somehow, everything’s gonna fall, right into place.

So I know I said I’d only write a blog once every 2 to 3 days, but I’m stuck at home again today and bored out of my school (school? skull. you can tell I’m bored by wanting to go back to school.) Well anyway, nothing new on the illness front, woke up 3 hours later than I would need to for school so I guess I was allowed the day off. Wandered up the living room, to see a sight of beauty. A 2 litre bottle of Lucozade, Strepsils, Halls, a man size box of tissues, and the fourth seriesof Monty Python. So obviously I sent the illness fairy (my mum) a text to thank her, and you know what she said? “Is your nan still being grumpy? (:”. It turns out the man at the cottage laying the flooring, came in a half past 4 in the morning, to check on the concrete and woke her up. Can’t you just imagine it? “Hello Mr Concrete did you set well? I left your night light on and the door open so you can see the stars” in a slight Mr Bean voice.

Anyways, just gone off the subject again there. Well I spent the morning watching Monty Python and Shrek 2 (but it was scratched so I didn’t see the end ):) and sending sympathy texts. Apart from that nothing major happened, got the Joe Browns catalogue in the post, seen a few things I like but can’t afford, damn me buying a new phone a month before my birthday. Just read a news article saying some children believe crisps are made of plastic and that bacon comes from rabbits, what next? I’ve been on Omegle as well, nice site to talk to randomers on as long as you don’t get the trolls or “ASL?” people. My connection cut out after talking to a guy from Australia about how all men think women are there to look nice and make them sandwiches.

Now I’m sat here being annoyed because I typed this up once in similar wording, didn’t save it and now I’m kicking myself, so I wrote it all out again. I’m hoping tomorrow I can go back to school, and on Saturday it’s my sister’s birthday, meaning they’ll be here hoarding my food and PC so I’m escaping to my boyfriend’s house for a lazy day, which means popcorn, Relentless, District 9 and Skittles.

i would stop time to stay with you, i would stop time so we don’t move.

well came back to this blog simply because i cannot be bothered to create a new account etc. and it’s funny seeing how whiny i was like, 2 years ago ish.

and i’m too ill to think of something funny to say so i’ll just copy and paste what was going to be my introduction speech thing for a new blog. Well I’m sat at home on my own and I’m bored, so I thought I may as well try to make another blog that will inevitably fail.

First day of the month’s a pretty good time to start blogging eh? Well, actually I could’ve started January 1^st and then my OCD wouldn’t play up as much, but I had a life and therefore didn’t blog at the start of 2010. I’m at home because, even after my cancer jabs, tetanus, pneumonia, and hypothermia jabs, they’ve yet to work out how to cure a cold. And the thing is with my colds, I don’t just get the sniffles. I get dizzy, fevers, hell of a headache, sore throat, aching chest, and the list goes on. So I’m sat here on my dad’s chair in the living room, with my phone, duvet, a glass of orange squash and my sister’s netbook, simply because I cannot be bothered to go all the way down my bedroom to sit on an uncomfortable chair when I can just lie here.

Here’s a bit of an interesting fact for you: I don’t actually know where I’m gonna host my blog, I mean I’m currently typing this in Open Office Word Processor (psh, silly Ubuntu). Maybe it would be helpful if I actually said something about who I was? Yeah, good idea brain. Well, I’m Lydia, I’m 14, 15 on March 13^th, I have a younger sister who I don’t actually hate, I know it’s a revolution. I took Art, Music, IT and German for GCSE, I regret taking German though due to the abysmal teacher, and I think I’m gonna fail composition in Music. I have blonde hair, brown eyes and I wear glasses, and whenever I type that I have the weirdest urge to start typing in German. What else have I missed out? I read a lot, go on the computer/xbox a lot, play guitar, drums, bass and piano, not good at any of them though, I have no social life apart from seeing my boyfriend once a week? That’ll do.

To be honest my mum was the reason I started blogging, yes I am that sad. She started writing down everything that happens each day but she gets angry if I call it a diary, besides it’s more like 3 or 4 sentences per day. As you can tell, my blog will obviously be a lot more than that, due to the fact I go completely off the point of whatever I was talking about and onto something else before coming back to my original point. That would explain why I’m slightly obsessed with Russell Howard, he seems to do that a lot. Anyway, this blog will be full of my ramblings and I’ll probably only update it once every 2 to 3 days, otherwise my dad will think I’m plotting against him by the amount I write in these things.Well today is mad, I got up once everyone had gone to work/school/prison, wanted to watch The Dark Knight, but no my DVD is missing and then I find out every single DVD case in our house is empty. So down the back of the sofa I go, and I find Monty Python. Then I realise we’ve lost the remote for the DVD player and sit here dejectedly watching programs about Fat Beauty Contests and cow mutilation whilst complaining in a text.

There’s builders all over the place here, we own the cottage next door to ours now, my aunt died and left it to my mum, so my dad’s decided to gut it and make it a holiday cottage thing. Why that needs my dad’s 3 brother (I should just be glad he hasn’t brought his 9 brothers and sisters along) a plumber, 2 electricians, a man called Derek with his two apprentices, a JCB and a Manitou is completely beyond me. I should feel sorry for my nan though, her cottage is attached to the one- my god I just spelt attached wrong, I swear I must’ve been spelling it wrong all my life then, or this stupid spellchecker’s American. Well anyway, her cottage is attached to the one they’re trying to kill/demolish/whatever, so she spends her time offering them tea and biscuits and making us flan, scones and a cake for no apparent reason.

Oh yeah, I managed to miss out one of the most important things about me, well apart from I can draw a computer keyboard from memory and me and my boyfriend somehow slip into talking like Pokemon/ about them/ whatever this would be classed as: “Lydia used bearhug! It’s super effective!” whilst tackling him. I’m a Coeliac, which means I have Coeliac Disease which means this stupid computer thinks that isn’t a word. Actually, it means we’re basically allergic to wheat, barley, rye and oats, and subsequently any food with those in. That means no doughnuts, no pasta, no bread, no cake, well apart from the “equivalent” made from corn flour. Because when I was younger they didn’t know I was a Coeliac, I was extremely prone to colds, fevers, infections and the like, which then knocked me down further, gave me anaemia, and now I have an abysmal- oh god I’ve had a brain fart what was it called? Self defence system? Ohh yeah, I have a weak immune system. Yay for illness.

I think I’ll shut up now and go watch Scrubs, or Cloverfield, or be a normal boring me and go on The Sims 2. And now I’ve remembered something else I was gonna say dammit. For work experience I’m going to an architect’s and a library, because when I was little I would draw house plans then I got The Sims 2 and I could actually build the house plans and now it’s kinda the only idea I have about what to do after school, apart from photography or a graphic design course.

Now I’m actually signing off before any more of my random thought processes invade what was supposed to be a short and snappy “Hi I’m new here!” blog so people would actually read it.