This is spam

If you choose to read it, you obviously follow my blog and are interested.

I'm not. I'm not interested in a lot of things. I write here random shpluff, that's what it is, shpluff, and on ANY website, ANY social networking thing or any forum, that is, who I am and what I do. It is my blog, and my life, I am not writing it to be judged or praised or anything, it's just shpluff.

And that is how I perceive your blog, too. Here is a page on the internet with things you are interested in, or feel passionate about. I might be interested, it might be meaningful to me and my little life, but overall, I am not bothered by what you post, it is different on all social networks though.

Facebook. I added you because you're a friend, I met you, you added me, or I think your fit. (And what comes of the last one, well, it depends) But because facebook is very social, and everyone can see what I do, I do not complain, or whine, or moan, not at all. I go on there, mostly, to talk to a small fraction of the 700 or so friends I have, I would talk to any one of them, but then again, the people I talk to on facebook are my friends IRL, the other reems and reems of my acquaintances probably don't see the babble that gets chucked on there.

Then, on Blogspot. I know quite a few of my friends on facebook read it, and quite a few of my followers on twitter read it, especially if I spam the link. The people that follow it, usually follow it, because they have their own blog, and I know them IRL. It isn't like a load of scary men asking follow for follow (ahem livemocha), I know full well who will read this, and probably their reactions, too.

Twitter. Twitter works in two ways. One at a time, or both. You either post whatever the f*** you want, or you act as if you have an audience. Some accounts are 'famous' just because they play heavily on those rules. Accounts for 'teen quotes' 'God quotes' 'funny tweets' all have a specific audience, and I don't follow them, because they annoy me, so please stop retweeting them and sabotaging my quote-free timeline. Half the time they aren't even quotes. Not the point. Twitter, is mainly about what YOU put, not what others put, I'd say it's 70% about what you tweet, rather than what you recieve (30% obviously). Thou art the king of thine twitter kindgom. That is how twitter should be used, I think. You tweet what you like, and people either like it or they don't.

Tumblr, is the opposite. You post shit, but come on, you mostly REBLOG it, it's all about who you follow, and what they reblog. Of course, there was some originality. But Tumblr is confusing to some people, and I shouldn't really try and explain it, precisely because, it is what you make it. You follow the accounts on tumblr that post/reblog shpluff that appeals to your shpluff. There are people on there, who agree with you on everything. You've just got to find them! See, I made friends with a tumblr person (who barely posts anything except for gifs of Moriarty) but we have okay interests. Just follow people with stuff that makes you think, hey, that's my shpluff there, I think I want it on my tumblr page.

I barely use mine, or other people's tumblr pages on tumblr. I just scroll down the dash. Kind of like facebook profiles and scrolling down the homepage for people who don't have tumblr. Except anything you find on the homepage you can re-post and have it on your profile. There are people on tumblr who are completely different to you. Tumblr is, really, what you make it, the same with most online spaces. You don't like someone/something they said/something they posted. Get rid of them, ignore them, whatever.

I don't understand a lot of all this falling outs over social media, especially on twitter and tumblr. Those two are completely user generated and it doesn't matter if you know somebody IRL or not, like their stuff, follow it.

I'm not saying if someone's using it as a bullying tool to not report it, you can report stuff. But really, honestly. Control your shpluff, God knows we have to suffer with it everyday in the real world, here are online places where you can sit at another table and each one is as popular as the next.

I like my shpluff, you should do the same.

Afterall, ignorance is bliss, and you can be as ignorant as you want.

Rant over

Ray <3 -xx-

I love the doctors

My hip. My hip has been causing me pain, it clicks and groans and stabs me. So I made a doctors appointment. It took 3 weeks.

First of all, I was in the waiting room, and at the time of my appointment, this doctor came in, and called for 'Rachel' and I was like oh, me, oh no, no sorry, the other Rachel with a more complicated last name got up instead and went with said doctor. There was a man looking like he was going to lol, so I thought I'd express my foolishness and said "same name" at the same time that someone coughed and someone else turned a magazine page, so that was awkward and nobody heard me. That was just.. staring around, not being able to say anything, while the man stared dead at me for another 15 minutes.

The same doctor came back when it was just two other people and I in the waiting room, and called my name. He then sprinted off down the corridor and I hurriedly dragged my left leg along with myself after him. I got in, and sat in the chair furthest from him. He laughed and I sat in a closer chair. Then after I explained my predicament, he asked me to walk to and fro and look at my walking. Which has to be the most awkward thing ever as the room was small. Then he turned to me and asked if I had underwear on. I said I did indeed so, and didn't think much of it, he was obviously going to want to look at my hip, but who doesn't wear underwear when going to the docs in that situation!?

So I de-trousered and got on the examination couch, as indicated, then realised I was wearing ridiculous knickers with cherries on and odd socks. Thank God I shaved my legs tbh. Then after he did a bit of prodding on both hips and causing me pain, he told me to turn a certain way. He kept saying "head that way" so I headed that way, but he meant put my head that way, how embarrassing... gah. So I put myself the right way, and he grabbed my foot and twisted it.

It was just all embarrassing, especially as it hurt and things. And then he told me to get dressed, so I did, all but one shoe, because he started explaining to me again, this confused him. But yeah, I apparently inflamed a tendon OR the sack thing in between the hip joint and something else? Anyway, extreme pain is extreme :(

But my life is one huge lol...

Love Ray <3 xx

Ahaha :P

BEEP

GET OUT OF THE WAY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, THIS IS NOT A STOPPING ZONE. NO. NO STOPPING, KEEP MOVING, SERIOUSLY.

If you keep moving, I'll buy you a donught. This is what college is like, when I am FRANTICALLY hurrying from psychology to history or something, something that is far away, and you're walking.

There's a gaggle of girls all linking arms, behind a girl trying to be suave and zipping in and out, but she's texting and walking into people, and things... and cats. Then, THEN come the hardcore gentlemen with their baseball caps who walk slower than their one legged arthritic gout ridden grandfather. So I casually try and get round them, but there's people trying to get the other way, so that involves dodging and trying not to tread on the back of some slow soul's shoe. And then the teacher with a limp and a giant red box is trying frantically to unlock the key to his room, meanwhile the librarian is having a chat with the lovely repographics lady whilst carrying four cups of tea in one hand and a pile of paper the size of Ireland in the other. Oh, and you also have to remember that the corridor has a thick greasy lining of first years wrestling each other or shouting to each other from either sides of the corridors, benches lined with people who have their feet out, and Itchen radio blasting either some music or a video.

It's quite fun really.

Well whatever the hell THAT was.

I have to go and read out something at the HMD tomozzle, so I'm not really having fun doing that, it will be tortuous, and then it will be over, but yay minibus and ting. I love the minibus, I went in it yesterday WOOO MINIBUS..

Okay... byez

Ray -xx- <3 :')

Jelly Beans blog.

I'm deciding to eat jelly beans, okay, here we go.

Just ate a blueberry one, more of an explosion of unidentifiable sugary goo in my mouth, not brilliant.
Pear: A VERY MOUDLY PEAR... or like, bruised banana mixed with pear.. yeuch haha
Tangerine: Refreshing, but a bit too much like ye olde antibiotics they prescribed kids.
Lemon: very nice, you get a sort of sugary lemon mixed with REAL LEMON mixed with carpet. Had two of those. The second was better.

--After a quick drop of the packet, I shall now continue--

Tutti - Frutti - One I know I will dislike. Basically bubblegum and cinnamon. I'd like to also tell you that the words 'flouride' and 'victorian' seem relevant
Watermelon: Oh please be kidding, I am not amused, I don't like watermelon in real life!! Fine! Okay the taste is very vague and very strong, double watermelon kick **shudders** That and tutti fruitti were the worse so far!! Actually feel slightly ill...

--After a quick drink of water, I shall now continue--


I shall now review the last four in the order I imagine will save the better ones until last.

Top Banana: It's evil you know, they smell of nothing. Okay well, that tastes of a) banana, but synthetic version and b) plastic. Not as bad as I had thought. The bruised décor on the image makes me a bit wary.
Coconut: Definite coconut flavour, very safe, tastes like legit coconut so it's not too bad.
Wild Cherry: Oh how normal. Tastes like cherry, but there's also a sense of... well carpet again, but less fluffy? You can taste the syntheticness basically.
Green Apple: Last but not least... Okay tastes like apple, but wierdly so, tastes a LOT like soap, a lot.

Hope you enjoyed that as much as I didn't!!

Love,
Ray <3 xx

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.