fancy getting out of here?

music : Darlene - Led Zeppelin

mood : wanting to get away

Lately I've been feeling like I need to get away from here. I don't just want to escape to the woods for a while - I want to get out of town, out of the country. I want to scurry down to England and just hide myself away with Kate for a little while. For as long as it takes for me to stop feeling sick of things. I'm not sure why I feel this way. Maybe it'll pass. But it's been a long while now - I remember it was at its worst during the summer, then during my prelims, and now I have friend issues and auuugh.

Well hopefully it'll go away, mm?

I wish I had happy things to say here pfuffuffuff but ah well 8)

Derp.

speak to me only with your eyes

mood: derp 8)

music : The Rain Song - Led Zeppelin

Hello again :U It's been ages, I know. I'm terrible at keeping this blog updated - but no-one reads it, so who really gives a fuck? Anyway, hm... I dunno.

I wish my gran would shut up about my room. I'll tidy it when I have the fucking motivation to do so, thankyou very much.

Raaaah.

-- Dannii

Spending New Year alone, I guess.

music: Need Your Loving Tonight - Queen

mood: terribly melancholy; but I'll cheer up.

I thought I'd be spending New Year with Kate this year; that was the plan, anyway. Nikki'll be going out with friends, Gran'll be out with friends, and I was meant to be flailing around with Kate. But now the plans are cancelled (basically, anyway) so uh, I'll be alone on New Year's.

Fuck that, I'll end up moping on the sofa with champagne or something.

At least we have February.

one by one, only the good die young

music: my melancholy blues - Queen
mood:

melancholy

I am such a shit mood right now you have no idea 8D It's all these sad songs sdfkjsdhf I want to write goddammit. And typically I can't think of anything to write, so I'm fawked.

My sister's gone to Blackpool with a friend and won't be back 'til Monday, and I actually miss her :/ Didn't think I would. Eh.

Freddie I fucking hate you for making me love you so much ><>

I feel like, I feel that, feel that, do you know it?

affectionate

Uh actually I have nothing to say lol I just thought I'd update this :U ffffff Kate our families are hilarious are they not.

LALALA school on Wednesday YAAAAAY not aauuuugh can I love on someone plz.

wheelin' and dealin', and a little bit of stealin'

Music: Stealin' - Queen

Mood:

SO hello. I downloaded 76 songs yesterday and it took like five hours 8D Queen, you are addictive. But so is Bowie :

ANYWAY HI GUYS IT'S ONE DAY 'TIL KATE GETS HERE FFFFUUUUU YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!~

C: NOT MUCH TO SAY whooooo.

....I don't even know.

I'M DOING SUCH A BAD JOB OF KEEPING THIS UPDATED. 8C

Hurt.

Music: Hurt - Johnny Cash

Mood:

Hurt.

I am so, so tired of getting attatched to people that don't really give a flying fuck about me. I'm tired of being used for my writing. It's not something I can do all the time and enjoy now; it's something I can only do with the right mood and the right subject and characters and sometimes the right music.
Sad thing is, they actually mean a lot to me. I thought we were close.

What a great fucking day this has been.

Midnight my ass.

Music: Don't Lose Your Head - Queen

Mood:

pissed.

Midnight. Midnight. I must come off of the laptop at midnight during the summer holidays simply because I haven't cleaned up those papers yet because yes Gran I do have fucking moodswings and they're terrible and I hate it.

Midnight my fucking ass.

/rant

Some people are heartless bastards.

Music: Death On Two Legs - Queen

Mood:

I mean, really. When someone tells you that they've been genuinely worried about you and just want to hear from you because they care, telling them that you don't want to be friends with them is sick. That's not neutral; if you don't disassociate yourself with the other parties involved, you are not neutral. You're still taking sides. I understand and respect the person in question's opinion, but it still upsets me.
But they're not the heartless bastard I'm on about 8D Actually, no-one is, really. No-one I know, anyway.
Also, take this situation. You are a mother. You have split up with the father of your child, and your child has chosen to live with their father. When aforementioned child has problems with their eyes, needs glasses and is relying on you to pay for them, you should fucking pay because you have the money and the father doesn't and your child needs those glasses. She's your kid for fuck's sake.
Sorry to a certain person who knows what I'm on about xD; I don't mean to badmouth your mother, and I'm really really sorry that I'm being so harsh :/ But it makes me angry.

No, gran, I do not want to tidy my room. Yes, I am upstairs on the laptop talking to my best friend. No, I haven't cleaned up the useless piles of papers and such from my locker, stuff that's been collected in there for the past three years. No, I will not open my curtains and blinds and let glorious sunshine fill my room with radiant, purifying warmth like I've just been enlightened by the fucking son of Christ. No, I don't want to go out with my friends and chase boys and have fun. No I'm not wasting my summer holidays because, as John Lennon so rightly says, time that you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted. I will gladly spend the entirety of these holidays writing, drawing, net-surfing, blogging, chatting with people in other countries and generally not getting out much and doing wonderfully productive things. Hell, I might even find time to study.

Wow, ranting 8D Well anyway, er...there's not much else to say, is there? I'll try not to rant as much. It'll probably fade after a while anyway; I'm not used to speaking my opinion.

Also, I hope you're enjoying the icons : I take no credit for any of them.

Well hello world.

Music: Big Spender - Queen (Live; Cover)

Mood:

Amused

Okay so this blog's real title is "THE RANEE BLOG THAT HAS A NAME THAT ISNT JARITH'S BROTHERS NAEM", courtesy of my dear Raz, but I felt it was too long and too obnoxious. I thought for a few seconds and then a magical Danniibrainwave hit me and I went 'OOH I'LL MENTION IT ANYWAY'.
Allright, so I'm Dannii. I imagine the people that read this will already know this. Who am I? I'm...me. I'm uh. I don't know. You tell me. I love Queen, I love Bowie, I love telling people I love them, I love being loved, I love pickles, I love beetroot, I love spicy chicken, I hate narrow-minded ninnies, I love you, and you, and you, and you.
Yes.
Hmm. Anything interesting happen today? A little. My alarm went off at 7:30am with that god awful rooster crowing ringtone that I cannot bloody stand nor change. I looked at it, went 'OH OKAY LET'S GET UP AND SEE KATE even though I've had one and a half hours of sleep', then promptly passed out again. I'm a bit of a night owl, you see.
I also went on a walk with my sister for the first time in months. We've been lawling and all that good stuff all day, which is a surprise. And Gran had her "friend" (Forbes. Who calls their child Forbes? It's almost as bad as Goopy.) cough cough over today. Apparently she visits him to help him with the computer and chat about gardening but pffff, those are called excuses, my dear, and I am no fool. There's a spark there and everyone but those two know it. Hell, even my papa does, and he's never even met Forbes, or seen them together.
Ooh, I'm writing so much today - and not just here - that my arms are aching. Ouch ouch. My sister made me a rather fabulous cup of tea, actually :U Is it just me, or are food and beverages much better when you're not the one that made them?
I like putting my own salt on stuff. Other people either put too little on, or too much. Somehow I manage to do it just right. Hm, probably just my overreactive imagination, but you know C:

Hasn't this been a wonderful post?

Pfft. <3