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    10 Juni

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    Noooooooooooooo! I can't take it any more *sob sob* revision is killing me which is why I'm awake at 1.25am with my brain dribbling out of my ears. It's a good look, I'd recommend it any time.
     
    Heeeeeeeelp! I really really don't want to do this!! Why why why AHHHHHHHHHhhh slofieorir,yrtopreia;.reor I CAN'T DO THIS.
     
    Well I could stop, and sleep as I'm dying to do, but then I'd fail and my life (at least my 'plan' for next year) will be ruined.
     
    Ah i've got a text. It's YOU.
     
    No no no noooooooooo I'm AWAKE!! CALL ME!!! I've no credit to call you because I haven't left the house today. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
     
    ENd. RaNT.
     
    Wait. I've got the exact same text again. What's the use of two? I need to go back in time and choose another concentration. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh
     
    Is there a bridge about? Preferably one over water. Clean flowing water. Not in this city at least. DAMN DO I HAVE TO GO TO ICELAND TO KILL MYSELF IN PEACE???????????????????????????
     
    WHy are you doing weights? You should be making cake. For me. ME. ME MEMEMEMEMEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
     
    I don't feel so good.
     
    19 Februar

    unfortunately not dead

    So seeing as I'm still alive I may as well update what I've been up to, besides being attacked by sword wielding rats.
     
    Hmm, let's see, well I turned 20 (yay!) failed my driving test (double yay!), began second year at uni (isn't life great?) and I'm pretty sure I failed all my exams. Lucky me.
     
    I was also coerced into creating a myspace account, but don't expect it to ever be updated. Ever. Here's the link anyway:
    (who cares in the slightest?)
     
    I may also have created a facebook account. And Bebo ... and Wayn ... and Hi5 and OkCupid and and and ...
    but I don't visit them anyway (something to do with mislaid passwords)
     
    I suppose you'll be hearing from me in another year. Over and out!
     
    The builders did a great job by the way. I'm sure everything is MEANT to fall apart ... right?
     
    07 Februar

    the exciting events of miss verity


    *pokes head slowly around corner, and takes it back*

    *carefully peers around corner again ... head withdrawn much faster this time*

    *repeats this until looks like is creating new dance moves*

    So, now I know that it's QUITE safe, I can tell my story, while i have the chance ...
    I've just dug myself out of my own grave. Darn, I gave it away, I meant to break it gently.
    Anyway, a while back ... the very day I wrote my last entry in fact ... months ago now (ignore the one before this) There I was, in the middle of eating a pasta salad, sitting on a green hill- when the buildings started getting taller around me -but no - i was sliding down the hill- but NO- I was being pulled down by the toe. I looked down - an army, an ARMY of swording wielding giant rats.
     
    The were chanting about cheese offences and how justice had to be done. After being thrown in the back of a milk float (finances must have been low), driven an unknown distance (i was distracted, the rats were riverdancing for me all the way) then thrown into a box in the ground, and shut in. I could hear the sound of earth being thrown on (or the stuff that's in beanbags, does it matter?).

    Then I was alone. Well not alone - I had a fork (is that fair? I don't even get a spoon) and also a #DELETED WORD# which is NOT going to be mentioned again by the way, and i had to dig myself out with my elbows (i might have broken a nail) with the help of some worms (well ... they tried) who told me the secrets of making perfect eggnog (I still don't know what it is though) and i'd like to take this opportunity to thank them so thank you Gwormies (that's what they call themselves) I owe you one. Or three. Or two and three quarters, to get technical ... yeah, i didn't mean to squish you like that. Sorry.
    *tummy rumbles* sorry! Hungry!! It's been a while you see! ANd even if the beetles had offered to sacrifice themselves, I couldn't have brought myself to eat their sweet smiles ...
    And then I was free! Seeing that I was in the middle of somewhere, it took a while to trudge homeward. Trust me (or don't) it wasn't easy. Especially when I realised that I'd gone 34 miles in the wrong direction, towards the centre of the earth (well it gets confusing after being underground so long! Besides I'd gotten used to it, so it was comforting). But then - to my luck - I found a rollerskate! (yes, just one) So after that, I was here in no time. It was quite an amazing display of balance if I do say so myself. But you never know, my ordeal may not be over ...
    18 Dezember

    Will wonders never cease????????????? Apparantly not

    OH MY GOSH!!! I can't believe it FINALLY let me sign in ... it's been practically a year!! Stupid MSN BETA AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'd given up trying!!
     
    Ok I'll be back spouting random rubbish (as usual!!!!) but first I gotta visit the chippie shop as the builders are busy wrecking my kitchen so I can't have my usual healthy meal of frozen pizza to aid me with my revision.
    Peace out
     
    (The computer's going to crash again isn't it ...)
    19 März

    My voice will haunt your teacup

    I decided to philosophise about life; or rather philosophise about philosophising. Then I changed my mind. This happens a lot.
     
    I had written a very socially aware blog but I really wanted to add pictures to it, and seeing as this clever space doesn't allow me to, you're stuck with this. You're probably well out of it, wasn't the most engaging piece of writing. Not that this is, but why are you reading it then? I have noticed something though. Excuse me while I pretend to remember what it is but in truth examine the shine on my nails. Oh hello, there you are!
     
    Oops I nearly fell on my printer (actually it's a printer/scanner/photocopier so there) and that would have been bad. I did drop something on it though, and I'm not telling you what.
     
    If only food was knowledge, then I'd be able to eat lots and not study. Hey! I do that anyway so it's fine. Or not ... seeing as it would lead to failure ...
    (*sits in a corner and acts moody*)
    (*evil stares-evil stares*).
    Nothing new then.
     
    So hows life? Suspiciously like living, you know.
     
    (...some hours later)
     
    I'm back. Just watched '28 Days Later' to see my bee-yoo-tiful city.  Isn't it funny how you never find the remote control when you want to, and when you do, the buttons don't work. Oh, it's not the same with you? I must simply be lucky.
     
    I've decided I like the song 'Nature's Law' (Embrace) not that you care, it's a thought that flitted through my head.
     
    Bleach. Nothing in particular, I just saw an ad about it.
     
    Watch out for chickens.
     
    Over and out.
     
    Ms Hazel Witch
    15 Februar

    *nudge, nudge, wink, wink

    I AM IN LOVE ...
     
     
     
     
     
    with KRISPY KREME donuts
     
     
     
     
     
     
    If you haven't tried them you haven't lived!!
     
    Trust me (!?) they're all you could wish for:
     
                ...teeth sticking together
     
                         ...and icing sugar on my lips -
     
    what more does a girl need?
    09 Februar

    a note not to quote

    Maybe I should say something besides jokes and drippy poetry.
     
    Well, I haven't felt suicidal for a while.
     
    I wondered what I looked like upside down, so I thought I'd tilt my head in the mirror. Try it. Didn't work.
     
    Anyone in a bad mood? Apparantly I have a skill for getting people out of them. If only I hadn't been the one to put them there in the first place.
     
    I'm so distracted, I was putting on my socks, and thought something looked strange. I'd put on white pop socks. On top of mid length black socks. On top of knee high stripy pink socks (my favourite).
     
    Another thing, I'm probably making myself slightly hearing impaired, can't hear the other voice in my head anymore.  
     
    Do you know what I hate? Threatening forwards. You know the kind, they end with "if you don't forward this to 200 million people you will mutate into a miniture version of King Kong (without fingers).
     
    Also the 'what do you think of me' ones that i get from people i hardly know.  Yeah maybe I shouldn't have painted my e-mail address on the wall in that dark alleyway. Hey, I was in a gang then. The 'we abuse lipstick, toy barbies and pillows' gang. The secrets of my past.
    24 Januar

    I lay it on the table for you to stab

    Trees in Technicolour

     

    Stepping carefully


    I don't mind if I fall though, because I remember;


    I know you'll laugh with me.


    Winding ribbons round my mind with your fingers


    And some part of me let's free each smile


    I have stories I don't say, but you know they are there


    Do I want to share my wings with you


    Or would I rather you took them completely


    How can I stop you going if you were never here


    Don't be sorry, I already am.


    You don't need to speak to me, I won't speak to you


    I just want to pass you in the the street sometimes-


    But as long as you are somewhere in the world, I'm fine.

     

     

    Ms Hazel Witch - 2006

    18 Januar

    for your consideration




    That's it!
     
    I can't stand emotional twittery for any length of time.
    What exactly am I doing here?? Certainly not studying which I should be.
    Interesting thing happened today. Just not to me.
    Nearly crashed though. About ten times. Nothing new then.
     
    I'm not going to get women driver jokes now am I???
     
    Well here's for you then:
     
     
    It's all in the punctuation!!!!!!!!!!!!:

    An English professor wrote the words, "Woman without her man is nothing" on the blackboard and directed his students to punctuate it correctly.

    The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing."

    The women wrote: "Woman: Without her, man is nothing."



    15 Januar

    I want ice cream cake

     




     
                                                   
     
     
     
    It appears I'm only taken seriously if I add jokes. Lovely. General bad temper doesn't please anyone I guess. The thing is, when I'm most depressed I make the most jokes. How ironic.
     
     
    I laugh to remind myself how low I really feel. I get an insane pleasure from feeling miserable.
     
     
    Wait, could I be wrong?? Does laughing actually make me feel better? Oh, the horrors.
     
     
    Hey, if I was really suicidal, would I be here, as opposed to a nice bridge? Although knowing my contrary nature (which you don't)  I'd probably change my mind at the last moment. Hmm, maybe I should learn how to swim?
     




    05 Januar

    WANTED: A Title!

    When I'm depressed I eat. 
    When I'm depressed I walk around and round in all types of weather, going nowhere.


    Nice balance. Or not ...
     
    This seems to think it's depressing:


     
     
    • Light follows the shadows
      Isn't that what they say?
      Don't they?
      Did I think of that myself?
      I'm trying to work out what it means...
      So when there's sadness - just wait - happiness will come?
      Or can there only be true happiness after sorrow?
      So what do smiles mean then?
      Do they mean you care and someone is there
      Or do they invite tears?
      Is there really no hope in dreams and no meaning in the stars?
      Hope exists and is always somewhere
      On and on and on
      The stars don't speak to me.

       
    Ms Hazel Witch - 2005
     

    Okay that's one of the worst pieces I've written, and trust me that is saying something! But it goes with the pic!
    Hey, I know it's all low key and sunny, but if I wrote what I'm really thinking I'd get arrested.

    BUT  I haven't named it soooooo any ideas???

    17 Dezember

    YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT, SO PLEASE SHUT UP.

    Is it just me or are boys (most of them are still boys)
    UNBELIEVABLY  CLUELESS??!!
     
     
    "The quickest way to a man's heart is through his chest."
     
    I'M ONE OF THOSE BAD THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE.
    09 Dezember

    What do you see?

     
     
     
    So where are those artists who'll criticise my scribbles???
     
     
     
    Look at pictures then!
     
     
     
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    Lonely day.
     
     
     
     
                   ........................................            .......................................
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    (p.s listening to Nirvana)
     
    (also hope acCount D is feeling better!)
    ............................(i.e John)
    04 Dezember

    I present ...

    Okay, here's something to see.
     
    A friend told me to express myself. Although they aren't talking to me at the moment ... long story, my fault. 
     Dear me, you can tell I'm an amateur can't you. Hee hee she dares to ask.
    11 Oktober

    Does anyone know what I'm on about? Cos I don't.

    Mine eyes are falling out my head and my head if falling off my shoulders.  Also, all my web pages font seems to have shrunk!!! HELP!  Not that I expect any help, didn't get any when i asked before about the joke.  Goodness me I couldn't find the crying emoticon, or even the sad one.  Do they (whoever they are) think by hiding them we'll forget to be sad? Hmmm?
     
     
     
     
    And this does NOT mean I'm a colourful person.  It means I'm bored and annoying.
     
     
     
    Why is the sky blue.  You know I could actually tell you, but I'll just say because if it was green, we'd feel ill without having to travel.   Not a pretty sight.
     
     
     
     
    Don't blame me for this sanity,  it's just gone midnight.  The witching hour you know.
     
     
     
     
    03 Oktober

    About time no?

    I would like to thank Dragonboy for leaving that comment, which is a joke I don't get. (HELP PLEASE!)
     
    I would also like to hit John over the head for not commenting when I've given a million and one comments.  Oh dear, that makes me sound desperate doesn't it?  You're forgiven Blondie.
     
    Muchas Gracious Paul for the choc.  I didn't hit my head on the glass while flying. Really.  You just imagined someone saying ouch.
     
    And Bianca.  Give my hair styler back or you will SUFFER!!   And don't remove the batteries.
     
    What's black and white and grey and red and blue and pink and violet and indigo and fushia and pink and scarlet and green and teal and raven and ...
     
    What was the question?
     
     
    I should say something that happened today.  My toes froze?  My clothes froze?  My nose froze?  My foes froze. 
    27 September

    lack of sense?

    I have a poem.
     
    Ding ding
    Bells sing
    Time to rhyme
    Anything ...
    20 September

    Just an aside.

       Hellooo to everyone.
     
    G'day to lovers of bad (and vaguely good jokes)
    Hey to fans of utter pointlessness.
    Howdy to my friends who dissected dead bodies today.  Especially Iz.
    Hello to Bianca that mad girl.
    Good luck and luv to Beaky who begins Uni tomorrow.  Remember - learning is good.  Honest.
    I just want to say hi to John so HI!.   I'm sure he would have made loads of comments if msn let him.  So he says ... hmmmm ...
     
    Thanks to all for commenting.
     
     
    All my other friends are too busy to comment a lot.  The cheek!
    17 September

    I am a useless somebody

    Hello!
     Isn't this slow ...
     
    I have many things to do.  Study for theory test.  Book test.  Buy Uni books etc etc . . .
     
    Am I planning to do them soon?  No.
     
    I'm a very witchy girl, who likes reading (and sneering at) fairy tales.  No wonder I'm like this.
     

     
    Does anyone ANYONE get this joke, because I most certainly do not:
     
    Two termites walk into a bar.  One asked, 'Is the bar tender here?'
     

     
    Two aerial antennas meet, fall in love and get married.  The reception was excellent.
     

     

     

    Q: What do you call an unconscious air-headed girl?

    A: A bombie.

     

    Got it from here:

     

    http://dese.me.uk/j/2004/11/obscure_jokes.html


    REVEYRAND'S LIBRARY LAWS
    (with apologies to Murphy)

    6 books on a topic + 5 classes = odds are 2-to-1 on teachers assigning the same topic at the same time.

    Budget statements from the District Office are always inversely proportional to your budget.

    If you made the system foolproof you discover that everybody has suddenly become geniuses.

    When 60% of your book order is back-ordered, you can safely bet that 90% of the back-orders are out of print.

    A "missing" encyclopedia will remain missing until the replacement you ordered is placed on the shelf.

    Books will remain upright on the shelf until you go to place another book beside them.

    You finally revise you card catalogue after putting it off for a year only to discover a week later that a complete revision is coming out in a month.

    You can be sure the student who has the most overdue books reads the least.

    When a teacher recommends a library book to a student, you can be certain that the teacher has checked out the only copy and has lent it to a friend in Peru.

    Students always require a 400 word article for a 500 word essay.

    Change libraries frequently. It allows you to place the blame on your predecessor for anything that is wrong.

    Make 17 subject headings for a book and you will find that you should have made 18.

    If a teacher discusses a unit with you well in advance, it is a certainty that she will be absent on the days scheduled, the substitute cannot administer the unit, and when the teacher returns she cannot do the unit because she has to make up for lost time.

    The one time of the month that you take 5 minutes to read MAD magazine is when your superintendent walks in.

    Prepare your year-end report in September before you have screwed everything up.

    If it's a good book, it's out of stock. If it's an excellent book, it's out of print.

    No matter how many books you have on a subject the student always thinks they're all "too big".

    The "super" syndrome: Libraries are always empty when the principal or superintendent comes to visit.

    The volunteer aide who files the worst is the one who volunteers the most.

    If you have a system that works you must be doing everything wrong.

    When you spend half your library budget on a teacher's request for a course the odds are that the teacher will quit or be transferred and the course will be dropped or changed.

    No matter how long you keep an article or piece of information you will never need it till you throw it away.

    If you have lost one issue of a magazine there will be 35 students who will require that issue.

    No books are lost except those that are most needed and hardest to replace.

    The books you need the most always come from your worst supplier or jobber.

    Every librarian should have a full-time aide. It allows you to put the blame on someone.

    If everything's fine you're probably in the wrong library.

    When you re-catalogue a book to correct an error, you automatically create seven new problems.

    If you close the library only 3 days before year end for inventory and administration it is a fact that 2 teachers will ask you to do a library lesson on those days. These are teachers you couldn't get into the library before but now need marking time.

    The thinnest books have the longest catalogue numbers.

    From The Bookmark, September 1989, p.48-49
    M.L. REVEYRAND, teacher-librarian, KLO Secondary School

     

    From here with others:

     

    http://www.ifla.org/I/humour/humour.htm#laws

     


     

     

    16 September

    Talking about criminals

    What happened to the boy who kept stealing  rhubarb? 
     
                 He was put in custardy.
     
     
     
     
    What happened when a woman found out her fiance had a wooden leg?
     
               She broke it off of course.