Car Journeys with the family.

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Curently cramped in the back of my Dads car. It’s your average size five seater car I guess. Yet me and my brothers are stuck squished into the back. The babys car seat takes up most of the room then theres me, a close to fully grown teenager and my brother a awkwardly tall and boney pre teen. We are too close for comfort.

Outsides rainy and dreary. The window looks pretty cool.( photo attached is mine) It’s foggy and the rains trickling down. Inside the car is your average drive with my family. A crying two year old. Me and my brother elbowing and shuffleing trying to get comfy. My dad cursing at every other driver on the road but himself and my mam trying to calm the chaos. My brother and I will both find comfort then we will go around a bend and ill be smashed into the door and he will flatten me. Or he will go into the car seat and ill squash him. We just can’t win. Espcially the leg room situation. We both have long legs and there isn’t room for them both in the one side behind the driver seat.

The heat in the cars pretty warm. Thankfully not as stuffy as usual. (Almost at our nans now! Yay getting out of the car soon)

Car journeys with my family are never great. We aruge alot about space and who picks the radio station,Who gets the window seat etc. But I guess it could be worse. I now just listen to music on my earphones (currently ballad of mona lisa.. panic at the disco..woop woop).

Okay here now ….going to continue the post inside.

Currently now in my nans house:)

Glad to be out of the car. My mam is so lucky to get to sit in the passenger seat she has plenty of leg room. Dreading the drive home later…..Ugh.

I havn’t posted in awhile. I’ve been pretty busy with school and stuff. I had blog ideas but I forgot most of them. I should write more down. I love reading other peoples blogs. If anyone is new to this too or could recommend some cool blogs I’d really appreciate it. 🙂 Hope everyones well aha.^-^

Carousel.

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Spinning merrily round and round.
Joyus smiles fill a dreary town.
Kids grin wide flashing,snowy whites.
The time escapes into the exciting night.

Up and down on the carousel poles.
When will it stop nobody knows.
The children keep spinning as the parents cameras flash.
When does this carousel stop?,nobodys thought to ask.

Its been some time now.
The twinkly lights are just too bright.
That melodic tune is becoming overused.
I think it should stop before my eardrums pop.
When will it stop and let the kids off.

We wait some more for the ride to stop.
The horses keep floating without their hooves going clop.
It’s a magic ride, because the kids grins are still stretching wide.
Although the parents eyes are becoming tired.
The youngesters smiles are only getting wider.

This needs to stop.
It has to stop now.
This is becoming creepy.
The childrens giggles, oh wow.

There stuck in a trance.
It still hasn’t stopped.
The other parents now seem to be lost.
They stare on, cameras still flashing.
There eyes staring passed, a sense of what’s going on is what there lacking.

How come I’m not lost in the trance.
I better act quick,before the carousel owners click.
I jump onto the spinning machine.
The lights growing brighter the machine starts to steam.
Its spinning faster and faster, this is wicked and mean.

Im trapped, what now.
My feet seem to be glued.
The machines moving faster and yet I can’t move.
The machine slows down.
I look around.

There isn’t a single sound in the town.
The children hop of.
The parents have dissapeared.
The town is’nt the same now.
It’s darker. It’s weird.

Here you go, a silly,crappy boring poem I wrote just now out of boredom and tiredness. This is my photo.
It’s a pretty pointless poem that makes no sense. This is my  6/7am brain ramblings.

An Acrostic Poem For An Annoying Aries.

Always annoying and loud but there’s the occasions where you make me proud.

Really impatient as heck,sometimes you make me want to break your neck.

Internet hogger , you can be such a bother.

Even when you threaten to stick a knife up my nose, I guess your still an all-right bro.

Shrek is still the brother  I love more,  because sometimes you’re a stanky boar. 

As you can probably tell this is a really crappy poem I wrote for my brother awhile back. I had no ideas at the time so I decided to be a nice..ish sister and write him a poem. I also needed something to put in my English scrapbook :’) 

What Lies In Louis Cole’s Dreads?.

Louis Cole is a British Film-maker and YouTube Video blogger (A vlogger).

He is well known for his magnificent dreadlocks. He started off on YouTube with his channel  ‘FoodForLouis’. He would eat animals and strange unusual things. He has now taken down his videos and now posts on his channel ‘FunForLouis’. Where he encourages viewers to “Peace out, enjoy life and live the adventure”. He travels around the world to many different places all over the world. He video blogs (vlogs) his adventures along the way.

All the places he has been and all the amazing things he as done makes me wonder. What could be caught up in his dreadlocks. He went from living at home with his parents to living in a homeless squat. There he made some great friends and went to live with them all in a rented house. They had a house where they had a room full of plastic balls, a huge ball pit in their house!(Like how awesome would that be). For his twenty first birthday he decided to buy a minibus and drive around Europe with 8 of his good friends. This was the trip that started his love for adventure.

He then went on to buy a double decker school bus. He revamped it with his two friends who where kicked out of their homes.  They named it the Boom Bus. They went on many adventures with this bus. They had a lot of fun and met a lot of new people along the way. They ran projects on the bus to fund it and keep it going. They would have bus parties on the weekends to fund it also. People would come on to the bus and they would have an amazing sounds system and it would be a brilliant party.

Louis’s popularity grew and he began to go on bigger and wilder adventures to other places all around the globe with all the new friends he made. He and his dreadlocks are quite travelled.

He is on a life long  journey to have as many adventures as possible. He is constantly heading somewhere else. He has been to so many places India, Canada, Los Angeles, Japan, Egypt, Uganda, Australia, New Zealand, Kenya, Eastern Europe and all over America. He has been all over the world. He is still travelling all over the world on a daily basis.

The amount of tiny particles and dirt that are possibly collected in his dreads is unlimited. There could be sand from exploring the pyramids in Egypt, paint chips from museums he has went to, dirt from trees he has climbed in many countries, sand and salt-water from the seas and oceans he has swam in.

There is a lot of murky water from the many hot-tubs he has been in.(Louis Loves his hot tub times dearly.) There is most likely Dirt and dust from beautiful places like Japan and New York. Mud and Muck from woodlands and forests he’s explored all over the globe. The amount of things that could be trapped inside his long dreadlocks is fascinating. If only we knew what really lies in the depths of Louis’ dreads. 

Oh and of course this photo isn’t mine, though I’d of love to of taken it myself  (like if I had the chance to meet Louis and take his photo,I would die from fangirling) aha:)

The Joys Of Being Sick!

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Can you sense the sarcasm in the heading?… Well it’s probally pretty obvious that i’m sick.

Lucky me has mangaged to get my asthma again. I always get it this time every year. From about September to like March, I’ll have quite bad asthma on and off. I will have the croup. To me I like to call it the donkey cough.

I call it the donkey cough because when I cough and I sound like a donkey sometimes. Then theres other times where I will cough and I will sound like a barking dog. It hurts alot to cough,which annoys me alot.

I also get, Espcially right now. Is one of things I hate most about being sick…. Blocked noses. Like having a sore throat and a constant cough isn’t bad enough. I have to have a blocked nose along with it. I do feel a lingering need to sneeze a lot and it feels like the tip of my nose is being weighed down with led or something. I hate blocked noses with a passion. The constant stuffyness and sniffleing makes me feel like I’m trapped ,working in a bittery cold santas workshop.

Despite having a blocked nose. I don’t see how but I always manage to get the oppsite too. A runny nose. Like how come being sicks so unfair and disgusting. Nobody asks to be sick. Why do we have to be cursed to dribble boogers from our nose, while having to tightly grip or conceal a roll of tissue close by. Along with all the other crappy symptoms we get

I seem to be loosing my voice also. So I don’t think I just have the croup. I probaly have a cold or flu along with it. My voice sounds croak and limp. I’m like a croaking frog or a very old man with a hella deep voice. My voice cuts on and off. I can’t raise my voice at all or try go up in pitch because I just go entirely mute. Although my familys probally glad of it. They have a break from my blabbering mouth for awhile… sort of.

I really dislike being sick. The chesty cough. The switchboard nose symptoms. The vanishing voice. The lingering sneeze. Amongst alot of other symptoms are a pain….. Oh and  then theres the neverending complaining when I’m sick.

I complain alot. I moan a lot. I whinge a lot. I am the biggest baby when I’m sick. ( also when I’m not sick but moreso if I am) I constantly use my friends,mother and google as my doctors. I make sure to update and irritate as much as I can. What else can I do. I Just want to feel better aha. So yeah thats a rant about my curret sickness that’s being a total pain in my ass.

I already missed two days of school, last week being sick. I did miss alot. I don’t want to miss school as odd as that may sound. Hoping I am miraculously better by morning and I can go in.

There was probaly alot of too much information given. Awell…. I hope everyone else is having a nice day or night. If your sick I hope you get well soon.  ^-^ x

Reuse.

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Amongst my blogs you will probally notice something. I tend to reuse stuff alot.

When I say this you probally think something like “oh she’s one of those enviromental lovers.” Nope. I don’t mean it like that.

I reuse alot of my posts. I could post something I wrote for an english class one day, or I could make up a poem on the spot or I could just rant whatevers on my mind. (Like right now).

I will also tend to reuse stuff and ideas I have read and heard somewere before. I will most likely use some creative writing prompts from pinterest or somewere else on the interweb.

I could use concepts I have taken from other blogs,posts or conversations I’ve had and make them my own.

So in that way I reuse alot. I reuse old idea and make them into something new or just keep them as they are.

In saying all that don’t get the idea in your head that I hate the enviroment,  cause I don’t. I try and reuse and help the enviroment to aha.

Blogging Noob.

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I’m an incredible blogging noob. Like I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m randomly clicking onto blogs and following them I think. I’m not even sure if iv’e followed the ones I’ve liked a lot.

Like my photo I feel like a jellyfish lost in an aquarium. When in reality this is all a lot bigger than an aquarium. It like a huge ocean. There so many amazing blogs. It’s kind of scary how relate able they are. This is why I like the internet so much. You can always find someone to relate to. Blogging seems cool so far but it is pretty scary. I have noticed a lot of people have anonymous blogs. I probably should of done that. Maybe I will. Guess I’ll see what happens.

So yeah, I am a noob. I do realise that. I need to get the hang of wordpress and its works.

Oh and also all the photos I have posted so far have been my own. I am going to try use my own photos as much as I can. When its not mine I’ll try my best to give credit or let it be known it isn’t my photo.