I Write Poems For The Sheep, I'm Sure They Enjoy Them.

Happy National Poetry Day!

I wrote a poem today, it's a bit shit:

I Am Very Bothered

I am very bothered when I thinkof the bad things I have done in my life.

Not least that time when i was 6 

we were by the sea, playing in the surf,

laughing with me,

I grasped your hand, swore never to let go

before sinking my teeth deep into your flesh.

O the chilling scream of a wounded boy

your blood slid over your wrist and down my chin.

Sharp little teeth and an evil grin. Scarred.

An everlasting memory.

I’d be lying if i said sorry

as it gave me such delight 

eyes flooded with your plight

and just that once, the only think you could think of...

was me.

You may have noticed that it is based on my favourite poem by Simon Armitage. When I say "based on", i mean copied.

When i was little, this was my favourite poem:

Missing

Has anybody seen my mouse?

I opened his box for half a minute,

Just to make sure he was really in it,

And while I was looking, he jumped outside!

I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried....

I think he's somewhere about the house.

Has anyone seen my mouse?

Uncle John, have you seen my mouse?

Just a small sort of mouse, a dear little brown one,

He came from the country, he wasn't a town one,

So he'll feel all lonely in a London street;

Why, what could he possibly find to eat?

He must be somewhere. I'll ask Aunt Rose:

Have you seen a mouse with a woffelly nose?

He's just got out...

Hasn't anybody seen my mouse? 

Another favourite is this one: 

It pleased my greatly today when i had the opportunity to say to a year 7 "stop doing that or i'll cut your fucking feet off and while you lay there bleeding i'll use your feet... to kick you in the head." I think i might have scared her.

"Pictures Of Last Night Ended Up Online... I'm Screwed"

Birthday = done.

I'm 15 now. That feels quite old. I feel like i should be hanging round in shopping centres with my hood up, spitting at people. I won't... but i could.

I must say, despite everything, this was a very very nice birthday. The nicest for a long time.

My friends were very sweet, buying me starbucks hot chocolate and giving it to me on the bus, making me really pretty birthday cards and giving me a strange yet completely perfect selection of presents. Including: a Jedward poster (which i'm not allowed to put up), DVDs of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and The Lovely Bones, CDs, a book, a LOT of chocolate and cute stationary. And bubbles.

Oh yes... and i got an iPhone. EEK!

I love it. I can never ever get signal... but i still love it.

I had a party on Friday, we ate pizza and played on Wii Just Dance and generally had a good time. I decided this would be the perfect opportunity to play with the camera on my iPhone. I made this, enjoy:





Um... that's it.

Monday

Monday was a bank holiday. It was also raining.

I spent the morning listening to Emma Britton on BBC Somerset. Yeah... that's an interesting
radio show.

I feel that i should also let you know that although people have been making a lot of jokes about it, the people of somerset are taking the tax on cider VERY seriously. It seems it's all anyone wants to talk about and for some reason, they think ringing their local radio station and shouting is going to do anything.

After eating toast and tomato ketchup for lunch (which, and i know it's disgusting, is becoming one of the main parts of my diet), i decided that the whole day cannot be spent listening to a woman who likes to be called "Extra-Large Emma" insulting Easter bonnets made by 8 year old girls. I suggested going to the cinema. I was SHOCKED to discover that in the 6 years my grandparents have been living in this town, they haven't once been to the cinema. Odd. Anyway, i looked and found out which film was on. Yes, just the one film, maybe this is normal? I am embarrassed to admit that i am horribly unaware of how the world works outside of London. Is this normal? Anyway, it was Nanny McPhee. My Grandad refused to go. He's like that.

Shall i tell you what i thought? No? Well i'm going to anyway.

Firstly, the cinema. My grandmother and i both expected the cinema to be dirty, falling apart and full of chavs, much like the rest of the town. But it really wasn't, i'd go as far as saying it's the nicest cinema i've ever been to! It was outstandingly clean, nothing like the cinema near me which probably hasn't been cleaned in the last 4 years. And the seats were really comfy and there was loads of space so i could sit like a normal person rather than a pretzel. AND it was really cheap! only £4.50 for both of us. So, you know... if you're ever in Bridgwater on a rainy bank holiday - Scotts Cinema. It's next to the Bingo place.

Now, the film. I liked it! But, i'm not fussy with films. Every film i watch, i find exciting and fascinating and wonderful. I really should learn to be more cynical. It was fun and light hearted and pretty. There were some very silly childish bits but i think that's what i liked about it - i found them all really funny. So did my Grandmother, she was laughing a lot, possibly the most out of anyone there. She even got a bit tearful at the end. The thing i liked best about it were the animals, they were cute and funny, i've decided that i want a piglet, they're like orangutans, they have adorable wispy bits of hair and lovely smiley faces. and the can climb trees... i think.

Musics

Most mornings i am awake and often out of the house before my dad's alarm goes off, however, this week it's half term so i was still asleep when it went off, i was just a *little* alarmed to discover that it was this:



After a few more hours sleep , i started thinking about one of my favourite scenes from a film, which would be this:



i think that's all i have to say. oh, except that i really like this song now:

http://open.spotify.com/track/7nmArpOotJ431XYlJXI1vy

not something i'd usually listen to but today i took my wee cousin to the cinema (well, he was 11 last week), we were sitting in a rather horrible cafe drinking hot chocolate and talking about life and stuff and that song was playing.

The Magical Cheering-Up Power of Kittens

Ok, well this is a short blog. A very short blog. Possibly even shorter than yesterday's. It's a too-long-for-a-tweet, too-short-for-an-actual-blog blog.

So, who is feeling sad/grumpy/angry thismorning? Yes, i was too. It's generally quite a miserable day.

Anyway, i have something that might cheer you up a little bit.

I bring you...

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Kitten In A Cot.



Awwww! Cute!