fine example of a nutjob:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srQDh_4dpSc

And the photos off my terrible 1.5 megapixel camera on my phone are above!! This will please the visual learners that read my blog.

Anyway, other than that I've been sick. Normally I would go in on a tuesday at 12:30 to get Louise from French but instead I was really effing ill so I stayed in bed. Here are some more photos I have taken whilst being ill and dizzy/dehydrated/weird:

So those first two, this is a ladybird that is living in our house, it's been around for ages I mean what does it eat!? It was on my toy frog Chester and then on the bannister thing this morning

This is the sim family I created when I got bored of French and Spongebob:

The French woman (Fleur-Louise) and the South American man (Fernando)  had a toddler (Luc). Then they got pregnant with a girl (Emilie). Whilst pregnant F-L went off flirting with some random dodgy looking guy called Clark Peddler who works at the grocery store, meanwhile Fernando made a band with this lovely lady called Hazel Daye (It was gonna be Holly Daye but I mean, really, that would fail) whilst they both looked after Luc, and when F-L came back from flirting with Clark she gave birth, then about a day later invited Clark over and they started kissing, and then Fernando broke up with her, they were upset, I video recorded it will upload it later, and then she buggered off probably to live with Clark, whilst Fernando moped and looked after Luc. Then him and Hazel fell in love and she's pregnant and I was just about to propose when Louise Parkface came on Skype, so I had to save it ;)

This is Mungo

This is Nelson. THEY WANTED NOMS. IT WAS ONLY FOUR.

Other than that today was strike action and most educational establishments were closed yay. Maddy went striking/protesting and got herself on the TELLY like in the corner holding a sign next to a big banner thing, she's very pwoud :3

And tomorrow is review day, but I don't know if I'll be well enough. It's okay, only two weeks until we break up really 2 or 3 anyway, then it's xmas yayyyy!!!

I'm missing my brother he's doing some Royal Marines course thing :D

That's it for now, Love to you, readers new and old <3

Ray <3 xx

I had a scawy dweam...

It was really really odd. I have a lot of dreams along this vein, but this is the final in the series, well it has to be, because most of the people died.

Since I went to Poland, I have had dreams where various friends and I got taken to a weird faculty and tried to escape but I got drugged and my English teacher was trying to save us and we were all wearing black jumpsuits (like the ones from that reel big fish video...)

So it turned out that that was my old school, oasis, and Itchen saved all it's own students back, as well as a few other students/captives, such as Erin and some other people that I can't remember, but I know Erin was there XD

Now these dreams have been going on since a while back, and I basically said goodbye to a lot of friends in the earlier dreams, as Itchen declared war on Oasis. The main element though is that we are a group of student soldier type things, and we were fighting oasis and winning.

Shaun was our old leader, but he was injured in battle, so it was mainly just us on our own for a while. Claire, my tutor, tried hard but didn't quite get it.

My dream was basically the end of the battle, and the aftermath of it, here it is:

We were standing beside each other, as usual, weapons and wit at their peak, standing on the top row of the tiered seating in the main hall. Those from Oasis were beginning to retreat, running and jumping over the stage and down a long hatch into the basement. We had been all around their before, but we were always winning, all of us had previously been captured so we knew what it meant to win. The hatch is a blind-spot you have to jump without seeing the bottom, it isn't that far down, but it makes you an open target.

Anyway, our group jumped down in two lots, I was in the second lot. Someone threw a grenade, someone from Oasis. It was their headteacher, or well, the leader of the torture facility it now is.

This meant, the last thing I saw was fingers being blown off my hand, and then there was nothing, I knew a lot of people were dead though.

The next scene must have been sometime later. I was walking past our old military base/home thing. People's houses who were there were now gone, they had either moved or been demolished, and I think I was going home for the first time. My house was left, and I went in, and mum was there with her six other children, and the house was an absolute tip. I had a huge scar on my hand but all my fingers were there.

Mum began having a go at me, for not coming home sooner. She didn't understand why everyone had gone. I went and sat in the back room and started tidying, she'd obviously gone mad, there were clothes EVERYWHERE, and she was wearing the latest CTFxC t-shirt, which is odd.

I chucked my stuff in my bag and went to college. The field with all the houses is based on Poland, so it felt familiar but far, and I had a long walk to college through some woody areas.

When I got there Claire was waiting for me. I felt pretty sour, I didn't want to be there. We walked to the hatch thing, and the Oasis teacher person was locked in a cell, she stuck her head out so I grabbed her glasses and broke them one handed, with my scarred hand.

Claire told me off for that. We soon went to tutor, where everything was normal, despite being in the wrong classroom. Were were looking at the student bulletin, and she said "Rachel, I think you're behind on your feedback report" I said, I'm not, I did it, and I'm not fucking doing it again, and then I threw my phone, and the back came off, and I put it back on and ran out of tutor.

I found Will sat on a bench, he asked me if I was okay and I sad no. Then Sam from BPS appeared and put a cup of tea on a podium thing on a trellace thing, and then Will was like "here, have some tea"

Then I woke up.

ZE ENDDD

IT'S Firetrucking

Freezing in my room.

System of a down just came on, I love this song pfftt hahaha.

When I killed yoourr rock aand rolll (8)

But that's besides the point. Do you know how hard it is to type whilst wearing gloves?

Eat all the grass, eat all the grass that you want, accidents happen in the dark (8)

Basically, I'm wearing my gloves and I'm fully dressed because I'm flipping freezing.

I mean I'm fully dressed and in bed, I don't normally hang around naked.

Oooh Spanish Ska, how nice of you to join me. I'm not going to bother type the lyrics. If anybody cares, the band is 'tercer modulo ska' and I'm listening to 'tierra verde'

Third ska module - green earth, basically :P

It really is cold though, I was on the phone to Ouiselegs on the way home today, and my finger like totally nearly fell off, from cold. Here's a picture of me right now, well actually a few minutes back XD

I look the same though :P

Oh do you know, I really like the new interface in the aspect of the photo uploader, because it doesn't take 3 years and it doesn't put pictures automatically at the top.

Anyway, do you like my gloves? I'm so cool... too cool, these gloves aren't helping much.

I'm now listening to a Jay-z/radiohead remix. Jaydiohead... interesting...

I had McDonalds earlier, I like, always get the same thing, which is a bigmac meal with a vanilla milkshake which makes some people shake their heads at me. But I like milkshakes!!

How greedy sexy am I....?

IT'S A MAHUSSIVE MILKSHAKE THOUGH.

I made this bed I choose to lie in it (8) (good charlotte)

I'm trying to have a conversation on skype with Louise, but I'm failing because I'm blogging because Sarah made me envious that she was writing a blog.

Argh my mouth is all itchy and pulsating like when I ate those nuts in Poland, and I thought I was going to have an anaphylactic shock XD I was fine, though.

I have had about 6 comments about my CTFxC hoodie this week, this is because they got married, recently, like, I wear this hoodie regularly and nobody notices, until after the wedding.

TUSK TUSK I am a loyal fan.

Sarah's such a loyal Tobuscus fan she's doing her English project on him, how lol is that.

My Wena is lonely tonight (8)

That reminds me of my good friend Chloe, Kinda miss Chloe. :P

So me and mum and Alex are going off into Gunwharf tomorrow, and I have nothing else to do except pester Louise on skype for all eternity :D

So, well, goodbye, I haven't got much today :D

Lovesssssses

Ray <3 xx

THIS IS MY 101 BLOG!!

I gave in

I caved. I crumbled away and fell into the abyss that is a blog.

I'm meant to be editing my EPQ video, it's not my fault I really hate it, and I can't be bothered, although I doubt it would take 10 minutes to make it better... I wrote the entire report today, In my break in the library, then bought a 'Wispa' and went to Spanish, and even got a CD to put my EPQ on, but I just don't want to do it. I have to get up earlyish tomorrow to walk the dog, and print out every single shred of EPQ evidence, and type up a set of links and things, which is fine, it's just the darn video project.

And it really won't take that long, I just have to take out a couple of clips, slow a transition (TRANSITION) down, and put the music back on... Honestly, Ray, get your act together!!

I suddenly desperately want to watch Aqui no hay quien viva. I haven't for AGES. I need to learn French though, but that programme is so flipping hilarious, like really :P

Ohhhh I will have to do that video soon, I need motivation XD If I just got it done it would be fine, wouldn't it? Well I'm too silly for that nonsense, I can have it all done by flipping Wednesday.

I will also start to transcribe my English data afterwards, I actually enjoy transcribing. Might put it on the blog sometime long after my coursework is done.

That reminds me, I have my music coursework (from 2009/2010), might put that online hahaha... So odd.

If you didn't know, I grew a tumblr. I don't use it in the same way I use anything else, it's just for major splurging really. Splurging sturgeons, batman!

I have a faceeeeebooooook notification. Oh, it was my mum liking my status, I'm so popular haha :')

Well, I suppose I'm going to go and do this silly thing, then fill in my EPQ booklet as much as possible, then transcribe my data, and print shiz off tomorrow :)

Outro of darkness then redness then whiteness,
Thewinneroftodaysblogstshirtisannotatedinthebottommiddleoftheblogpost!
Bless your face, If you sneezed during blog, bless you
Badadadadadadaaa followwwww
Peace off
BOOP!!

Toby style ending... Also Charles and Alli got MARRIED!!
Seeing as that video isn't up yet, and I don't have a Louise to distract myself with...

GOODEVE, FAIR FRYER.

Ray <3 xx

P.S.... I'm using the new interface. I feel it's time.

A toast.

Okay, so, I've been feeling terrible.

Really, really really really reaaallllyyyy terrible.

I doubted I was liked, felt I was just inflicting pain on the world, and wondered if any of it was real.

This has, affected everything majorly. My computer is full of drafted suicide notes, explanations, wills, funeral plans, apologies and all sorts. My blog has suffered massively, tumblr shows the perfect fluctuations my moods have been having, my friendships have been stretched and pulled about, I had no motivation, college was slipping, my EPQ has a thick 2 inches of dust, and yeah.

So, bloggers, or readers, most of you that read, blog, so ner, but I just wanted to apologise to you, firstly, for being so neglectful, but I also wanted to thank you, especially when people tell me they enjoy reading this.

I know it's not in the same vein as normal, but things will resume shortly.

<3 Ray xx

Trying to do History here!!

Dog walking adventure!!

So, I had a day off today, and walked the dog, because I love walking him.

He was depressed because I was sat downstairs in my pyjamas stroking the cat at 9am instead of walking him like on a Tuesday and Wednesday, but I was getting all my tweets through my phone, that literally lasted FOREVER, and I had to clear my inbox twice.

So anyway, I get Mungo all ready and lovely to go out, and I'm just walking along the final stretch near the bench where I let him off the lead, and some people emerge from an old path. There was verbal interaction:

Man: He-hello, good morning

Me: Morning :)

Man: Lovely da- urr, we're David and Martin from the 'street homeless team'.. um. Have you

seen anyone residing here in a tent?

Me: ....uh.... no.

Man: Thanks, no problem.

Then I walk on up the path. The men chat behind me, whilst I talk to Mungo like the sane person I am, and other dog walkers greet each other.

David: There's quite a few dog walkers, I mean, someone must have seen something

Martin: Yes, well, if we just wait here, and ask...

David: Excuse me, we're from the street..... ((as he goes and asks a second dog walker))

So, I let Mungo off the lead, and we were walking around and stuff, and he was playing with his ball as usual, then dropping it to sniff something and me having to go and find it... **sigh**

Then, I was texting mum, and the next thing I know, is Mungo has a really REALLY huge stick. Have some piccies :P

And summore :P

Personally, I think he's an idiot.

Now while all this was going on, there where flies floating above my head!! Like hundreds, and it was weird, and some man was watching me swoop and duck around as I swatted them with the ball-thrower thing we have. Sometimes when I walk the dog on the other bit of the green, there are flies always above the goalposts, I find this VERY odd, and tell Louise every time I'm on the phone with her XD

I tried to get a picture of that too, let me see if I can find it:

Not really very visible, Ray... Stupid me, ah well, me and Mungo went off a bit further up because I was scared of a mass-fly attack, and this woman with a lovely looking boundy bouncey dog, bounded and bounced up at me, knocking the wind out of me and giving me internal bruising, making me double over and my eyes water massively, and the owner didn't even notice because she was on her phone ARGH...

So I was like, trying to call Mungo over to get him on the lead, which is extremely hard to do when winded, as it happens.

And he didn't want to walk, he wanted to sniff, so here I am, wheezing my way up the green dragging my dog up a hill. Silly non-compliant canines.

I found a car registration plate and wanted to keep it, but thought that I probably shouldn't and just photographed it (yes on my terible 1.5 megapixel phone camera):

I actually really like that picture haha.

Anyway, I got home in need of caffeine, and I don't like the taste of coffee much, so I mix instant coffee with chocolate nesquik powder, what you gonna do, it tastes brilliant and is probably worse for you than coffee, but has the same effect ;) Urgh, that crème brulée Starbucks thing Aaron had, ugh.

starbucks wasn't a word, so I clicked on it and Starbucks is now a word saved on Google Chrome's spell checky thing.

Right now, I am trying to tidy my room, because I have Royalty over, in the form of Princess Louise and Duchess Sarah this weekend :P. I am doing really well because my 5 minute tumblr break turned into a HUGE blog.

So, here you go guys, here's a picture of my filing:

Right, well I'd best go finish filing, find a long sleeved white top, do French then argue in Spanish with Tom for 4 hours.

Love peace, and chicken grease (if you know where that's from, a cookie to you, sir)

Ray <3 xx

THAT'S IT.

I need to blog, don't I.

I'm sicking of seeing the stupid effing Nazi post on the blog underneath this one.

Underneath hollywreath

OMG, it's nearly Christmas :D.

Okay, so today at college, I have been very emotionally unstable, and tomorrow we have a day off, but me and Tom are being brilliant language students and going to bribe and hypnotise prospective next year's first years to come and do language courses.

I think it's worth it, because, languages are amazing, because you can swear at people and talk about whatever you want and nobody knows.

It's my 18th soon, Yay... So excited hippopotami.... can't spell.

Tomorrow, I have to sleep, do an hour's French, walk the dog and actually make a start on my F-ing EPQ. I hate it, I hate Sam Lentils, I hate everything.

But waheyyy extra UCAS points. Doubt I'll pass well tbh XD

And I'm totally craving to go and binge on some American chocolate type stuff, whilst Aaron complains to me about breakfast muffins.

Chelsea made a blog today. I'm depressed because I can't put a hyperlink in her name right this second, like I do with all mon mates.

Edit: Chelsea's blog is HERE

And Maddy privatised her blog, because there are nasty people out there.

One time some formspring anomity person decided that too annoy me, they had to watch the majority of my youtube videos and comment about them, I retorted, it was very silly, and there's not much that can be done, and I hope that person feels really good about themselves, because we all know it's because I'm far better than you.

Honestly, why stalk me just to bully me, bit of an issue there, if you love me THAT much, just send me fan mail like everyone else ;)

And yeah, not much to say except I should probably TRY and watch Waterloo Road. Never missed an episode, ever.

Byeee

Ray <3 xx

How can I not...

We are studying Nazi Germany in History. Our teacher was talking about Hitler's ideologies, and he said:

"I hate Hitler, I hope you do too"

This made me look up from my notes on Aryan 'superiority', and look at the four pictures of Hitler on the board.

I don't hate him. I don't feel anything. I'm certainly not a fan, I don't agree with him, I don't ever want to be associated with him, or any Nazi symbols or anything at all like that, I am not racist, I'm pretty left-wing, and I don't believe at all with any of his policies.

Yet, I feel nothing. Nothing of the Nazis, nothing of Hitler, nothing at all. It just doesn't phase me, to hear about the brutality and extreme large scale of murders.

Why on earth is that? I don't know how my classmates feel, but I feel nothing towards it. Almost every British person of my generation, too, that I know of, will find it easy to talk about, in an almost jovial way at times, whereas my Polish friends, of course, find it either a) Difficult b) Upsetting or c) Take the complete piss and are worse than our relatively tame comments.

It is easy to talk and joke about Hitler and the Nazis, Firstly, humour is my way around many issues in MY life, but not my whole generation. I think that from the start, in year 4, we learnt about WW2 watching 'spywatch' and learning about the blitz. The enemies were the Nazis, right? Being the enemy seemed cool back then, the enemy with their big iconic flag, it did, we used to 'play' Nazis. Smart kids.

Then, as a history class, we didn't learn anything about Nazi Germany until year 8 and vaguely, and it wasn't until year 9, when our teacher got pissed at us not taking any lesson seriously he decided to make us all look at pictures of the ovens at Auschwitz and such. It shut us up for a while, whilst our teacher told us of it in cruel, disturbing ways that were sure to stick with us.

I just, I don't know, even though the idea of the death camps fills me with major unease, I just can't feel any hatred to the man responsible, or the Nazi soldiers responsible. I think that a large proportion of THEM were in an agentic state, or there's that crowd-personality behaviour thing as well, but the main man, Hitler, no.

No excuse for it, I don't believe in anything he did, it was awful, but I don't have an emotional response, I have no ability to relate, and I don't know anyone who was involved. Perhaps I am still too immature, or perhaps I'm just mentally detaching myself from deeply thinking of the horrors.

I answered what my history teacher said with the title. How could I not... but I don't.

Thanks...

Ray