Oh, frick... WARNING: THIS BLOG POST HAS NO POINT WHATSOEVER

Yeah, I know, I haven't blogged. So much for blogging regularly. You guys must be so disappointed. It's just, I had problems with Mozilla, and changed to Google Chrome. But all my passwords are on Mozilla, and I don't know half of them. D:

Then I was going to blog from my new blogger app on my phone, but the app doesn't save my posts, so that was a waste of time. And I was being lazy. I mean, come on, do you not know how this works? Alright, I can hear you right now,

"Oh, Alina, you lazy excuse-maker, why don't you excuse your stupid lazy face?!" I know that you're thinking about posting that in my comments. Well, I don't really, because you don't comment. Complain, cause a riot! This is what my blog is about! Being honest and open about emotions and how you feel. Go on, shout. :) Makes you feel better.

This post has no point. But I missed you guys, and I missed blogging. I might bugger off to watch some Scrubs now. BYE!
Love you!
xxx

The King's Speech

Whoa. Went to see that today. Mind = blown. Bloody amazing. If you want to see a movie, watch it. I mean it. I can't even describe its epicosity. Watched that, went to the library and went back home. All in all, a pretty good day. Mind you, I spent a majority of my day sitting next to old people. I sat next to an old lady in King's Speech, and then I sat next to an old lady on the bus. They were both very nice.

I am not going to discuss that further, but I wanted to announce/share with you/tell you that I have five followers. That's freaking awesome guys, thank you. It means a lot to me. It means that you read my stuff, and that you put up with my sometimes quite random posts.

I say this every single post, but I mean it.
I love you guys.
xx

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-badadoo SUBSCRIBE

Oh yes. All you Tobuscus fans will know what that is. If you don't, then YouTube Tobuscus. Hey, wait. I could give you a link. But then, maybe you won't click it. I'll leave it up to you. Don't want links clogging up my blogging, now do you? :P
See what I did there? See it? Do you? Oh never mind.

"Billy was a chemist's son, but now he is no more!
What he thought was H20 was H2SO4!"

Ouch. Just imagine that. You want to take a sip of cooling water, but then you go ahead and drink SULFURIC ACID instead. Dude. That sucks. You might get holes in your esophagus. That would- that would suck. Because it could leak into your body and KILL YOU.

I'm in a bit of strange mood. I should probably sleep now. It would be a good idea, but I'm not sleepy. So, I'll just mull about and read HARRY POTTER again. :)

Can you take the capitilisation? Can you? HMMM?
Oh God, I need to shut up. Love you!
xx

How to burn a bridge, how to make it right

Ugh, Edna is really hating Blogger right now. For those who don't know; Edna is my laptop. I'm not weird. I swear.

So, yeah, I had this whole post ready but first Mozilla crashed, then I typed up half of it, again, but then Blogger didn't save my draft. This is a half-rant. Why a half-rant, you may ask. Well, because even though it bothers me, I am only partially annoyed. And also, it seems impossible to be angry when listening to Alex Day. Strange phenomenon.

The one thing that bothers me most is that I have this great title, and I had a good post to go with it, but I've completely forgotten what it was about. What a pain. Anyhoo, the other bit of my half-rant is that almost all of my teachers have decided to give me craploads of homework. English, Ethics, PSHEE, Maths, History and then Science and Maths revision. D:<

Apparently, my teachers seem intent upon ruining my holidays. And I need to dye my hair, so it looks a little gross right now, and I refuse to leave the house before I've finished at least my essay for English.

Have you ever felt you need to tell someone something, but you don't know if your friendship would be ruined if you did? Random question of the day.

Woot, finished. Check out Tall Dude's blog. Love you, guys!
xx

Cluck cluck

Ugh, the tiny chickens are in my brain and they are breeding. For those who are blissfully unaware of tiny chicken disease, here is an explanation;
Tiny chicken disease is when tiny chickens go into your brain and breed, causing strange symptoms such as sneezing. Some people call it the Common Cold. Those people sure are weird! :)

I haven't posted in a while, and I keep saying that. But, I had dance shows, and whatnot. I was just too tired to get out my creative brain and get to work on a new post. Then I got tiny chicken disease.

But, I found out that I'm a Narrator in the Dracula Rock Show! :D Awesome sauce, eh? Pretty friggin' awesome. All in all, it was a pretty good week. And it's the half-term holidays! :D

My endless love for you, readers, is... well, endless.
xx

Valentine's Day

Number of Valentines: 0
Scale of depression: -10 :)

All in all, a pretty good day. No cards, no upsets. It could be a lot worse. I could've gotten cards from some freaky stalker. I am sure that I have a stalker. Not because I'm that cool, but because I am that weird. I mean, I read a short story called 'Zombicorn' and I'm in a place called Your Pants.
I'm not joking. I'm in Your Pants. You should join me in Your Pants. [Insert roaring laughter here.]

So yeah, I'm weird. And, I really love books and vintage stuff. So, if you've gotten on my bad side (which isn't all too difficult) you can bribe me with a good book.
 But now I can't remember why I started writing the blog post. Someone is sapping on my brain power. I am sure of it. Which is why I'm not watching Glee tonight. I just can't take it tonight.

Please, I am lacking in the comment section. Comment and tell me how your Valentine's was, and how weird you are. I know, I'm actually asking for effort. And I'm asking you to sign up, but blogging is great fun. It's not even a chore anymore. :)

I suuuure do love you guys.
xx

St. Valentine's: Mother of all non-holidays

So, to start with, I need to assure you all that I was the kind of girl who got her hopes up every year around the 14th of February. I am just so sick of waiting, because, let's be frank. What are the odds that my dream guy is just going to appear to hand me a bought card that has some stupid message in declaring his eternal love for me. What are the odds?

So, I have decided to side with the cynics, (Hey-ho, what a surprise. (: ) and say; 'I am just going to accept that Valentine's day is nothing more than a time to buy generic machine-made cards instead of showing real love and appreciation simply by writing them a hand written letter, or by saying "I love you" every day. I accept that some people see it differently." That was a mouthful. Now, if anyone comments to say 'That's what she said,' I will have to give you a special mention.

Apropos, after having told my friends about my blog, they asked (demanded) to be mentioned in said blog. I really ought to make several blogs. But, I barely manage to write a blog post a week. On average.
So, I thought I'd do a little index of my friends with my definitions of them.

The girl who doesn't like change: Livie
That tall dude: Adam
My Alex and Charlie buddy: Amiee (see? I mentioned you. :p )
The 'screw you if you hate me' awesome person: India (you may want to check her blog out. Link is somewhere on the side.)

More to follow.
That tall dude mentioned about Vlogging (a dream for me) and how he'd need a microphone. And I had forgotten that because I was busy worrying about the fact that I have a video camera but no charger. Which could be a wee bit of a problem. I'll have to figure something out.

Wow. I managed to turn a rant into happiness. Not easy, mind.
Laters! Love you guys!
xx