Rammi.

How are you all? Vox has changed so much since the last time I was here.

I want to properly blog again, without wondering who is reading, or living in fear of offending someone. I don't want close online or offline friends reading my blog. It's not fun when people start quizzing you over your last blog entry.
Bye, rammi.vox.com. :-D It was fun blogging with you. I'll miss the pretty 'I Was A Vox Beta Tester' image. I was so proud of that fact.
I'll keep this post up so people will know where I've gone. If you're in my neighbourhood, I'll add you to my new Vox blog.
See you... Or not. If you want to know where my new blog is, leave a comment.

Snow!

It did! It did! It really snowed! In London! And I was there to see it!
Sorry, I'm just a little excited. And there I was, being jealous because Lele and Caledonia and all those other people in Scotland having snow when I didn't.
The only thing I'm upset about is that the snow came a month too late. If it had come in December, we would've had a white Christmas. Oh well. At lest it snowed. I should be thankful. XD
Sorry the lighting's such bad quality; it was at around 7am in the morning and I haven't had time to edit it in Photoshop yet. I'll upload more photos later.
Gosh, I've turned into a gibbering five year old at the sight of snow. I'm hopeless.
Oh, and we had tons of snowball fights today. The usual.

It turned out horrible. The hairdresser was French and didn't understand a word I said. You'd think I would've walked out then, wouldn't you? But no. I just made some gestures and I thought he understood, by the way he nodded.
As it turns out, he can't even cut my hair straight. It's all wonky now. And I couldn't even get layers, like I wanted in the first place.
Serves me right for going to a £11.95 hairdressing shop.

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. It hasn't been cut in ages, and my hair is the really thick sort that takes ages to dry. Who knows, it might even be something I like, for once. Hairdressers never seem to listen to me. I'll post pics if I like the results. ;-) Btw, I won't go as far as getting a 'Pob', in case you're wondering.

Audio:  Share a great love song.

Runaway

The Corrs

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I dunno. It's a good love song, I guess. I used to listen to it all the time when I was younger, without knowing what any of the lyrics meant.

I really don’t know what I am going to do. I mean, with career choices. We’ve been given a booklet and I’ve got to decide what I’m going to do with my life based on that. English, Maths, Science and ICT are compulsory. I like ICT, but do I really want to do it for the rest of my life? I don’t think so. I hate PE, I’m not talented with Music, I can’t draw to save my life, and I don’t think I want to take Drama, even though my Drama teacher thinks I should. So, that only leaves a few other options. If I want to be a midwife, I’ll have to take Health and Social Care, though, to be honest with you, that’s what my mum wants me to be, and I think it’s her dream, not mine.
I’m so confused right now. Please help.

Sure, most sequels stink, but what movie really needs a sequel?

The Princess Bride. Duh.

I haven't blogged properly in ages. I'm sorry I've abandoned you, Vox. All I can say is that I've been busy. Nothing much has happened with my life over the past month. In short:
I had relatives over for Christmas. The rich ones. They spent £1000 in Louis Vuitton.
A bird crapped on my head in Hyde Park. Apparently, it's supposed to bring luck, but I haven't had any luck so far.
I lost a friend. Or, rather, I told her to get lost.
So, there's my life, in shorthand form. Not very interesting, I know.