An 18 year old's outlook on the rofls of life

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

A Story About Finding Yourself

I'm bringing 'lom' in. It's happening. Get over it. Now that that's sorted, let's get down to business. There's no business, but i thought i should post seen as i haven't posted in like forever. Lol. IT'S TEENAGE SPEAK GONE MAD. Lom. Do you want to hear a story? Here's a story.
One day, there were three children waiting at the train station. The first, Sally, a strange looking child with a head far to large for her own good, looked out across the tracks, a look of longing stretching across her usually animated face. The second, Janice, her taller counterpart was confused by this longing, however, could not communicate as she had taken a vow of silence. Instead she ushered to the third, a shorter but more intelligent friend (Tammy), and indicated the other friend's sadness. Sally's face was expressionless, her usually warm eyes were haunted by the ghost of what she may never achieve.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Tammy delicately inquired, before being punched in the face by Janice, who had momentarily forgotten her godly ways. Janice helped Tammy off the platform as Sally's lips parted to speak the words,
"Alas, I may never fulfill my true wishes" Tammy was intrigued by Sally's outburst, and offered a comforting pat on the shoulder, Janice fell to the floor and prayed. Ignoring their mumbling friend, Sally and Tammy sat on a bench and spoke.
"I must follow my heart and become... a penis model" Tammy struggled for a second, processing the information, before reminding Sally "but, you have no penis". At this, Sally threw herself next to Janice on the floor, crying and pounding at the concrete in fury. It was clear that there was more to this than met Tammy's eye, so she stood awkwardly, waiting for the pair to finish. People stared. Soon, Janice finished praying and pulled Sally up, still muttering to herself.
"I will be a penis model" Sally whispered in a moment of quiet reflection, before running from the train station, leaving Tammy to stand awkwardly with Janice.
3 days later, Sally walked into the common room. Her eyes glistened with their usual dewey glory , her step was lighter as she breezed across the room and she was grinning like a fucking retard. Janice was busy reading the bible, but Tammy looked up and saw Sally. What was revealed to Tammy was beautiful, the way it sat, like a beast, growling in fury, swinging freely with the wind. It was all colours, glistening off the common room lights, inventing brand new shades just by springing back and forth. Tammy inhaled sharply, filled with awe. Janice fell to the floor and prayed.
"I decided to opt out of the penis modelling. I bought a tamagotchi instead" murmured Sally into the stunned silence.
The End...
Mother Fuckers.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

It's Another School Post

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. I don't like school that much :( YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Things Of A Giggle-Worthy Nature

Some things in this world are boring, crappy and generally normal. However, then every now and again you come across something in this black and white world that is so brilliant that it blinds your tiny greyscale-adjusted eyes and launches your previously immature and inexperienced state of mind into a rainbow of pure awesomeness. Recently, one of these things became apparent to myself and my younger, less successful sister. Narwhals. They are beautiful - not classically beautiful - they kind of look like a walrus's dead grandmother who mated incestuously with her deformed unicorn brother, but they HAVE A HORN. ACTUAL UNICORN - LIKE CREATURES EXIST IN THIS WORLD. Beautiful. Jeremy Kyle is also a glorious ray of sun on the dead crops in the fields of existance. The families featured are beautiful like Narwhals are beautiful... sure, they lack teeth and basic spelling, but even before they appear on the notorious tv show, they have to perform the gruelling task of calling the number - '123456'. That's the Jeremy Kyle number. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Every time i see this i laugh like it's the first - they've felt the need to make it THAT easy to apply. I'm pretty sure that from then on you just have to be able to spell your name (you have to hand it to them - judging by most of the names on the show, they probably have a hard time of it - eg Misheechta was on last week with a fascinating story into how her mother had sold her for a wrap of weed. It was only an 8th.).
There are many things in this world that make Tabs happy. These are just two examples. So go forth children and enjoy the little things... sorry Jessie, kind of treading on your Zombieland approach there... awks.
BYE.