Pet Hates. Part Two.

1. This numbering system is now a pet hate.  Sucks to be you. Shut up.
2. My retainers. Even though they keep your teeth straight? Even so. 
3. Friends who aren't friends. Again, sucks to be you. Shut up. Shut up. No.
4. The response I get when saying "Let's go to Sweden for a holiday." It's quite cold there though. No.
5. The weird OCD type thing that comes over me when things run onto different lines. Enjambment. Yeah..
6. Rude people who annoy me at work. GIVE ME MY DRUGS No.
7. Courtney Stodden. Why? I like her.. No.
8. The bald unfunny man on mock the week. He's funny. No.
9. Movie remakes. Remakes are good! No.
10. Parts of male species. You have a boyfriend though.. And?

Why I think I'm a bit obsessed.

I am going to admit it, because that's the first stage of getting rid of an addiction. 

I love Lisbeth Salander. I love the Millennium Trilogy. I love Mikael. I love Erika. Hell, I even love Henrik Vanger. I love everything about the books; I even have a girl crush on Noomi Rapace and Rooney Mara. Who play Lisbeth Salander in the Swedish and American films respectively.

Oh my.

I have a girl crush. An epic one. Even bigger than my girl crush on Lady Gaga. Why? Because, they don't fit the mold. I love piercings, I love tattoos. Hey, apparently, I find pale Swedish-esque women oddly quite beautiful. 

Even so, when December the 26th rolls around, the English language version will be released, and I'm not even going on the day.  Which is quite sad really :(

But, on a brighter note, I'm getting my nose pierced again. I cannot wait.

Until next time folks..

Nice piercings.

Pet hates. Part one of many.

1. People who can't spell. Gewjus. No.
2. People who talk like morons; Init. No.
3. People who can't understand sarcasm. What is sarcasm, where did it come from? No.
4. People who think they're fucking amazing, when they are in fact, not. I'm amazing. No.
5. People who think it's cool to be stupid.  What is pi? No.
6. People like the people above, but are just genuinely idiots. Herpy derp, No.
7. The lack of respect the majority of people seem to have for anything. Lets smash shit up! No.
8. People who call their children awful names. My baby's name is: Jtywhfsjfjshfsdk, No.
9. People who are generally vile. I like to lick my own armpits. No.
10. People who are too stupid to be racist. Piss off back home! Nope..pretty sure they were born here.
11. People who think they're really smart, but are in fact not. Well, I think that pi is actually 5. No. 
12. People who are too stupid to actually be alive. Darwin awards. N...okay, you get that one. Yes!
13. People who hurt people for fun. Lets smash this person up! No.
14. Perez Hilton. I agree, You agree? Oh my.

Getting ready for the zombie apocalypse 101.

Could you imagine it? Some reanimated rotting corpse dragging itself towards you, totally hellbent on munching on BRAAAIIINNNNS? Your brains for that matter? 

Me neither. But even so, it might happen. So might a pot o' gold appearing at the end of a pwetty rainbow. Teehee. I digress.

Remember that hotel I was telling you about in my last post? The crappy one, with the crappy room? With the staff that called me "madam" a lot. Yeah? That one. Awesome. The fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. So saturday/sunday morning timeish. I was on the phone to my boyfriend, in my jimjams. 

I've never been so freaked out in my entire life. In 50 or so seconds, I managed to completely dress my bottom half (oi, don't be rude, I mean out of my jimjam bottoms, and into my jeans that I bought a few days beforehand. They're very nice!) I pulled my boots on, ran into my bathroom thingy, brushed my hair and decided it looked better down that it did tied up. Grabbed my ipod and my phone, a coat and ran ran ran outside into the freezingness of "England in early winter at 00:03am"  With my poor boyfriend panicking and trying to ring me back repeatedly because I cut him off.  

I LEFT MY ROOM KEY IN MY ROOM! WHO DOES THAT?! 

Back to the zombies. If you're ever outside during a zombie apocalypse/hurricane/tornado/general i'm-an-idiot-who-smokes-in-his-hotel-room-ishness, bring your damn hotel key. At least then, if you get bitten, you can return to your hotel room, and die in crappy crappy luxury. You'll be a surprise for the cleaning crew the next day!

Even if you don't die/get bitten/whatever, bring your hotel key anyway, and you'll get to keep the free tea. Or the coffee, if that's what you like. 

And, I've decided I am head zombie-awareness leader person during/after the zombie apocalypse. Have a problem mister? You do? 

Tough.

Finally. Even if nobody reads it!

Although my face currently (I'm not saying I look like this all the time y'know..) resembles Bruce's from Bruce Almighty when he realizes he has God's powers or whatever, yay for starting a blogging thing! Not that anyone really cares what I have to say but still. Yay!!

News flash: Broken, fixed and re-broken the internet. Christ Chelsea. Get a grip will ya?