We'll run away together, we'll spend some time forever...

I've been a fan of Weezer for a while; I think they're music is great, really original, and each song is different. My current favourites are Island in the Sun, which was the song that introduced me to Weezer, and (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You Too. For the past couple of hours, I've been flicking through several Weezer videos on YouTube, and I can't believe I've never watched the Island In The Sun video. It's absolutely adorable. I can't not share it with you!



Awww. I love it. And, of course, I love the song.

Anyway, moving on... in the notebook I found, the next few pages consist of stuff that bores even me. Just silly little notes and doodles that no one really cares about. The next thing that really catches my interest is my record of Kingswood - an activity center thing in Norfolk that I went to with the school for a week in Year 4. However, it takes up twelve pages, so I feel like that should have a blog post of it's own. That being said, I'll share the Kingswood thing tomorrow, though most of you probably won't even bother to read it. After that, there's the beginning of a really freaky story, which I actually remember writing. Well, not writing, but I remember where I got the inspiration from. And that's the final thing in there, other than notes and doodles I've added within the past few days like a badly drawn Blossom (PPG FTW!) and my Saturday 10th April Dribble Drabble. Here's that story I was talking about. Because it's written in blue ink, I'm going to change the font colour xD

It all started when I sat by the window patiently waiting for the pensioner to come. Suddenly a car pulled up in the drive. A young lady with long, straight hair and blue eyes stepped out of the car. In her hand was a briefcase.

"What's that, Amanda?" said my little sister, Felicity. 


"Well-"


I was interrupted by my older sister, June. "It's just a lady, and in the briefcase it just has forms and stuff."


June was so annoying. She's 13, I'm 10 and Felicity is 4 but turning 5 next week. We're a very musical family. June plays the clarinet. I play the guitar. Felicity can't play an instrument yet but she wants to play the violin. Mum and dad play the piano. We have 2 cats, too. 


Me and my sisters crept downstairs and listened carefully.


"May I go to the toilet, please?" asked the lady politley. We shot upstairs and started pretending to play band. Then when the lady came up she kicked open the door with ropes, cloth and 3 sacks. She had a wicked grin on her face. She tied each of us up in a flash and gaged us. Then she chucked us in each of the bags then she went down the stairs and chucked us out the kitchen door. June fainted and Felicity was kicking and screaming but no-one came to rescue us. I figured anyone that came past wouldn't pay attention; people always avoided things they shouldn't. I was petrified. After a few minutes, I fainted, too. 


When I woke up I was in a rusty metal cage. Two cages sat next to me. It didn't take me long to relise what that lady was. She was a kidnapper! one of side of me through metal bars was Felicity. The other cage was empty. I heard Felicity whimpering. I reached to her through the cage to comfort her. As she calmed down I looked around the room. It was full of cages! A lot of them had children in. BANG! The door flung open. It was the lady. In her hand was June, held tight from the back of the next. She screamed to me, "Amanda!" She sounded surprised to see me. She was chucked into the cage next to me. "Amanda!" she screamed again, tears filling her eyes. "You're next!" she wailed. Suddenly, I felt someone crap me and pull me out of the case. I had been too busy listening to June I hadn't relized a ban has unlocked the case. Something caught my eye as I was dragged away. June was wearing rags and her arms were bright red!


I was pulled through to a room with a 'No Entry' sign on the door. I was so scared. I thought about what June said. "You're next." What did that mean? Inside the room there were rags of all sizes, whips, and even knives. The lady pushed me onto the table and locked me in the 'torture room'. She yelled through the keyhole, "Get changed into the clothes on the table or else you'll be stabbed!" I was close to fainting again. I changed quicker than lightning. She whipped my arms and the back of my legs before talking me back to the cage room, cackling, "Your little princess sister is next." I was horrified - Felicity struggles to get changed because of a problem in her legs! She might not make it!


And then it never got continued. Haha. I was such a freak O_O

On a finishing note, I've been reading through GMH and LGMH, and they are so cute and inspiring. You should definitely check them out. When you're feeling down, they really give you a boost. They're beautiful <3


See you tomorrow, bloggers (:

My Childhood; Part Two

I have no willpower today. I practically forced myself to write today's Dribble Drabble, I still need to update fanfiction, and I can't be bothered to blog. But I'm forcing myself to, or else BEDA (BAEDA, more like, Steph) will be ruined, and so soon, too. I'm going to embarrass myself now with more things from that stupid little notebook. Oh, the joys. You're lucky that I have little dignity. Or else I would not be sharing this with you.

On Wednesday 11th August 2004 (I was such a specific little child, wasn't I?) Serena is going to take me out for lunch at 1 oclockpm. She is taking me down town for lunch on Wednesday (just covered that, lil me). Serena is the best babysitter in the whole world (It's true. She was). She makes brilliant things (She was very artistic). When she babysitted me at [address blocked] we had a great time making things. We have great time together.

So from what I can gather, I didn't reread what I'd written before writing, and I was very specific. I mean ... I'm still padantic NOW ... but not quite as much as I was when I was younger, it would seem xD I also had bad grammar... "babysitted" xD. The next few pages are filled with bad drawings of cats, frogs and rabbits xD
And then...

I was away for a week because I had Tonnsilittes. On Monday I went to school but on tuesday I went to the doctors and the doctor said I had Tonnsilittes and I had to stay off school for the rest of the week. I was sick twise on Tuesday and I Didn't want to go and do the shopping with my nanny, my mummy and sophie. On Wednesday I watched fairly odd parents and spongebob squarepants and

I can't make out what I said here. The handwriting is too scruffy. I suffered from tonsillitus a lot when I was younger; this was nothing new. Apparently, in boredom, I wrote journal entries. Because, just like now, I really had nothing better to do xD On the next page, there's this creepy short story that I can't read very well due to the hundreds of spelling mistakes, but from what I can make out, it's about a girl who can turn into a snake and likes to suck peoples blood. Lovely.

And then... and then... proof that even at the age of seven, I was a Potter fan! Granted, I hadn't read the books at that age, but I was obsessed with the movies! Now, by this point, only the first three movies had come out, and I wrote a factfile. Haha xD

28th November 2004            Harry potter information
1. Harry Potter wears glasses
2. Hermione granger secretly has a timeturner that was given to her by proffeser migonagall
3. Ronald Weasleys rat who actually apears to be peter petegrew is always getting lost
4. Harry potter is in great great danger
5. Hermione Granger loves school
6. Ronald Weasley is terrified of spiders
7. all three of them are best friends

THE END!!!

What I find amusing is that I could spell 'terrified', but not 'appears' xD And I couldn't spell McGonagall because I had never read the books, so I only had the pronounciation to go by. Don't blame my seven year old self xD Then we just have some timestables, and then a story that never got finished...

On November 5th a fire started at Shannon [last name blocked] house, the number and street is [address blocked]. The fire men couldn't stop the fire it was that great. We asked Shannon if she could tell us how the fire started. "I don't know, it's true, I was in my room and my mum shouted FIRE!" said Shannon quite quietly. Later on, the house was smashed into pieces. The Next day We asked Shannons mum is she could tell us how the fire started. "I left the oven on but I didn't mean to!" said Shannon's mum

And then it ended. My younger self had a tendency to start things and never finish them. And to use people I know as characters. This Shannon girl used to be my best friend. We were inseperable ... until we went to Secondary school, where we drifted (but we're still friends). The address I blocked was actually my old school's address, so apparently I wanted Shannon to live at school xD

Let's see ... more timestables, handwriting practises, a game of hangman, noughts and crosses.... ah, Vocabulary Thingy. I'll save that for tomorrow's blog, eh?

Speaking of tomorrow... second episode of Doctor Who, at 6:15PM, BBC1! I'm so excited! Are you? You should be, because Doctor Who is awesome. (:

← I had to live in that for a few days. That's the "spare room" I mentioned. I pressed myself right up against the wall/door, with the handle jabbing my side, to take this picture, and still, you can't see the floor space between the wall and the foot of the bed. Even so, there isn't much of it, so what does it really matter? xD It's tiny, and a deathtrap. I sustained so many injuries in that room; I kept hitting myself and knocking into things xD

Anyway, bye for now (:

My Childhood; Part One.

A blog or two ago, I mentioned that I'm going to make a fool of myself. Well, the time is upon us. When cleaning out my room on Saturday, I found a notebook that I've had for as long as I can remember. I'm going to share with you, bit by bit, it's contents ... because embarrassing myself is so much easier than thinking of blog ideas. Looking through the book, I realised I wrote a hell of a lot as a little kid - none of the stories actually got finished, though, I noticed. I'm going to type it up exactly as it's written so you can see all my grammar mistakes and laugh at my past self. Have fun.

The first few pages consist mainly of handwriting and spelling practises, because I was a little nerd. This is the first creative writing piece, and it's so embarrassing xD I must have been four or five. You'll recognise some of it; it's a nursery rhyme, but I just extended it xD

Pussy cat, pussy cat where have you been?

"I've been to London to visite the qeen."

Pussy cat, pussy cat what did you there?

"I frightend a little mouse under her chair."

Chorus.

pussy cat, pussy cat don't do that.

pussy cat, pussy cat never do that again.

No no no.

Pussy cat, pussy cat what would you do?

"I'd meow to her and bow to her too."

Sadly (and thankfully xD), it ends there. I never got round to fixing it. Like I said, I haven't corrected a single thing ... hence the spelling mistakes in the first stanza. I was such a sad child, wasn't I? xD Over the next few pages, there's just more spelling practises, until we come to this: EDWARD IS a bRAT!, written in green crayon, taking up the entire page, and then crossed through with blue, orange and green crayon. You know the Union Jack? It's got the same style, with the one vertical line, one horizontal and two diagonal. For the record, Edward is my cousin. On the next two pages, in grey crayon, I've written ME AND Sophie Are a Team. Sophie is another cousin; Edward's half-sister. Capitalization really wasn't my strong point, I've noticed.

On the page after that...

Sophie gave

Sophie gave Me a picture.

Edward is was singing Scooby Doo. 

I Was Writing in this book.

Sophie gave Edward a Picture.

Edward ga makes a cup of Tea.

I Watched the really boring Tweenies.

It seems to be a record of about an hour or so one day, and I have no idea why it suddenly switched to present tense on the penultimate line. I was only young, okay? xD

I think I'll leave it at that today; I plan to carry this out for a few days. I think we skip to when I was seven next... 2004, it says. So yes, I would have been seven. Heh. Reading through the next page, I'm going to have to cut some of it out... it has my old address there xD

Before I go, I want to share with you this crappy little icon I made for AmazingPhil. It's really bad; nothing like I had in mind. But it's better than nothing, right? It was inspired a question asked in this video and the still is from a point in the video, too. I'll probably upload it to my twitter later and @mention Phil so he sees it xD

← That's it. Danger!

Now I've officially linkspammed you, I'll leave you for today. Keep blogging, people :3