Insane Genius, Inane Twit

Now to scrape some of that fantastic wit from the walls of my brain and smear it all over this unsuspecting blog!

Yes, my friends, the time has come for Hex to pick up her quill and take you three levels past ecstasy with her fine tuned words that will make your eyes bleed. Roll up! Roll up! Ladies and Gentleman (wouldn't want to be sexist now!) and watch the freak perform.

Ahem, drum roll please.

Cue applause.

Thank you, thank you! You're all too kind. Now, lets get down to it.

Here I am sitting in my bomb site of a room staring at the beast of a PC and writers block is tantilising dancing around the outskirts of my imagination. The bastard.

Now, I imagine this 'writers block' as a person. A very fat person. Who sits on the source of your creative juices therefore disallowing them to spring forth and went your quill with the ink of imagination. (Oh, I do love poetic imagery!)

Yes folks! The journalist has turned poet. How very bohemian of her. Maybe she'll start sitting in abandoned cafe's and writing in crayola. Then again, maybe not. I only enjoy Starbuck's coffee. Seasoned tastes you see. The crayola thing might work though. Maybe a nice green or red though. Or, one to suit every mood. Green for jealousy. Red for anger or passion! Or passionate anger! Blue for sadness! Yellow for melancholy.

You see, when you're a poet you see the dull sides of life. No, I'm wrong. When you're a failing poet you see the dull sides of life, thus you only write about the dull sides of life.

Teardrops fall from my glass eye.
Alas! a monocle I fear.

This is the stuff only I could think of, isn't it. But hey, I enjoy it and it's a far cry from my old poetry.

I slit mi rist
cuz ma mum said
I culdnt av cake.
Boohoo.

Man, there's so much more to life than this. Ho,ho,ho!
I'm cold. I'm sitting here in my snoopy pyjamas and my legs are cold.

See! There I go again the glass is always half empty!

We can't have that! Fill it up! Fill it up so I can drink it all and feel more of an effect than half a glass. If it's half full or half empty, it still has the same alcoholic content and that just won't do at all, sir.

Heavy eyelids. Sure sign that insanity will claim me soon, before insomnia does. Or is that the other way round? I seem to have lost all grasp of coherant thought. Brava! The girl finally dropped her bag of marbles! Watch them roll away into dark, satanic corners, where naturally she will never find them again.

Ah, she took the blow well.

Patrick. Oooh, when were you going to sneak into these crazy thoughts?
Crazylicious. Is it so bad that I want you? Not an ornament, not a friend, not so much a gentleman but a tool.

Trust me, honey. She only wants dick.

Ahh, well. I tried to tell him but Myspace hints just weren't enough! Plus, he has a girlfriend. Can't compete. Or can I? Split, split in two, by me, by you.

Want, want, want. We're always wanting but never getting. Maybe becayse we don't give anymore. I try and give but no body wants. Ha! I wouldn't want from me either.

Heavy eyes, that has to mean something. Oh! Maybe it's a sign that you really want me rather than her and there is no competition because you love me anyway! Sweet, Merry fucking Christmas.

You know what, Johnny Depp's right. We all deserve to die. Some big plague should wipe all us fuckers out and then the human race should start over. We're all bloody corrupt. Sex, Money, Lies, Dirt.

Where's the love, people? Oh! Not only am I bohemian I'm also a hippie! Fab! Just what I always wanted. Happy fucking new year.

Bed? Only if he's coming with me. I can't sleep alone anymore. Crazy, crazy, crazy. Pillow people. How we love alliteration. I have pillow people, pillows that act like people. Well, their bodies. You can't have a decent conversation with one but you can certainly ride it. Well, it's like some people then.

Exhausted. Eyes hurt, back hurts, heart hurts. STOP THE MADNESS!

So I will and bid thee fairwell.

So why don't you slide?

I had the nicest dream about you last night. I was supposed to go out with this guy, but he wasn't very nice, and you offered to drive us. You said something to him and he let us go together and you took me to this restaurant. It got as far as paying some sort of charge but then I woke up. I was so depressed when I woke up. I only want to spend my time with you, as pathetic as that sounds.

In the dream I wore this dress and you told me I looked beautiful and you linked my arms. You were wearing a suit, you looked perfect.

Man, I wish you weren't so far away. I don't even know if you're in Wolverhampton at the moment. All I know is that I miss you. So much. I'm so close to e-mailing you but I know that you don't think we should talk properly until I'm 18. It's just so far away, and what if it's too late. What then?

Man, only idiots fall in love with...people like you. But dammnit I have and I wish you read this blog.

Can You Pretend I'm Amazing?

I love this song so much, I'm gonna share it with you all.

Amazing - Blue October

How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax. I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you
I scratch at your waist line... your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, an escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line baby
Can you pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know

Now our history is for sale
And for that I apoligize
You see you're my only know how
The study of when I believe I belonged to you
You see I've made you into something delicious,
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Great lyrics, Great song. Download it. Now.

I take it all back...

Does exactly what it does on the tin. I'm sorry I was shit with you up til now. There's so much I didn't say, but I think I said enough. I hope I did.

Keep in touch

LOLZ

Herow!





After a productive college mag we came up with this very fetching picture.





OMDZ!

It's Ganfald, Init!

Enjoii.

Kthxbai!

Blogging about other people blogging

I just caught the start of the documentary on Channel 4 about the lady who decided to blog about her sex-life. I would link you but I have better things to do and if you Google 'Girl with a one track mind' then you shall find it there.

It was just interesting to see what other people blog about. It was just something I found amusing, I really have nothing of worth to say about the subject.

Ahem. Moving on.

I am going to Poland on Monday. Can't wait. Me and Rin are gonna sex up the Polish boys (see, there was a point to the start of this post). I guess I'm just restless and need something to do and here I am.

It's odd. There's this guy in the year above me at college and I am fascinated by him. Don't ask me why because I couldn't tell you. The only thing I can think of is he looks vaguely like Gerard Way. But I don't fancy him, no. I just like to look at him. Like an ornament. I don't even know his name. I don't really care, I just think he's pretty. It's very odd. He sat in front of me on the bus and I stared at his head for the whole journey. He has really nice, long black hair. It's a very strange occurence.

My drama teacher lost yet another one of my coursework sheets. AGAIN. Eejit. He lost my other one too and after claiming that he didn't lose things he eventually found it. GIMP.

Anyway,

Am gonna end this here. :)

Having a Blink 182 moment

I miss you and if you ever cared you would be here.

But you're not, so you didn't.

I was just a chore to you, I get that now. Poor little depressed girl, have to do something so she doesn't kill herself. Urgh. I'm alone. I understand that now and I don't want anything more from you. Once I'd left I should've known you would forget as quickly as possible.