let's light candles and dance around the fire

It's Halloween, very dark, and someone silly left me in the house on my own. I've been hiding in my room with the rest of the lights turned off in case some random trick-or-treat kid decides that my house (which is lacking in any orange and black decorations, and has a palm cross next to the door) could possibly be handing out sugar-coated-stuff.

Happy Halloween, people. Don't burn yourselves on those pumpkin lantern thingies.

RIP James & Lily xD (/geek).

My father is beardless!!

Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It haven't updated in ages because I'm laaazy.

My Narnia Calendar tells me that I haven't posted since Tuesday, so I'll give you a rough summary of my week since then.

Wednesday: Went to Huddersfield it wasn't a very pretty town, but the course sounded good and they was overall more free stuff being given away that at York.
Thursday: Actually did some revision. Yes. I know. Be shocked.
Friday-Saturday: Went to a sleepover at Esthers house with all of the truro girls. We watched Peter Pan and Rumour Has It... neither were spectacular but Peter Pan was definitely better; it had pirates in it.

And today, my father is apparently beardless. I haven't actually seen him yet, he woke me up this morning but I didn't open my eyes... I just kind of growled and wriggled further into my bed.

However mum said (with a sad little look on her face) that dad looks less than amazing.

How rude.

Much love,
Lindley of the Katrina Variety xx

And I said in the end you've taken all my money, my friend

Dear Diary:
Mood: Apathetic.
My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs like 'Stab My Heart Because I Love You' and 'Rip Apart My Soul' and of course, 'Stabby Rip Stab Stab'. And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thingy. Like that guy from that band can do. Some days, you know...


...okay, okay enough emo jokes. Hee.

Have realised only have today and thursday to revise, this holiday. Oh bug.

*signs off*

Party time!

I got a new printer/scanner!! Party people, party! ..or don't. Psh. Whatev.

Went to that Uni today. It's called "York St Johns University". So why did I call it Sheffield in my last post? I don't know. Ask my fingers (who typed it)

Trying to keep this short, because the internet has a death wish and all that, but would like you all to know that I have bought Christmas present #1. Woo! :D

I would like you all to know that I don't like Salad Cream but I do like The Fray's song "How to Save a Life".

-Lindley x

rawrrwarrawr.

Today at DofE, we were supposed to be doing a human pyramid (for Photography, which is the skill we're doing). There were three levels - I was on the second one, and it was all going well until Joel (who was our top level) jumped on the top and Tasha (our leader person) got a picture of me screaming. Yay for bad photos.. :/

Speaking of screaming, we were putting the shopping away today and I dropped a big jar of something on my toe. It really hurt :( I screamed.

Going to see Sheffield University tomorrow, due to my uber amazing intelligence!

..ok so maybe I'm going because of John. And maybe my intelligence is all that uber amazing... psh. Small difference.

In other news, am going mit Natasha and probably some other person/people to go see some film on Monday. Hurrah for not knowing anything about anything...

-Lindley

Missed school today due to being dead and stuff...

Morrissey keeps telling me "James Blunt" is rhyming slang...

Today...

Today has been cancelled due to lack of interest.

Oh my no. It's Friday 13th!

So it's Friday 13th - but nothing particularly bad has happened. *phew*

In PSHE we got these cool flexible pens which we hit each other with for the rest of the lesson. And afterwards. Infact, I should've brought it to DofE.

At DofE we were doing Photography, but it took so long before our turn with the camera that we just mucked about for most of the night, including me singing a lot and Helen tickling me (thus causing me to scream bloody murder). Didn't throw anything large or sharp at anyone so I feel very proud of myself.

Am starting work tomorrow. Whoopdedoo.

-Lindley x

...the whole secret hideout thing seems a little slow, a little stagnant, a little stationary.

So today I had to draw myself in art. I was pretty much okay with it until I sort of went to look at what other people had done :P It's weird, in lower school I was always the best in my class at art, but as soon as you're doing GCSE you're with all the other best people and you just don't look as good anymore lol.

The title refers to this - go watch it :P

Just a bit of fun...

You know you want to. lol

Like...whoa.

I'm eating Peanut M&Ms. Be jealous.

The toothfairy has such a weird job.

So today I went to my keyboard lesson and - shock! Horror! I actually did not fail at life the way to which I've now become accustomed. Instead she said I was doing "very well, actually." BRING ON GRADE 2! :P

In other news, was reading Romeo & Juliet (or Romeo and Julio, as I've now renamed it, because it's sounds more awesome) and realised that at the end, it's just a ridiculous bloodbath. I'm not even joking! Romeo is all like "I'll die for you!" and Juliet's like "um.. I'm not dead" - but he can't hear her cause she's like "dead" and isn't actually saying anything....then he kills himself, she wakes up and she's all like "Romeo, you idiot." Well.. She's sort of more like "Oh woe is me!" and she kills herself too (but not after snogging him again - even though he's actually dead.... o.0) then they're both dead (and so's the guy who's been given the unfortunate name of a city in France, even though the story is set in Italy).

Then the whole city weeps for them. And they get these cool statues. So I'm all like -teh jealous-. I so want a statue of myself when I'm dead xDBut somehow I'm doubting that anyone would be able to persuade the whole of Coventry to weep and put up a statue of me when I die. Then again, you never know.

Muahahaa...

Space is the bestest place to be

Space Is Fun.

Welcome to my humble blog

So I was sitting here and I though, "This is ridiculous, why don't I have a blog?". And so, "Falling Through Ceilings" was born. Don't ask why it's called that, if you don't know then you don't need to.

I haven't got a great deal to say, which might end up to be something of a regular occurence, but I will do my best to update with some mildly interesting points now and then. Maybe even one of my lovely rants will be posted, and in that situation I can only advise you to skim read.

So, from me and Marvin (who recently lost his left ear),
Toodles and Tata.
xx