¤◊*::where are we going?::*◊¤

You've seen the movie. You've read the novels. Now, meet the egotistic, self-obsessed weirdo that is... me. (Yes, i am serious. What do you mean, you thought I'd be thinner???)

Monday, May 30, 2005

Kaiser Chiefs...

...are the BEST!!! I mean, who could compete with lyrics like:

"Well it's time honoured tradition/To get enough nutrition

Stay alive until you die/And that is the end of you

And I pity the fools/Who don't recognize the rules

We cannot cheat the reapers reap/And that is the end of that" ??????

I ask you. They rock! They are very very very very very very very good!!!!!!!!!! I love the random nature of the lyrics (because, let's face it, I'm a pretty random girl) and the tunes stick in your head...

"Oh my god I can't believe it! I've never been this far away from home!"

Sounds like Sam Gamgee in that scene in FotR, if you ask me, but then that would mean it combined Kaisers and my fave thing ever, LORD OF THE RINGS!!!!!!!!

And isn't that amazing? Isn't it just FABULOUS, darling???



"S-s-s-suddenly! There's a knock at your head! Don’t let them in because they're tryn'a take your TV set!"

"P-p-p-pneurothorax! Is a word that is long! I'm just tryn'a put some punk back into punctured lung!"

cya later. lovin ya forever,


Friday, May 27, 2005

Heehee Exami-nami-nations are over!

And so is this (MOMENTOUSLY LONG) half term, after 8 long weeks!!!!!!! Yes yes yes, my precious! And now we are on holiday! Yes we are, my precious!

sorry for the gollum thing, i just needed a vehicle (i love saying this) for the quotes...


"I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone..."

And this is my post on Middle Earth Magnets:

"Hydraulic Minas Tirith horses wouldn't often jog forward, parachuting, followed by Pippin's desire, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins."

luv ya! liz <3

Thursday, May 26, 2005


ARE FANTASTIC!!! (or should that be les examinations est fantastique?)

My pen ran out in the middle of the R S exam and (*SLAP YOUSELF NOW LIZ*) I forgot to bring a spare. I used Mr Fay's, joyously enough...

But surely the moment of the week so far is the answer I put to the question:


I put...

...wait for it...


I know. Slap me, I'm hysterical.

No, scratch that. I am BL**DY DERANGED.


(again, that was so OBVIOUSLY a vehicle for my glorious quotes)

"Caesar is a 'SALAD DRESSING DUDE'." --bill n ted

"Be proud to be out of your mind and out of control and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?" --eminem

lv ya :)forever(: !!!

orcy orc orcface <3

Monday, May 23, 2005

The Last Day Ever (YESSSSS!!!!! HOORAY!!!!!!)

Last ever full day at SES SS. Really it was the best full day I've ever been to (and minus the material it would have been perfect) for several reasons:

a) Sometime during lunch James F turned up in - guess what? - an AIR CADET UNIFORM!!!!!!!!! I know! Consequently he was the butt of "Man in uniform" jokes for the rest of the day because he didn't have a change of clothes...

b) We got to play board games while our parents were having a meeting!

c) Whilst playing the board games, Zach started calling me 'sir'. I started calling him 'madam', 'gorgeous', 'honey', 'sweetheart' etc. I also tried to set him up on a date with James...

d) Michael SO OBVIOUSLY has it bad for me. It's so funny! Sophie and me were in hysterics...

e) We got to do The Taming of the Shrew. Although it's very likely to be the most unfair, chauvunistic play Shakespeare ever wrote, it is actually a Shakespeare so it's good anyway. It was fun to play Katherine as angry, weary, insincere etc etc and watch somebody else (in this case, Zach) play Petruchio as sneaky or just plain enraged...

f) We went for a walk, as is SES SS custom on full days. It rained. Hard. It got muddy. I got muddy. My trainers are irreparably damaged. I sincerely hope that my nice 60s skirt is not. Heehee! It was actually very funny at the time... I suppose you had to be there. (Well, it was very funny if you were there...)

g) James was (WHY???) showing me and Michael how to salute(???) and he touched his shoe whilst saying 'squadron leader'. Therefore the three of us tried to get the words 'squadron leader' into every possible sentence (and, actually, some impossible ones), touching our shoes as we did so...

See! SEVEN REASONS!!! heehee!

At least we don't have to do it again so that my good memories will remain untarnished.


"Sitting up here I'm obsessed with a fear of getting it wrong: everyone else will be going 'bonk, bink' and I shall be giong 'bink, bonk'." --umpire, flanders + swann

"The first word of Thomas Hardy's new novel, at 10:35 on this very lovely morning, it's three letters it's the definite article and it's THE!" --racing commentary, monty python

luv ya! liz <3

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Eurovision 2005

This, I'm sorry to say, is going to be a rant, as I've just watched Eurovision and it usually has the same effect on me as I'm sure a hallucinogenic drug would...

Eurovision. Synonymous the world over with the phrase "Let's Vote For The People Who Share Our Political Views". I mean, James Fox is fit! People would totally have voted for the UK last year if SOMEONE (mentioning no names Blair is an ignorant suck-up, Blair is an ignorant suck-up) hadn't gone and INVADED A CERTAIN MIDDLE-EASTERN COUNTRY!!!

OK, you can tell I've been reading Meg Cabot. I just wrote the phrase "James Fox is fit". It's not like he isn't or anything, because I saw him at the Liverpool Empire at Christmas in Jesus Christ Superstar and oh, god he has the nicest arms in the whole of humanity, but COME ON.

I don't have to tell the world that I think that.

So. Eurovision.

I won't bother to watch the results because it is composed entirely of skimpily-dressed European women mispronouncing 99% of the English language whilst saying something which the bookies have known for at least a month now...

So, yeah. As you can see, I'm not exactly Eurovision's biggest fan, but I don't despise it either. I watch it religiously every year, if only the part which contains the actual singing. Besides, it usually ends very educationally.

i.e. me getting out the atlas because I don't know where Bosnia-Herzegovina is.

Or Croatia.

Or Serbia/Montenegro.

Or the difference between Finland, Denmark and Switzerland.

Probably not even Israel.

I know. I need lots more Geography. Obviously Mr Fay is having no effect on my brain.


Didn't really end up being that much to do with Eurovision, did it?

"Man, when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot. I mean, she was steamin'."

"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase..."

luv ya! liz

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Randall Ingermanson

Click here to read the first 2 chapters of Randall Ingermanson's novel Transgression. If it helps, I haven't read this book, but my reading these 2 chapters guaranteed that I will.

This man should definitely be certified as a genius. Randy's Snowflake method is genuinely amazing and, guess what, it actually works!!! Go check it out for yourself and see.

(As you may be able to tell, I've learnt how to put links in without ctrl-c and ctrl-v-ing them!!! This has made me hyper!!!)


"Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise"

"And it can't be wrong 'cos you're so right for me..."

people of great britain, this is your prime minister. embarrassed forehead, fake rolex, dodgy wife...

love from,

Peter "Fingers" Mandelson <3

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

i'm just going to rant until...

I think of something worth talking about. (using different coloued fonts for no reason...)

Well, I am listening to The Darkness for no reason. (no, no inspiration there.)

Had Maths, Physics and Chemistry today as usual (my dad is pleased but I'm not. OH GOD, WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME????????????????????)

I love Lord of the Rings. Found this random but hilarious blogthing:

  • You Know You're Addicted to LotR When...

  • so true. so sadly, sadly true.

    Now listening to an old Dead Ringers CD and laughing at jokes to do with Iain Duncan Smith and Saddam Hussein (I never know how to spell that). lol.

    Wow. It's taking a long time for something even remotely interesting to come into my head.

    too long. I will re-post if i can think of anything better to talk about.


    "Here's a tip for all you budding cops out there: you've got to get yourself a good grass. Organic wheatgrass. Britney swears by it." dale winton

    "My name is... Enrico - the Condor - Martinez." tony blair

    "I've lost count of the number of times I've looked at Edward and thought 'mmm... could be a duffer'." duke of edinburgh

    <3 a terrible thing has happened <3

    -- "'I'm a liability' trouser suit"

    just a quick plug of my other blog...

    My HTML skills, when it comes to links, are limited to cutting and pasting from the template of this blog, so it has to be with a bulletpoint:

  • OrcFace is the Best!!!

  • Basically, stream of exceedingly Orcish consciousness. If you don't like Lord of the Rings, don't click on this link. You may develop some kind of LotR-phobia.

    It's a bit like

  • The Darth Side

  • for LotR, but not as high-brow (nor as funny, but I shouldn't put myself down). I suggest looking into the archives. My battles with the evil RevisionOrc have made my posts less humourous and more scarce of late.

    OK then!


    "Every guy will envy me: paradise is where I'll be..."

    "I never made it as a wise man. I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing"

    <3 may the forks be with you <3

    pretty flamingo

    Saturday, May 14, 2005

    You can tell I'm bored... about the sixth post of today

    Your Birthdate: December 13

    Being born on the 13th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer, but it may also give you a tendency to dominate people a bit.

    You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize.

    Sincere and honest, you are a serious, hard working individual.

    Your feeling are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times.

    You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details.

    Your intolerance and insistence on complete accuracy can be irritating to some.

    found this on another blog and decided that since my birthday is unusual (i was born on a friday - check it out) i should do it myself.


    short one- so i can't be bothered with quotes, sorry. <3

    Retro Music... and how it MEANT SOMETHING!!!

    Yes, some may only have reflected how large an amount of drugs the writer/singer was taking, but you have to admit that songs from the 60s, 70s + 80s ACTUALLY HAD MEANINGS!!!!!

    Take for instance that 60s Herman's Hermits classic, No Milk Today. The fact that the singer doesn't want the milkman to give him any milk is a symbol of how he's lost his beloved and she won't come back. He recounts their history together and laments the fact that, because she's gone, he doesn't need any milk.

    OK, it's sad. But it's A METAPHOR!!! Does Britney Spears even KNOW WHAT A METAPHOR IS??????? Somehow I doubt it. Because these days music is not about music anymore. It's about visual influences and how attractive the singer is, rather than what sounds come out of his/her mouth.

    Which is stupid. Things have changed. Would you ever have seen Beethoven or Mozart looking like they'd spent the last two years on a sunbed, sporting their (tiny) underwear and nothing else, doing provocative dances?

    No. (Thank god...)

    Did anyone ever refuse to listen to Aretha Franklin because "she's like, totally fat!"??????


    All I'm saying is, people's priorities are going rapidly in the WRONG DIRECTION (i.e. the aesthetic one) and it's not right. Discrimination should not be tolerated.

    Why does the Pope, supposedly the most pacific man in the world, discriminate towards gay people? Is this a good example to set to millions of people (Catholics and even non-Catholics who all follow the guy and turned up in Rome for his predecessor's death and funeral)??? And what's with condemning thousands of African Catholics to death from HIV and AIDS? Hello, I thought you were supposed to be God's chosen messenger on Earth?????


    Sorry to be so narky (lol i can't think of a better word) but it's just how i feel. No hard feelings to anyone except Britney Spears and the like, and the Pope.

    "Scaramouch, scaramouch, can you do the fandango?"

    "Shut up hush your mouth, can't you hear you talk too loud?"

    the original cut-and-shut politician <3

    Ariadne Jones's Diary (which is being entered into a writing competiton by my English teacher)

    A fictional diary of Ariadne from the Greek legend of Theseus and the Minotaur. Her father, King Minos, demands a yearly sacrifice of Athenian youths and maidens to be fed to the Minotaur, a deadly beast which lives in a huge maze called the Labyrinth.

    Daddy’s Labyrinth-sacrifice time again. Wonder who will come? Daddy says the Athenians are getting too arrogant though, trying to get out. He says no-one can escape from the Labyrinth.

    Aha! Had an idea! Tie string to oneself and have somebody hold it outside! Of course, will not test this. Would be far too dangerous.

    Met the sacrifices today. Women are all much too young and leggy, men mainly useless wimps. However, met Theseus – tall, dark and incredibly handsome. Thinks, however, he can kill the Minotaur…

    Ah! Will tell Theseus about yesterday’s string-tying idea – see whether he wants to try it!
    After all, would be a shame to kill someone with such a nice tan and lovely muscles.

    Theseus said yes! Tomorrow, will stand outside Labyrinth holding string for gorgeous Athenian warrior. He will do battle with the Minotaur! Then we will run away together!

    Wonder which shoes should wear? Would white or blue make me look more in manner of Aphrodite?
    No. Ankles too fat for either. Full-length toga is the only option.

    Wow! Have done it!

    Also, amazingly, Theseus has not noticed how much of a mess my hair is! Wind on this boat has made it look a total disaster…


    "If you can't be with the one you love, honey, Love the one you're with..."

    "You can miss out school - won't that be cool?"

    relax - don't do it!!! amities: moi <3

    Random Fiction... lol

    could i just first ask why anyone would ever need the symbol "¬" ????

    Just wondering...

    "I'm not in love with Chris," I told her.

    "How do I know that?" she asked. Credit to her, she didn't look as if she wanted to rip off my head and use it as a human football, which is how I would have looked if she'd kissed my boyfriend.

    "He's... not Dom." That was all I could say.

    "Don't worry, I get it. You're not over his brother. So what was it then? For a moment his family resemblance was so overwhelming that you couldn't control yourself?"

    I didn't say anything.

    "Oh my god, Cade. It was, wasn't it?"

    I still didn't say anything.

    "Listen, I'll talk to Chris for you, but I can't guarantee anything. They're not very close."

    "I know."

    "Good, you're talking." She grinned.

    She sounded so much like Sandy in Grease that I had to laugh. Then she laughed and we ended up having one of those gigantic giggle-fests that you have when you've been best friends for as long as you can remember and you have fun just being in each other's company.

    "Hey," she said after we'd surfaced from the hysterics. "I forgive you."

    "Thanks. Can we not talk about this?"

    "Yeah, sure." That's why she's my best friend. You just have to love her.

    an artist... etc

    Found this on...

  • Rum And Monkey
  • ...

    an artist.

    he plays drums.

    he is a sex slave.

    he drinks and smokes cloves.

    he does more drugs than you will ever do in a lifetime.

    he loves death metal.

    ...and was inspired by it. I think if you cannot define yourself in this way then you don't really know who you are.

    this is me, i hope...

    a writer.

    she plays viola.

    she likes most things.

    she eats chocolate and drinks coffee.

    she knows more songs than you will hear in a lifetime.

    she loves the originals.

    Obviously, you can exaggerate the second-last line. I love that it's so simple and it has a sort of pyramid shape. Also it's great for mapping out the characters in any kind of creative writing you're doing.

    try it! (lol)


    (heehee couldn't wait for the random quotes could you?)

    "Everyone has a secret, oh can they keep it? Oh no they can't..."

    "Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

    luv ya! <3 ne way the wind blows... <3 :P

    It's always the last place you look...

    Well, duh. You wouldn't really carry on looking after you'd found it, would you?


    (are you beginning to suspect that these posts are just a vehicle for my totally random song quotes?)

    "Yeah yeah, i'm independence, Yeah yeah, i'm candy eyed, Yeah yeah, i'm borderline.."

    "Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same"

    c ya! <3 i'm lovin angels instead <3 :P

    Wednesday, May 11, 2005

    Form teachers and midlife crises...

    My form teacher is officially NOT having a midlife crisis.

    Just to let you know.

    This is the point where I imagine if you existed you would probably be yelling "WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL??????" at the PC, and who can blame you? If I read this I would do the same thing.

    How did I manage to discover that my form teacher is not having a midlife crisis? Well, in Geography/PSHCE today (my form teacher teaches Geography and is determined to combine these subjects, presumably because he feels he is cheating on Geography otherwise) we were talking about it. Give me a sec and I'll remember why...

    We were doing population pyramids (SEE? SO NOT PHSCE!) and he was talking about the cost of bringing up a child, and we asked him about his children. (If you manage to get Mr. F. off track, he'll stay outside the actual subject for hours.)

    Naomi asked him whether boys or girls cost more, and he said probably about the same. Then she said (something in the region of):

    "But don't boys want, like, video games and X-Boxes and stuff...?"

    And he said he wouldn't know, he'd never brought up a boy (he has 2 daughters), and that he'd never had that kind of stuff (he's about the same age as my dad).

    She said, didn't he want them now?

    And he said...

    ...wait for it... (it's probably not worth it, but lol)

    "No. I'm not having a midlife crisis."


    "If you ever see me wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorbike, snap me out of it."

    And I went, "We'll go, 'YOU'RE HAVING A MIDLIFE CRISIS'."

    So there you go.

    (I know. Not worth the effort of moving your eye muscles for, was it?)



    "Sunday morning rain is falling Steal some covers share some skin"

    "Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?"

    pippin's number one fan <3

    Tuesday, May 10, 2005

    Boromir Bring It On... In Cinemas NOW - cont'd

    This is where my notion of a cheerleading Boromir came from lol... Council of Elrond, as seen at the side of this page. Heehee... click it and see I have a right to laugh hysterically and make a big deal out of it.

    In stores now...

    Bring It On - starring Boromir son of Denethor and Kirsten Dunst

    Buy it NOW! In all good branches of W H Smith

    Only available in Gondor
    (sorry to S.B.'s fangirls)


    "And if you don't love me now you will never love me again. I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain"

    "I said I love you and I swear I still do"

    Classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess <3

    Boromir Bring It On... In Cinemas NOW

    OK, I think you should know why I'm going on about Boromir being a cheerleader.

    Sunday, May 08, 2005

    Sorry, Optician Beckoned (and his name was I. White)

    no, i'm serious. my optician's name really is Mr. I. White. Check my prescription if you don't believe me. Which, by the way, says i need new, STRONGER glasses. Which will make my eyes worse, so i'll need new, STRONGER glasses. Can you see why opticians make so much money?

    Actually, i don't know whether opticians make that much money. But i presume they do, because of the whole 'glasses=eyes get worse=new glasses' cycle.

    But anyway, before i was so cruelly forced away from the keyboard (to which i seem to be permenently glued these days) to see Mr. I. White, i was saying something about music.

    Oh, yeah. That was it.

    My tastes in music are WEIRD. My tastes go from Nickelback to Eminem to Queen via Fountains of Wayne, Katy Rose, Maroon 5, Green Day, The Cuban Heels, ABBA, The Beach Boys and many many many many MANY MORE!! I will listen to just about ANYTHING which has a beat and words (even Keane(!) lol)

    I also do not mind (although i would rather listen to the above people) Verdi, Handel, Bach or Mozart (but this is my brother's influence on me).

    I must either be very tolerant, very deaf, or hearing things, i hear you cry (even though you do not exist - so maybe i am hearing things).

    All I can say is... I suppose so. I often wonder whether The Darkness REALLY sound like that, now that i think about it...

    Oh, and i also like Scissor Sisters. And 80s stuff like Human League and Soft Cell. And 60s things like Build Me Up Buttercup and Up on the Roof. And dodgy 90s pop like Britney and the Spice Girls.

    OK, i admit it. I am TOTALLY WEIRD!!!!!!!!!

    But at least i only like one type of book. NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! I totally read Douglas Adams and Meg Cabot in the same sitting. And Eoin Colfer. And Sharon Creech. And Tolkein (YES! FRODO LIVES!!)

    ok, that's enough randomness for now. More later.


    BOROMIR IS A CHEERLEADER (gimme a G! O! N! D! O! R! What does it spell... GONDOR!!!!)

    Saturday, May 07, 2005

    Fire at Will! (Which one's called Will?)

    spent the last 3 hours drifting between lotr rotk and sleep, as i was up all last night blogging and listening to music.

    What music? I hear you cry (well, i don't, but if i did then this is what i'd say)...

    well, isn't that an interesting question? (well, how would you know? just FYI, the answer is, yes, it is an interesting question.)

    which i will answer later. cya.

    Friday, May 06, 2005

    General Election Alert!!

    wow. general election. i mean, come on, you may as well just put three of the world's most dangerous men in a boxing ring and collect what's left of them in a matchbox afterwards, for all the good it'll do. Tony Blair says blah blah, but oh no, Michael Howard assures me that nyeh nyeh nyeh and on the twenty-ninth of blup Charles Kennedy announced to the press that...

    OH, WHATEVER!!!!!! I would say does it really matter in the great scheme of things, but it does, so i don't know. Bt surely there's a better way to do it than having the three of them slag each other off and promise that they'll be much better and etc etc etc. It's just so boring, because you know that they won't do better. The vast majority of politicians are twisted, and the rest of them would twist (so to speak) once given power.


    "Shall I describe it to you, or do you want me to find you a box?"

    classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess