pets :)

this is inspired by a conversation i just had with someone on msn. we were talking about dogs - we had both lost some and we were talking about how it affects you.

when i was younger (im talking infants school here!), we had two irish setters. Sarah and Lucy. they were sisters i think, i don't really remember too much. they were very old though whilst i was growing up. well, my parents used to come and meet me every day after school with Sarah and Lucy and walk me home. one day, in year two, mum and dad came to meet me with only one dog. i asked where Sarah was and they told me she was in heaven. at the time, it didn't really bother me that much, but i remember crying in bed that night. the next day, they turned up without any dogs. Lucy had been put down too. i asked about it when i got older, turns out they were in pain with arthuritis due to their age. mum and dad decided it would be better just to put them out of their suffering. you might think its a bit cruel but they honestly did it for the best.

the dogs are buried in Quex Park, and every spring that area gets covered in daffodils. i've never been but it's nice because they are practically the same colour as their fur was.

we now have two dogs - a rescue labrador called Bailey who we got 8 years ago and a retired greyhound called Sherry that we got in september.

it makes you think though - you get used to having a dog around. they make good company - you can never argue with them. they're faithful and will always listen to you. loosing that companionship and stability that their presence brings can actually make you really upset. i miss Sarah and Lucy, and when Bailey goes im going to be majorly sad.

it also makes you appreciate what you have though - cats, dogs, goldfish, friends, family. everything.

so..... deep thinking done for the day

im having a pizza/ice cream.zombie film a-thon soon.

time to get and gory baby!!!

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ok, so this is probably going to be the most intellectual thing i put up on here, (which is also why it will probably be the shortest), but hey, i like to keep things simple. unless im trying to confuse someone. in which i make everything complicated but i only do that if im not enjoying your company :D

anyway. i want you to think of all the ways you know people. i made a list of mine

1. school (present and old)
2. dancing
3. facebook
4. twitter
5. friends of friends
6. tagged
7. family
8. extended family
9. random meetings
10. drama groups

and through this i know people who live in germany, saudi arabia and america. people who play the guitar, bass, piano and harp. people who appear in films, people who write books, people who produce music, people who model, future journalists, artists, lawyers and physcologists.
i've met so many wonderful people who i am glad to know.

now, next time im going to talk about........i don't know. it will probably come to me in a dream or a hirspray induced hallucination. anyone who has use hairspray knows what one of those is - where you spray and HAVE to breath and end up inhaling a rather dangerous amount of fumes that give you a 10 second headache.
toodle pip

i couldn't help myself

screw doing this daily. i can't sleep. so this is really the only thing i can do.
and, as i promised,,,, about 20mins ago. here is my guide, to chavs
*queue cheesey intro music*

chav.

i found this extremely long but detailed explanation from urban dictionary. skip forwards if you already know what a chav is and just want me to et my lazy ass onto how to be one

Derived from Chatham in Kent, this term can be applied loosely to every culture with a nasty, thieving element. There are many variants of this creature but all are subject to the following commonalities:

Chavs are part Magpie, evidentially supported by their love of all things shiny, or as vaccuous, illiterate street-slang would say 'Bling'. They can be seen twokking from the Jewelry counter in Argos/Index.


Whatever their ethnic background, Chavs have a built-in affinity to hip-hop/R&B, even if they are inherently racist (see the Scottish). They see their life as glamorous and cool.


Chavs are for the most part, extremely stupid. However, some of them render a form of low cunning, which can be misinterpreted as intelligence. However this is false. A Chav has no desire to better themself through honest means nor learn anything outside of car modification.


All chavs think that they are nails. Again, this is false. Sitting in a beaten up nova smoking lamberts does not precipitate a healthy body. The irony being that a Chav owns mainly sportswear, yet will only break a sweat if running from the police.


Chavs are incredibly fertile beasts, and are highly successful breeders. Where they come unstuck is having to look after the offspring which their 13 yr old drunken fumble produces. More often that not the child will crow to be a Chav, having received no more guidance on life than the parent.

HOW TO BE A CHAV (by charlotte bennett)

 

there is a strict dress code, if you consider becoming a chav. it consists of only tracksuits, trainers and if your female - anything tight, cheap and ill fitting. basically every chav thinks they are hot. even the cold ones.

also, becoming a chav requires a certain tone and disregard for queen's english.

words you should commanly use are;

maayte

boh

boii

babe

alright

wankaaaa!!!

butters

gel on

wasted out of my nut

now, the diet of a chav is also very restricting. under no circumstancs should anything healthy touch your lips. survive on chewing gum, cheap fast food, cigarettes and cheap alcohol.

finally - the last rule of being a chav is never waste a sperm. if it has a womb, impregnate it. if you have womb, get pregnant.

simple.

 

hope you all enjoyed that. i did, for some strange reason. next time.... i think i will talk about connections. not the careers service - as in how you connect and know people.

love you, you non-existant readers. ♥

hola

my name is charlotte. i live in england where the weather leaves much to be desired, but then again we brits are never satisfied completely. i though the best way to describe myself was to say some things that i though best represented me. here we go.....

1. the 80's

i adore EVERYTHING from this time. the hair, the music, the films. it's just so lively. my friends would mainly say they would want to live in the 60's. i beg to differ. i may dress like a hippie sometimes but i really hate the music. sorry.

2. quirky

i asked one dear friend what word she thought would best describe me. she came up with quirky. which i quite like.

3. Chuck Norris

this man is immense. no doubt about it. i have a poster of him above my bed, with 50 facts about him.

4. KOL

the kings of leon. my fave band. im going to use this bit to talk about music in general though. i love music - it's a big part of my life. i'm learning to play the piano (very slowly and not very surely) but i'm trying. thats what counts.... isn't it?

anyhoo, im into most types of music. anything in fact. and when i say anything, i mean it. im not one of those people who go "i'm into everything, but i hate this, this, this and this". i like live music best. there are some good local live music places near where i live. i experienced my first mosh pit the other week..... it was interesting

5. boys

i will admit it. i am male obsessed. i'm not girlriend material - i hate romance films, i'm hardly a looker and my idea of fun is watching a zombie film and laughing at the FX. however this does not deter me and hopefully one day, someone will love my 6'1, not quite skinny, clumsy frame. until that day comes, i'll just perv on every man over 6ft. and i am happy to admit that.

6. my friends

my group of friends are not perfect. and we don't agree on everything. and we look nothing alike. i love that. makes good conversation. i'm lucky to know the people i do. they are amazing, each in their own way. i'm sure i will talk more about my fuzzy munchkins in future posts, but until then just imagine the fantastic four, but with 3 extra members, a good dose of eyeliner and a truck load of hormones.

7. fashion

as far as fashion goes, i appreciate good style but do not fly the flag for good clothing taste. i live in the same pair of jeans (they do get washed!) and my idea of getting glammed up it some liquid eyeliner and putting my hair in curlers. however, if you are looking for someone with good taste, my dear friend holly has a blog so check it out - just search firebornangel and it should pop up :D

thats it i think. not quite sure what im going to put in this blog. hopefully my ramblings are interesting reading enough. if not, then try my twitter. frequently_over.

i love you guys ( even though i doubt anyone is reading this)

i think next time i might create a guide to chavs. educate your minds on the ludacris lifestyle of a chav and how to be one!!

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