29 October 2007 - "Spread the word?"

Unfortunately, my old subdomain got hacked so I had to move sites. Luckily, Lexie had a backup of all of my files so I’ve not lost any pages.

Do me a favour? Make a note on your blogs that Sarah of Risque had to change URLs to 70×7.stopcrashgo.com. If you do, leave a comment here and I’ll link you on my next blog as a way of saying thanks!

So why 70×7? In case you don’t know, 70×7 is the number of times you’re supposed to forgive somebody (according to Christianity). Not literally of course, it’s just trying to say that you should forgive infinitely. Anyway, I liked the name and it’s also the title of a good song by Brand New.

20 October 2007 - "Describe Sloppy"

In my eyes sloppy is when my room becomes so messy that I really can not see the carpet. When my desk becomes so full of crap that I start to believe that the wood never existed. Sloppy is when house inspectors come into my room and whistle and exclaim ‘oh my god!’. Sloppy is when my friends think of excuses not to come into my house and would rather stay outside in the bitter cold than come into my ‘home’. Sloppy is when my friends actually will come inside my house and then mutter underneath their breaths ‘Now I feel like a snob…’.

To an obsessive compulsive, sloppy is when a pencil is out of line. When the lightswitch isn’t clean. When the surfaces of their desks have a single speck of dust. It’s when a hair is out of place. When there’s a needle in their perfectly formed hay stack.

To my friend Lois, sloppy is when she has a pair of jeans on her bedroom floor and a slightly rumpled bed. It’s when she forgot to take down a glass or even when her books aren’t in size order.

Isn’t it funny how people have different views on something as silly as sloppy? What would you consider to be sloppy?

And I’m sorry I haven’t blogged in ages. I haven’t been online because I’ve been banned. I’m allowed back online on the 5th of November though. I may be able to blog before that, I’m not sure though.

6 October 2007 - "When I’m older"

When I’m older I won’t do stupid things like playing cow boys in the supermarket, either because supermarkets won’t exist in the future or because I’ll have my spirit crushed so much that the idea won’t even occur to me.

When I’m older, the music I will listen to will be ‘dignified’. In other words, I won’t listen to music about fucking dogs up their arses (Blink 182). I might even like opera, who knows. I might end up a music snob who looks down on other peoples’ musical taste or I might listen to oldies dance music.

When I’m older I’ll be that crazy lady with all the cats. The kids will run past my house because they’ll be rumours that if you stand outside my house for over 10 seconds, I’ll curse you. In fact, I think I’ll decide that I’m a witch and attempt to curse the kids who stand outside my house for over 10 seconds. I’ll only buy all black cats and I’ll hit any men who come on to me with my granny bag.

When I’m older I’ll still be wittering on about the technology of ‘my day’. I’ll dismiss any of the new computers and stick to XHTML. I’ll still be using 70×7 and I’ll refuse to buy any other games consoles other than the ones that were out in 2007.

When I’m older I’ll be one of those annoying people who write letters of complaint about everything. The price of yoghurt gone up? I’ll be on to the local MP. I’ll give dirty looks to people on the bus who don’t offer me their seat and I’ll call all of the children ‘yobs’.

Did you know that the cells in our body are constantly being replaced? It takes six years for all of our cells to be replaced. When I’m older I might have completely different cells I’ll still be myself. I’m making an oath now to always be true to myself. I won’t always be this silly fourteen year old school girl, but I won’t ever do something when I’m older that this fourteen year old school girl would despise herself for.