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O HAI.
I be the one they call meowmix. I have a fondness for drawing whiskers on my face, and I now havered barbie-slag-blonde normal blonde hair. Yay!
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O HAI.
I be the one they call meowmix. I have a fondness for drawing whiskers on my face, and I now have
Living in Paris. Save me.
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» School Projects
Hyman travel award
A couple of years ago when I was back in sixth form, my school offered two travel bursaries allowing small groups of teenagers to go anywhere in the world provided they submitted an anonymous proposal to be reviewed by the committee in charge of the money. The bursary was a prize of £500 for each person, but the catch was it had to be related to the subjects you were taking for A Levels. So, educational.
We were told of this wondrous prize back in November, but being lazy sixth formers we forgot about it until the day before the deadline - February. Suddenly spurred on by the news that our bitter rival Laura (the bitch) was submitting a proposal to somewhere like Rome, we thought we'd go one better.
Cue a mad evening trying to plan itineraries, suggest sample flight costs and budget proposals, us four girls managed to clobber together a wordy project that miraculously combined some of our studies: French, English, Media, Psychology, Photography etc... (our school/sixth form was a bit crap, obviously).
So, we handed it in all slap-dash and tried not to think about Laura winning the money. Commemmoration Evening (think Founders Day/Prizegiving) arrives and we eagerly await the announcement of the Hyman (fnar fnar) travel bursary. Never thinking we'd be in with a chance, considering as Laura had started her proposal the very day it was suggested, I can remember having the biggest, most ridiculous smile on my face as the headmaster read out the winning destination: New York...
So, 6 months later, when one of us was 18, off we went. We had flights, accommodation and spending money courtesy of Mr Hyman. Our amazingly convincing proposal allowed us to take helicopter rides, visit Macy's, ascend the Empire State building at night and just generally play in New York City at the age of 17.
All thanks to some pretty pictures, my use of the words 'gastronomical delights' and plenty of glitter. And Laura hasn't spoken to me since. Score.
(Thu 13th Aug 2009, 22:14, More)
Hyman travel award
A couple of years ago when I was back in sixth form, my school offered two travel bursaries allowing small groups of teenagers to go anywhere in the world provided they submitted an anonymous proposal to be reviewed by the committee in charge of the money. The bursary was a prize of £500 for each person, but the catch was it had to be related to the subjects you were taking for A Levels. So, educational.
We were told of this wondrous prize back in November, but being lazy sixth formers we forgot about it until the day before the deadline - February. Suddenly spurred on by the news that our bitter rival Laura (the bitch) was submitting a proposal to somewhere like Rome, we thought we'd go one better.
Cue a mad evening trying to plan itineraries, suggest sample flight costs and budget proposals, us four girls managed to clobber together a wordy project that miraculously combined some of our studies: French, English, Media, Psychology, Photography etc... (our school/sixth form was a bit crap, obviously).
So, we handed it in all slap-dash and tried not to think about Laura winning the money. Commemmoration Evening (think Founders Day/Prizegiving) arrives and we eagerly await the announcement of the Hyman (fnar fnar) travel bursary. Never thinking we'd be in with a chance, considering as Laura had started her proposal the very day it was suggested, I can remember having the biggest, most ridiculous smile on my face as the headmaster read out the winning destination: New York...
So, 6 months later, when one of us was 18, off we went. We had flights, accommodation and spending money courtesy of Mr Hyman. Our amazingly convincing proposal allowed us to take helicopter rides, visit Macy's, ascend the Empire State building at night and just generally play in New York City at the age of 17.
All thanks to some pretty pictures, my use of the words 'gastronomical delights' and plenty of glitter. And Laura hasn't spoken to me since. Score.
(Thu 13th Aug 2009, 22:14, More)
» Nightclubs
Slightly morbid
So, my first shift at my old job at a well-known club/gig-venue in King's Cross and was being given a guided tour around the venue...
"Red stairs...sound booth...balcony bar...place where that guy got shot..."
Cue double-take.
When I asked one of my colleagues later, he replied, "Thats why we don't have garage nights anymore..."
I worked there for 6 months, and loved it despite the crazy hours and the episode where some girl shat herself...
(Sun 12th Apr 2009, 19:06, More)
Slightly morbid
So, my first shift at my old job at a well-known club/gig-venue in King's Cross and was being given a guided tour around the venue...
"Red stairs...sound booth...balcony bar...place where that guy got shot..."
Cue double-take.
When I asked one of my colleagues later, he replied, "Thats why we don't have garage nights anymore..."
I worked there for 6 months, and loved it despite the crazy hours and the episode where some girl shat herself...
(Sun 12th Apr 2009, 19:06, More)
» Tramps
Mile End crying bum
Outside Budgens (I see a pattern emerging here) there used to be the infamous "Mile End Crying Bum". He looked pretty young, although it was hard to tell under all those levels of grime - maybe he'd been kicked out of my uni and been driven to snivelling on the streets.
He'd kneel by the doors until Budgens closed - you'd never see him at night on your way to the tube station - and cry. Cry, wail, shriek, snivel etc but never say a word; he would just extend his grubby hand in your general direction. As naive Freshers new in London, people would often take pity on him and drop him some change - until you saw him striding purposefully down Mile End, no crying, no limping, and obviously with money. Crafty bugger. There used to be a Facebook group - "I'll give you something to cry about, Mile End Crying Bum" - but I can't find it.
Also, there used to be another tramp who used to lurk ominously in the arched doors on the weird church near Budgens. I don't think he and Mile End Crying Bum got on very well. However, on the plus side, he looked like Seasick Steve.
(Fri 3rd Jul 2009, 11:16, More)
Mile End crying bum
Outside Budgens (I see a pattern emerging here) there used to be the infamous "Mile End Crying Bum". He looked pretty young, although it was hard to tell under all those levels of grime - maybe he'd been kicked out of my uni and been driven to snivelling on the streets.
He'd kneel by the doors until Budgens closed - you'd never see him at night on your way to the tube station - and cry. Cry, wail, shriek, snivel etc but never say a word; he would just extend his grubby hand in your general direction. As naive Freshers new in London, people would often take pity on him and drop him some change - until you saw him striding purposefully down Mile End, no crying, no limping, and obviously with money. Crafty bugger. There used to be a Facebook group - "I'll give you something to cry about, Mile End Crying Bum" - but I can't find it.
Also, there used to be another tramp who used to lurk ominously in the arched doors on the weird church near Budgens. I don't think he and Mile End Crying Bum got on very well. However, on the plus side, he looked like Seasick Steve.
(Fri 3rd Jul 2009, 11:16, More)
» Annoying words and phrases
Before this week finishes
1: Double negatives. Particularly "I never did nuffink..."
2. "You wasn't" as in "you wasn't there"...It's WEREN'T.
3. "I done that last week..." No, you DID that. 'Done' is not the right partiple here, now please die.
They're, their, there and you're, your etc... I try to resist the urge to get all grammar nazi on people but there's times when I just want to go on a murderous rampage with a rusty spoon.
(Thu 15th Apr 2010, 12:13, More)
Before this week finishes
1: Double negatives. Particularly "I never did nuffink..."
2. "You wasn't" as in "you wasn't there"...It's WEREN'T.
3. "I done that last week..." No, you DID that. 'Done' is not the right partiple here, now please die.
They're, their, there and you're, your etc... I try to resist the urge to get all grammar nazi on people but there's times when I just want to go on a murderous rampage with a rusty spoon.
(Thu 15th Apr 2010, 12:13, More)