Emmy-Em

Review There:
http://rocknrollepiphany.blog.co.uk/2009/10/24/the-man-who-can-scare-security-guards-7237504/

Picture Here:

It's only Jonathan fucking Ross!!!

HELLO! I'm going to start blogging regularly again! Woo. Bet you've missed my fucking loads. I am at schoool. I slept two and a half hours last night and I keep bumping into people. However, I'm very awake. I'm strange . It is ELEVEN days till my last Timmy gig. I'm excited about it... but after that it'll allll be over . I'll have Simon Amstell, but yeah. I might take an actual, 3D person *shock*. I wish I had one of those entertaining, interesting blogs. Dream on. Quote of the day: 'I would like to see your practise CVs flying towards me now.... *staring at Em* NOT as a paper airplane.' WHY THE HELL DO WE NEED PRACTISE CVs?! WE HAVE NO QUALIFICATIONS. WHY CAN'T WE DO SOMETHING INTERESTING WITH OUR TIME LIKE TWEET, LISTEN TO PODCASTS OR PLAY SOLITAIRE? (All of which I was doing anyway) I'm going to sleep tonight. Yeah fucking right. I have a school open day tomorrow. I already know I don't like the school but.... I get a day off . I LOVE MY iPOD TOUCH WITH PASSION AND TOTALLY ADMIT I WAS WRONG. Fuck, I'm overdoing capitaaallllssss. I bet you want to shoot me to shut me up now? If you're still reading obviously. So. With that, I shall leave you. I'm sorry for wasting a good minute-ish of your time

I feel ill. Blech.

Ooops. So I fail. At life and blogging. Really sorry. The nonexistant readers. Please forgive me. I love you all. (Cept you)

ANYWAY.
LIFE.

Reasonably better than before?
Yeah.

Did some comedy. Went alright. Yay.

Lost my Rocky Horror virginity. Dressed as a sluttier Magenta. Yay.

Cleared up some of the mess that is my life.

Made some new friends in the process.

So yeah, it's alright. Life.

I'll blog more, honest.

You: Tabom may be the stupidest phrase ever.
Stranger: Alright I don't know you, and you don't know me..let's get down to business and start what we both are really looking to do. Cyber sex.
Stranger: Pick role of man or role of woman.
You: Wizard.
Stranger: Okay so your a man.
You: Or frog.
Stranger: I'll be the woman.
You: I'm NOT a man!!
Stranger: a wizard is a man
You: Not Hermione.
Stranger: shes a witch
You: DAMN
You: Well, a frog.
Stranger: then your a girl now
You: We're both girls?
Stranger: Sure! That is always fun too.
Stranger: We can both take on the role of woman.
You: Not frog?
Stranger: Hmm I'm not sure if I enjoy frog sex.
Stranger: How about we be..
Stranger: Cows?
Stranger: Bulls
Stranger: Gay bulls
You: Nah
Stranger: You're a freak, and I'm reporting you to the police for trying to rape me. Sicko!
You: I'm not into bulls.
You: I'M REPORTING YOU!
Stranger: NO YOU!
You: YOU
Stranger: Hehe I just finished reporting you.
Stranger: TO MY DICK!
You: AHHHHHHH
You: YOU LIAR
Stranger: LOLZ
You: YOU'RE NOT A GIRL
Stranger: !!!
You: *gasp*
Stranger: TROLL
Stranger: iTroll
You: I am actually a FROG
Stranger: Trollalicious
You: I learnt to type
You: Evolution.

Foo Fighters- Times like these
And I admit I have no reason for title other than that it's in my head.

I must write about Download soon. My blog's sort of died due to lack of laptop and finding it hard to write what I mean because my brain's messed up, so sorry, dear non existant readers.

Was epic. Better than that. I'll do more detail and photos later.

I think I now offically have no passport. Do I still exsist? God, I hope so... maybe I don't!? Imagine if I just went *puff* into smoke...

. Not that I'm stressing or anything. I mean, it's not like I'm planning on making a quick getaway after robbing a bank... or y'know, taking a trip to France. But it's a bit worrying how important that little book is, how the fuck did my school LOSE it?!

So, if I never write again, I will have gone puff into smoke. I wouldn't like that much, being smoke would be boring. Nothing to do but drift around all day.... wouldn't even be able to type! I don't like this idea much!

Maybe I'll just have to get a new passport?

I haven't written in a while.
Well, update on my life.
I'm fifteen now. I'm still called Em. I have a sudden addiction to the manga 'Fruits Basket', despite being annoyed about my friend being right...

And I am very very excited about Download festival on Sunday

(Dirty Pretty Things~ Truth Begins.... again )
Relation: Shut up and fucking read, and you'll see!

Now I'm a little confused. Who AM I meant to be? Em? Emily? Emmy? Emily Jane? I don't even know anymore... it feels like there's so many DIFFERENT 'me's. I don't know why, or how it came to be like this...

And I don't even know who I WANT to be. Not too fond of any of them.

God, I'm confusing myself.

Maybe I'll make it simpler and be.... Sue?