Rob (is awesome)

Dear faithful blog readers,

Today, this blog shall be conducted by none other than Robert Coveney (who is absolutely awesome.. as the title suggests?) As you know, Daniel has a lovely musical scholarship, and today, he performed and it was amazing! He was obviously the best there (haha!) excluding the fabulous [Insert name here]. I am currently at his house utilising  his Mac computer (Oh Sophie will be pleased that I am using a Mac..) Anyhow.

So this is a basically Dan telling me to write a blog instead of him, so here is my blog I guess? I'll start with a short rant.. this morning some lovely fellow who, I mention, have no idea who he is (because he's just so well known), decided to send me a lovely email over Facebook. Gosh! No. He was a loser if you didn't pick up on the subtle sarcasm. And very rude for someone I don't know.. silly [insert rude adjective here].

Moreover, the Trinity concert was really great fun. I looked around the room when someone walked in late and was shocked to see my friend Emily, who looked at me in total shock and confusion as to why I was there (as did I for her!), then she was seated and giggling. It was a lovely night, though I am shattered (to say the least). Paul Jennings was smelly, and kept flirting with Dan, it made me LOLJOKES!

Anyhow, to conclude, I am now sleeping round Mr Partridge's house. He is upset because he wanted to eat KFC and his parents said: NO ROBERT IS A VEGETARIAN. And following this I apologised for the fact I was vegetarian, hehe, how awesome am I? Obviously some amount. Tonight is going to be lovely, because I have decided it will be. And also, Dan is here, and that makes me happy. I sound like such a loser! SO I shall stop writing this blog for him now.

Adios and pleasant tidings from Robert at some time that I can't see

(Ignore the thing below this saying it was Dan, because he's tired =])

Life Lesson III

According to my english teacher:

1. Black is the opposite of joy.
2. 7 is the number of completion.

Oh the things you learn. This is meant to be a grammar school for goodness sake.

We wrote some more poetry today, no doubt you might hear a select few. Just because it's that interesting.

Sayonara.

Another Musical Item

Listen to this, please.
I say, for the love of God,
Listen to this now.




It's so hard to stop.
Writing in Haiku is great.

Do not masturbate.

Sayonara

Haiku a Plenty

This is what my lunchtime consisted of. Please note that I don't mean any harm in any of these, and if you find any of these offensive, get over it.

Black beauties beaming
Bright in my hollowed half-night.
What a sordid sight .

Mikey Lindfield

Wanker wanker wank

Wanker wanker wanker wanks

Wanker Wanker suit.

D'Arcy Molyneux

Bitch gotta know when

To shop before she spreads her

Legs into her hole

Mikey Lindfield

Into the doormat

A world hidden in my eyes

Escape the dusty place

D'Arcy Molyneux

Haiku haiku hi!

Yay! I shit you not that

Sadie Law is fat!

Mikey Lindfield and Dan Partridge

Nick Barnes sits near us,

Eugh. Eugh. Eugh. Eugh. Eugh. Eugh.

OMG, just why?

Mikey Lindfield and Dan Partridge

Mikey's haikus rhyme.

He's such a fucking wierdo.

Why is he here, huh?

Dan Partridge

Pluck the feathers from

Her swollen serpent, as she

Flicks the blackest tits.

Mikey Lindfield

Now that you are here,

Escape is not an option.

Time for me to feast.

Dan Partridge

Brownness dribbles from

My lips. Fuck me. Oh God, why

Did I eat it? Why?!

Mikey Lindfield

Into the distance

D'Arcy left us all alone.

I am dead inside.

Dan Partridge

Fizzy lemonade

Sprinkles in my begging mouth.

The yellow ribbon.

Mikey Lindfield

I hate X-Factor.

I am so non-conformist.

TV is so drab!

Dan Partridge

For Dom:

Brown hair that's so fine.

Oh, I wish he could be mine.

In me, I'll confine.

Mikey Lindfield

Wow! It's in my hair!

What is? Are you sure? How comes?

Fuck, you put it there!

D'Arcy Molyneux

It was so fleeting,

Those 10 seconds of beating.

She lies in a pulp.

Dan Partridge

In my naughty mouth,

And then let your lips go south.

To my cold odour.

Mikey  Lindfield

It's a fine art, I'll admit, but I think we've hit the nail on the head with these Haiku. Aren't they just fantastic?

Sayonara

Amuse

You know what I find rather fun? When people insist on singing along to an entire song on the radio, even though they do not know a single word (or very few words at most), and try to cover it up. In doing so, they seem to lose any sense of a melody line. The resulting mess is what sounds very much like a zombie hungry for 3 or more brains. The best ever instance of this I have ever witnessed this would have to be the time on Top of the Pops. Robbie Williams was on, and he went to the audience and bent down next to a woman, so they were both in shot together. She tried to sing the words (you couldn't hear her), but you could see she was singing something about boats whilst he was singing about radios. It was good.

I sent my UCAS off today. Hooray.

Sayonara

Fireworks

I went to see some fireworks last night. It was fun, I ended up advertising Cinderella.

Nothing interesing's happened really. I just got mega stressed for no reason. It's really irritating me that things are wrong with me yet no one knows exactly what these things are.

Sayonara.