I am losing control of my lid.

LID=LIFE.


Revising is hard.
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Look at that I guess.


Sorry for lack of an exciting post today.

I'm not even signing off, I'm off THE RAILS.

I love lamp.

I have passed my driving test, and probably shouldn't have. Thanks Larry.

Larry was my examiner, for all those that weren't in the car with me. Which is everyone...
So, I know it's ages since I've blogged but apparently I have a bit of a following now that my dad (Blog from the barn) gave me a KICK IN RATINGS by talking about how terrified he is of my new found freedom in a big metal box that has the ability to crush me, set me on fire, fling me through glass, break all of my bones, and make me kick the wheel in frustration when I forget on my second day of driving alone which nozzle to stick in the petrol hole thingy. Reassured yet dad?

Anyhoo, it's irrelevant because in the technical sense according to Larry I am a freaking brilliant driver. Zero faults/minors. 0.

Well, I'm at college now, so I can't put any pictures up apart from what I already have on the computer.. So let's see:

I honestly feel so guilty about this. Where did it come from? I must quickly add I'm logged in on my friends. Lies..

Anyhow, not racist. The ladies love it. Congratulations Obama by the way, I guess the theory holds true? WHAMMY.

Can't think of anything else to say.

Laters peeps,

and Happy reading butter balls.

p.s. just found this treasure in my folder of work too. Probably saved for my performance coursework, I titled it "stage manager", but I'm pretty sure this dude has NO IDEA what is going on. Stay classy San Diego

In which I meet Prince Hal at King Lear.

Awkward moment number 70 million..
Should change the blog name to Charlie vs. her awkwardness...

Wooooooooooooow



Last night I stopped a handsome young gentleman and his lovely female companion from going into a bar, and proceeded to make fun of the way he laughs, and then babble about Shakespeare (not my strongest subject) for about ten minutes. This was Tom Hiddleston and Sian Clifford. Though embarrassed, I was told to fulfil my dream by one of my idols, so I guess I can check that off my bucket list... 

I you hadn't realised from the pictures: Hiddleston= Loki from Thor.. So yeah.

Now, if you are a regular reader of my blog, and not Connor Tully, you will have seen my Avengers review, in which I talk about how I think Hiddleston is possibly one of the hottest villains ever. After meeting the very man, I stick by the first, but not second, statement!

Since now, it is very early the next morning from said event, I should probably leave it here, and talk about the amazing Shakespeare piece I met Loki at on my next post.

ALSO, look up 'Sian Clifford', very nice lady, and if Hiddles likes her? I like her.

Happy fan-girling butterballs.

            I was tempted to tell him how sexy his eyes are.Swoon..  

He probably knows though.       

Shoes. Are. My. Guilty. Pleasure.

 My 'Guilty' Pleasures.

1. Food. Well, food shouldn't be on this list as we all have to eat it, so I don't know why this is a guilty pleasure. Actually, it's the actual food that makes me feel guilty. I like eating icing. No, not ice cream. Icing. Not on cupcakes, or sweet treats.. Literal icing on it's own. I know, it's bad, don't judge me...

2. Shoes. Clothes, not a problem.. I can go ages without new clothes, but I seriously love shoes, the more eccentric.. The better.

3. I watch Glee. And Desperate Housewives. DON'T JUDGE ME.

Sorry for the short post.

Happa readang buttah bahls.

Happy reading butter balls.

 They're like Hermes' shoes...

Wicked. No, the musical.

As always, I am going to apologise for being a crappy blogger.

But do I care?

No.

My life has been rather hectic at the moment.. First year of college is coming to a close, Universities are hounding up unwitting party animals and tricking them into getting an education by showing them pictures of people smiling, which in real life almost never really happens. 

I mean, who smiles? AM I RIGHT?!

What the what is going on with my life. Liz Lemon, yeah, you like that?

Recently I went to watch Wicked in the west end. It was pretty freaking awesome. There is something about live performances that really pull you in a film on a screen just never can! The acting, singing dancing and story was amazing, bit of a tearjerker, but extremely fun AND FUNNY. I am capitalising a lot. This is because it in 1am and I am tired. 

Also went to Camden market. I would tell you about it, but I don't want to.

Here is me enjoying Camden, hope it makes you feel bad and want to know my opinion and stuff!

 Yeah right.








Happyreadingbutterballsssssss.

A morbid little passage.

Update on life first of all...

Hello again! I know it has been a while, but exams are finally finished for another year, I have a new favourite band that you should all check out ∆ (Alt-J) they are very good if not a little dark, and I am feeling very mellow and calm.

Perhaps too mellow.

It was never going to happen, and now I know it never will. The understanding is there now.. I was scared, I was always scared. The feelings I had have not returned, and I feel they have been stolen along with your presence. I see you still, in my dreams, through those memories, throughout shattered mirrors and dusty pictures. You thrive and dance in the light. I do the same yet I am stuck. In snippets, I miss you and don't. You are growing and becoming beautiful, I feel my beauty fading, I become wretched and withered while you bloom. The loss is still there and it haunts me. I mourn what was never mine. I cry over an empty dream. I sigh over nothing but air.

I will forget and carry on. I will turn to the sun, and flourish as summer transforms me. But you still walk the ground, and I will not forget you, not when I see love and life around me, and ponder on what might have been.

Welcome the summer, and opportunities, as you never know in the passing days what you will regret.

Understand that this is not about one thing, it's about my feelings about life on the whole at the moment.

Happy reading butterballs.

Exam? more like ex-HAM!

I am freaking out a little bit.


I apologise for the lack of updates recently, I have been trying to revise for my upcoming exams.
'Trying' being the operative word.

However, as I am feeling serious about the idea of being a blogger, at the beginning of June, I will give myself a schedule. Not that anyone cares, or should care.

Because this blog's shit.

BUT THANK YOU RUSSIANS, FOR BEING MY MAIN TARGET AUDIENCE!

Я люблю вас всех, и перейдите змея, это прекрасный день. и пицца вкусные!

Thank you also to google translate, for being the gateway between me and my homey's.

Is homey's spelt like that? Or is it homie's?


Anyhooo, I'm off to study for approximately three days, and then I will cry for a year. I'll be blogging though, tear stained blogs of failure and defeat.

OFF I GO, AT LEAST WITH A VAGUE RECOLLECTION OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE CLEVER. PUT ON SOME GLASSES AND PRETEND TO READ.

Huzzah.

I look a bit like that kid from The Morgana show, the one with a snake that one time?


Happy reading butterballs,

and good luck if any of you have exams... I know if you're anything like me, you'll need it.

Mark Ruffalo ruffles my feathers in AVENGERS

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!swag

Spoilers included, but not too revealing of plot.

 

Yeah, I guess it was pretty good. No, it was really good, but like all ranty teenagers I got a couple of 'constructive critiques' for Mr Whedon.

NUMBER 1: What the heck? How is Nick Fury so good at aiming? HE HAS AN EYE PATCH! Surely there is no perception of distance?

NUMBER 2: Again with the top man, but when he is shooting at that jet, does he not even consider that poor soldiers life? YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD SAMUEL L. JACKSON. I get that he was trying to save Manhattan, but whatever. Chillax dude.

NUMBER 3: Loki is super hot. Not a critique really, but he was yummy. In an evil way of course... Mhmm.

NUMBER 4: Bruce Banner was also very yummy. Okay, lets be honest, all of them were very yummy. But there was something especially nice about seeing Mark Ruffalo lying naked in a pile of rubble that made that movie. And the old man was just hilarious.

NUMBER 5: The sexual tension between Thor and his hammer just gets hotter and hotter.

NUMBER 6: Loki seems to have plenty of chances to cause some havoc, but is lazy and is just like, 'Imma watch my brother fight this random metal man, now him hit a metal plate with his sexy hammer.. Should I run away? No. Is it suspicious why I'm waiting for my brother, instead of running? No.' Don't worry though Loki, I love you and your creepy smile still.

NUMBER 7: Loki's helmet. Haha.

NUMBER 8: Anyone catch that Lord of the Rings reference, when Iron Man calls Hawkeye Legolas? Just me? Okay...

NUMBER 9: If you ever watch the Avengers on DVD, or just watch it on TV, try commentating during the fights with a friend, pretending you're one, and they're the other in the fight.. Especially funny during Loki and Thor's arguments... "GOD you are such a tell tale!" "OUCH, stop hitting me! MUUUUMMY!" Hours of fun.

NUMBER 10: I should probably mention Black widow.      Mentioned.


Overall, very good, very funny and you should all go watch it. :)


HappyAvengingButterballs!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And then there's Jess.

Jessica Andrews is the most beautiful human being in THE WHOLE FREAKING WORLD.
And the entire next post will be dedicated to her.

Angry rant is ranty.

Being okay with things that are not in your control...


 Recently I've been feeling a little down as I have A levels coming up, and just small things biting at me, and I decided to write a little post about it, even though I promised a certain friend of mine I'd do an entire post about her. Don't worry, it's coming.




In life, we all have a series of choices, and me being me have never really paid attention to that. I believe that what happens, happens. This of course is where exams come in, and so reveals the revision dilemma, but I digress...

One thing that has never upset me one single person. I like to think I'm rather laid back, something I did NOT inherit from my parents, my mother for instance going insane this morning over me washing a glass, and my father having the power of being utterly incapable of being around people for more than five minutes without something annoying him. Me and my Smum (Step-mum) like to joke I inherited it from her, as she is most patient person I know!

Not being annoyed by a person is true, yet people annoy me all the time! I hate people who have bad grammar, or cannot spell simple words (I'm a grammar nazi, and to my friends delight call them out on it all the time) I hate queues in supermarkets, and I hate public displays of affection. I dislike racists, sexists, homophobic's and people who judge others. I hate it when girls wear revealing clothing, and when guys let their jeans hang loose. I DETEST bullies, and loathe people who hurt the ones I love. I am very protective, and hear all the time about how my sister is upset at school, because some little punks think they're clever.

I hate that there are rules saying that I can't give them a good talking to.

Overall, these are all small things, and though there are bigger things in life, things that will always be there, you just accept them and move on. Big or small, life is short.

Chill out, take a break every now and then.

Grab a good book and go read by the river.

Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not good enough, but if they do, prove them wrong.

Life is short, and if someone's wasting theirs on hurting you, you should be flattered, they obviously think you're special.

And pity them, they probably have a small brain. Or penis!

Promise my next post won't just be angry ranting,

It'll be mindless fluff about a weirdo called tiger in da room. Warning: This blog is still shit, I'd still recommend not reading it.




I'm still posting regularly though. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.




HAPPY READING BUTTERBALLS!