As much as I love Gaga, what the HELL is this?!

She looks like a goddamned victorian lampshade. NO, GAGA, NO.

So anyway, Gaga aside. Have you ever noticed how there are some people out there that could screeeeeaaaammmmm their utter heads off at you and be really scary, yet it has no effect on you whatsoever? Other than the obvious 'pfft, what a pile of cow shit' of course. Well, there are some people who could give you a look that makes your insides twist and contort before ripping themselves to shreds? It's not even a look of 'you fucking dumbshit' more a look of 'weeelll... I sorta disagree...' Now, I shan't mention any names, nor will I go into it further because it's a long story without a point xD

Mr Sandman,
Bring me a dream,
Make him the cutest,
That I've ever seen...

That is one GOOD song.

You know what's been on my mind for a while? When I was in reception, we had a competition once. We were given a bag of rectangles of paper cut from magazines and some of those split pin thingies, and we were told to make the longest chain we could using the rectangles and the split pins. At the end of it, each of us were given a smiley-face sticker. At break time... erm... this bit of the memory is missing... onto the next bit. Now. There was this girl whose name I don't remember. She came up to me and *scene missing*. Then she peeled my smiley-face sticker off my cardie, stuck it onto hers and pomposly walked off.

In primary school, I was that strange little kid everyone has in their class. One of my front teeth were missing, my hair, which started off in pigtails, was all over the place by the end of the day, my uniform covered in stains and my shoes covered with mud... all that was missing was the monobrow. I could'a been a cavegirl. This girl [who I thought looked like a pig] was the most immaculate, cute little child ever. She had a neatly cut bob, rosy cheeks, all her teeth still intact etc etc... so, when I go up to a teacher and complain that my sticker was stolen, who do they believe? Immaculate little angel [or pig in a wig], or cavegirl? No-one believed me. Oh, life is hard.

On the other hand, my teacher gave me some tinsel later that day, I guess that makes up for it ^_^ It's all good. Meh. I'm not sure why I'm saying this. Makes a better blog than the rubbish I usually post though.. I think?

Meh. Night y'alls
xXx

Oh, le heavens. If I ever get my hands on those bloody cold germs...

... I'll wrap my fingers around their er.. cell body, then squeeze as hard as I can until they die of oxygen starvation.

My cold has been there for a good two months.

You little bastard.

I've come to the conclusion that despite all our fabulous scientific advances and modern human ways, the human race is getting more and more stupid. The lack of winnings on The Weakest Link is quite a good indication. Plus the fact that I first spelt 'weakest' as 'weekest'. What the hell is 'weekest!? xD

I don't know how to describe it really, it just seems like the world is getting dimmer and dimmer. For example. Cycling home from college today. I cycle down a path. Not a narrow one or anything, just a regular path. A girl was walking along on this path. I asked her to kindly move, she didn't hear me as her headphones were in. So I thought, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuurck this, I'll cycle on the grass. She shrieked, and moved TOWARDS me. TOWARDS. What the HELL. Dumbshit.

Ah, I'm feeling lazy. Cannot be bothered to write any more. Oh, except that my sister has a word for 'sugarcube'. Chingan. Chingan chingan chingan chingan chingan chingan. Wonderful word xD

Meh. Good evening fellow blogger xD

xXx

Back pain. A woman's worst nightmare... well, except wrinkles. Apparently.

I did some research on back pain. Apparently all your weight rests on two joints in your back, sitting isn't a natural position, bedrest makes it worse, 80% of people get it at some point in their life and mattreses have to be firm O_o

If and when I get into medicine, I'm going to pick something back pain or joint pain related as a student selected component. My doctor has about 10 models of skeletal parts in his room thing. I want a skeleton. A REAL one :O

My mum thinks I'm crazy, she seriously does. Here's how the converation went:

Neda: *whilst looking at a photo* I don't like my chin...

Mum: Why, what's wrong with it?

Neda: Well... I don't really have much of a chin...

Mum: What?

Neda: It's not... there really. It's more of a....... I dunno, some people have a double chin, I just have a no-chin

Mum: *weird look*

Neda: What's that look for?

Mum: You need therapy.

Neda: Why?

Mum: Because if it was up to you you'd go to a surgeon and ask them to replace your face with playdough. You have problems.

Gee, thanks mum.

You know what I find scary? The thought that if a tooth falls out, I'll never have a real tooth again. It's been there since birth, but suddenly it's gone forever. My mum chipped her tooth once and she went to the dentist and had veneers put in to fix the weird gap-toothed thing that was going on. If it was me, I'd be bothered by it. A lot.

Cheryl Cole has veneers. Her teeth before were frickin weird o_o

I now feel that I have proof that with a nice bit of cosmetic dentistry, a load of hair dye, some false eyelashes and a bucketful of makeup, anyone could look good. Heck, I want to be a plastic surgeon! =D

Lady Gaga is fabulous. Not as fabulous as Naomi Campbell of course, no-one could be as fabulous as Naomi Campbell. Not even Diana Ross. But fabulous all the same. I mean seriously, what in God's name is THIS?!

I thought she was naked underneath at first until I noticed she has no genitals. Meaning she's probably wearing a beige leotard underneath. And that her fishnets finish at the knicker line. Well, unless she really doesn't have genitals and her fishnets are either tattooed on or they're a genetic defect... which I somehow doubt. I'm going to get her album. You just can't have someone THAT weird in the music industry and not get her album. A physical copy though, not a download. Pffft the whole point in music is the CDs.

Ah I dunno, my back is killing me. I'm off.