Bouncy hoppers could cut carbon emissions

Using a slow shutter speed is magnifficent, hehe.

First off I just wanted to state how happy I am after discovering I have 2 followers! hehe. Thankyou Michelle and Omara (I'm not sure how to tag people in posts but I guess you'll see this eventually) so thankyou guys! :D

Alrighty then, down to business.... politics!
Oooh, hope I haven't put you off! Well I thought I might as well talk about something 'of meaning' as my life isn't all that interesting atm and everyone keeps talking about the political debates.
Now in the world of politics as I am still under 18, I am apparently too young to have an opinion on who determines the fate of our country - our beautiful little country which sits quite happily upon slowly eroding ground on the ticking time bomb which we call mother earth.

So I've been doing my research, and I discovered the most outrageous political party in the history of strange...
Introducing; "The Monster Raving Loony Party" duh-duh-duh-duhhhh!

I read their manifesto and some of their policies include:
To reduce children's fear of needles nurses will be provided with tranqueliser riffles to issue injections
The Loch Ness Monster should put on the 'endangered speices' register
Socks to be sold in threes (incase one gets eaten by the washing machiene)
School dinners to be scanned regularly for radioactivity
And if more than 3 pigeons are found in the main corridor the school should be closed (pigeons, grrrr, my old foes!)

If I was a politician I would have some pretty incredible policies, such as....
* One day a year everyone should travel around on bouncy hoppers instead of in cars to combat carbon emissions.
* People who always say LOL instead of laughing should have their face hi-fived.
* Homework should be banned to save paper.
* Save electricity by getting someone in your family to run around in a giant hamster wheel.
* People who graffitti should have whatever they write tatooed on their forehead.

* There should be a ban on boys wearing Ugg boots... it looks strange.
* Millie's cookies should be made cheaper! 99p for a cookies :O c'mon millie be fair!
* Extreme PDA in public places should be banned! (I don't mean just kissing, I mean the whole sha-bang; hands down pants, dry humping.... *shudders* it's traumatising for the rest of us! :P) As punnishement they should be givven ESBO's (Excessively Sexual Behaviour Order).
* As 'The Big Issue' is approximately the size of a regular magazine it should be renamed 'The Regular-Sized Issue" (lame, but I'm running out of ideas...)
* To combat obesity laughing should be classified as a sport - seriously it burns calories! (Someone told me that chess is an A level sport at our college... c'mon, no one's ever broken an arm by playing chess! maybe the occasional muscle cramping / spasm after waiting an hr for the other person to make their move, but I highly doubt that anyone's gona turn it into a global spectator sport in the near future.... sorry if I've offended any of you chess players, I only discriminate cuz I can't play :P)

Just a note to any politicians (who I doubt will) read this - but I am an expert spin doctor. My friend Yvonne ran for student exec treasurer at our college and I wrote her a campaign rap, including our tagline "Spread the word like butter on toast, cuz Yvonne's the one that you want most!" whoooo ;) ....and guess what??... SHE WON! Not saying that it was becasue of my rap, I'm just saying it may have helped somewhat in an imperative manner.

Alrighty then I'm off to watch the end of The Devil Wears Prada. Hope you all have a lovely weekend! :)


Where the wild kids are

THIS is the face of EVIL

So it's 7:45 am and I am sat in the garden because once again a daft pigeon has fallen down our chimney and knocked the gas pipe... hopefully the house won't explode but there is a deffinate leak (not a great idea to be using my laptop then :S) - but this has happened so many times now (twice, it's happened twice!) it's become a regular occurance so evacuating is kindof passe - I only grabbed my laptop this time; instead of grabbing four, essential, obese bags of my most precious possessions (my ice skates, clothes, sketchbook and various electrical things (I even remembered plugs! Who remember's to bring their phone charger out during an evacuation?? ... well I do obvz), and my friend's guitar that I'd been borrowing (so if he reads this I hope he knows I'm taking good care of it... even though I've had it for like 5 months, so technically I've stolen it)

Geez, I didn't even save my violins! (I have two, they're called Rosie and Florrie - don't laugh, I like naming inanimate objects).

Rosie was my first violin, which we'd been renting from my school the past 5 years then at the end of yr 11 I simply 'forgot' to give her back, so now she lives in my bedroom. And Florrie we bought when I was 14, as I insissted I was serious about playing the violin (I really wasn't...) she's been played twice (the second time I broke the G-string... ooh that sound's naughty ;) and since then she's lived a lonely existance in a green violin case on my mother's dresser.
But don't feel bad for her, she'll see daylight again... maybe.

Anyway whilst I'm here I'll tell you about my day yesterday (because it was pretty epic... probably in a 'you had to be there' way, but still...)

I had a picnic with my girlies - as we're trying to embrace the good weather while it lasts ;D well this is England - if we have too much fun we might scare it away :O
Which once again, meant I was putting my cwk off... ah well, they're just letters on a piece of paper, it doesn't really matter if I suceed in my dream to become a busker ;)

So we were strolling through the park listening to the meoldies of Marina & the Diamonds and New Young Pony Club on Toby's i-stero ('cuz we're cool like that)....I'm dressed as (what can only be described as) "indie kid, meets madeline, taking on a morris dancer"

but eventually we get down to the river and feel a bit happy-snappy :)

Then we end up in this under-growth of tree's so we decide to take some more pictures... we climb up onto this tree branch (here it comes...) I put the camera on timer, run over and the jump up, all of a sudden we hear an almighty "CRRRRRRK" and the branch breaks. I jump off in time, but dear Jazz does (what can only be described as) a backward sommersault and lands flat out in a pile of leaves with her legs waving around in the air. We were hysterical for agess!
What's even more immense is that we have a photo of this, but I won't post it here, cuz I'm nice and won't embarrass her like that... I'll just post it on facebook instead ;D (ilu Jazz, still very sorry I broke the tree!)

Oooh good news! One hour later and the gas leak is fixed. I can go back inside (because for sunny weather, it's freezing out here!)


I want a pet dragon!

I don't have a vast collection of mythical creature photography - so this photo of a dragon at chinese new year will have to do :)

I saw the movie "How to train your dragon" today, and because it's a kids film I wasn't expecting to like it, but honestly, it wasn't too bad.

So, I've come to the conclusion that having a pet dragon would be rather cool, or hot actually... you know, cuz they breathe fire

(...bad, bad, baaaad joke, I know)

It would deffinately save on bus faire because I could just fly everywhere - soaring through the skys whilst the people below grind their teeth through the rush hour traffic.
There's an abandoned men's club behind our house so I could keep Sydney there (yes, I shall name my dragon Sydney, and he shall be mine) and there's a park nearby where we could play frisbee during those warm summer evenings.
He could feast on the pigeons which keep falling down our chimney (it's rather haunting having to listen to them die but once they've fallen in, sadly, there's no way out.... hmmm, we should really get that seen to).

Now for the negatives...
If he ever got sick we couldn't take him to the vets without the fear that one look at a needle and he'll roast the vet and gobble him whole. He could even turn rogue and eat me, "baaaad Sydney, very naughty dragon". He could accidentally set the men's club on fire and become a public menace and then we'd get exiled and have to join a travelling circus - which might not be so bad... but I'd miss my home luxuries too much.

So chances of getting a dragon don't look good. Maybe I'll get a lizard instead....