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Your average Scottish teen.

Not much else to it, really.

EYE-CATCHING titles are hard to think of, so this will have to do.

I refuse to join the masses and use a SEEEEEX type title! (no wonder I get so few hits)
Evening. This is the world famous "EYE CATCHING TITLES", where we have a hit count of literally dozens. Here, we have photies of folk you don't know, muzak which I've decided not to force upon you (if you wish to be subjected to my music taste, go on, press the play button), and the occasional blog.

Carry on.

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August 19

That's all, folks.

I've had enough of this place. I got a journalspace account a couple of weeks ago, and have finally got it looking the way I want it to. So, should I decide to write entries again, they'll be here: http://jennywren.journalspaces.com.
 
Prizes for people who get the musical references, of which there are two.
 
So, I guess this is goodbye. So long, MSN Spaces: we've been together through thick and thin, but in the end, let's face it. You're really quite shit these days, aren't you? No hard feelings. Adios.
February 17

Some little known facts.

  1. Hitler's first name was actually Heil. Not Adolf.
  2. A layer of fat 60cm thick will render you bulletprooof.
  3. Librarians are born without arms. They either use false ones, or stack the books using their teeth. (This fact was discovered by my fabulous sidekick, Dr. Watson)
  4. On average, most Britons lose at least 23 socks, 17 biros and 3 remote controls in their lifetime.
  5. Most of these lost objects end up stuck underneath a very fat person's overhang.
  6. If you take a Yeti, and shave off all its fur, you get something not unsimilar to Kyle Gass from Tenacious D.
  7. The leftover fur is used to make Pete Burns' jackets.
  8. If you plant a mushroom, and give it enough water and TLC, it will grow into a mushroom cloud.
  9. The only substance harder than diamond is the Higher Maths Prelim Exam.
  10. Einstein created the formula E=MC Hammer, when E=Unable to touch. Unfortunately, this formula has become misinterpreted over the years.
  11. Pork pie jelly bounces. (SAS)
  12. Sarah Chalke has had sexual relations with Shelagh. However, she is unavaible for comment at this point in time. (Shelagh)
  13. Air was invented in 1873 and was a byproduct of the cardboard box industry. (Hrolf)
  14. Goths love balloons. (Hannah)
  15. Thom Yorke is a primitive robot and can only produce monotone sound. Any variation in pitch in his voice is actually produced using the Doppler effect. The entire Kid A album was recorded using specially modified rollercoasters at Alton Towers. (Hannah)
  16. The first alien this planet ever saw was named G. Bush. He managed to get into the White House, impersonating a human, who by coincidence had the IQ of a fish. (Oli)
  17. If you run whilst wearing corduroy trousers, they will catch fire. (Andy)
  18. It is a natural law, much like gravity, that should one be unable to attend a Fall Out Boy concert in one's spare time, one must cut class to do so. (Harriet)
  19. Harriet is dating Richard Fleeshman. Roxie is a JOKE. (Harriet)
  20. If you drink enough Tango, your skin will turn orange. This is why many female youths appear such a colour, and is not the result of make up or Oompa Loompa parents. They can't help it. (Harriet)
  21. Every strip of chewing gum contains exactly 214 calories. Except the sugarfree ones. They contain 236.
  22. Contrary to popular belief, the French do not surrender. They parley. (Callum)
  23. The reason bird flu is spreading so fast is that newspapers worrying about it cause a placebo effect in their readers. (Callum)
  24. The Coriolis force, which causes wind to change direction over the Equator, is actually caused by large numbers of people breathing out on the African continent at the same time and has nothing to do with the movement of the Earth. (Callum)
  25. The word "Shniz" was originally used by native Peruvians to bless the alpaca wool before it was made into jumpers. (Hannah)
  26. There's more sand than you think there is. (Hrolf)
  27. The longer you look at eyebrows, the hairier they get. (Hrolf)
  28. Backsides alter their shape with people's moods. (Hrolf)
  29. People with brown eyes get to see all kinds of extra things that blue-eyed people can't. (Hrolf)
  30. Buttocks are becoming exceedingly popular in Britain, with most people owning at least two. (JD)
  31. It is thought that the bioculture developing in Dylan Moran's hair will one day produce a cure for AIDS.
  32. Perms are what happens when your hair gets a big shock. This can be achieved by watching a horror movie, or sneaking up on your hair with an axe. The traditional method used by hairdressers is showing it pictures of Gary Glitter.
  33. The Earth is not round. Not flat either, but hey. Noone really knows for sure exactly what the hell it is. (Callum)
  34. The Loch Ness Monster is not a monster at all, but really an escaped circus elephant which has adapted to underwater life. (The Times)
  35. Recent surveys show that a human's average life expectancy can be almost doubled if the person in question is an asshole. (Jay)
  36. It is common knowledge that Christianity is based around a birth over 2000 years ago. However, a remarkable number of people believe that this birth was important as the baby in question was allegedly the son of God, a misconception which is largely due to the publishing of a book called The Bible. However, the real reason for the fuss made over this birth is due to the fact that the baby was born with a beard.
  37. There are only two people in Yemen. There names are Robert, Shem and Japheth. They eat curry from Pizza Hut every third weekend, and also on the 20th of Never every year. (Ben)
  38. The word "chic" is derived from the Olde Englishe word for "shite".
  39. The tyrannosaurus rex could not scratch it's balls. (Gail)
  40. Pianos DO NOT need feeding. Casio keyboards DO. (Hrolf)
  41. Harrods is actually a giant spaceship waiting for the intergalctic RAC. (Hrolf)
  42. Humans do not really exist, but are actually the voices in Jenny's head. (Hrolf)
  43. Parking in Sweden is illegal. (Hrolf)
  44. The future is illegal in Switzerland. (Hrolf)
  45. Swindon is illegal everywhere. (Hrolf)
  46. Sausages should be stroked and talked to reassuringly, prior to being stabbed viciously with a fork and devoured. (Hrolf)
  47. There is a hole in Hrolf's bucket. (Hrolf)
  48. De Selby was not a lunatic (Hrolf)
  49. A warm spoon should be used when presenting a womans breast to a member of aristocracy. (Hrolf)
  50. George W Bush has 3 quadruplet sisters. His mother insisted on calling one Gretel, so another is called Hansela. George Sr. is such a joker. However, the smallest and most popular is Quarter, who looks like a 25c coin. This is how the coin got its name. (Ben)

Um, these may or may not be true.

I'll add any more that I think of. Submissions would be well appreciated (I'll give you credit, don't worry). Lets see how big a list of "facts" we can make!

 

Go.

January 23

Jenny vs The Kiwi, round 2

RE: Not the last blog, but the one before it.
 
Tonight, my friends, I decided to challenge myself. I decided to face my fears, and take the bull by the horns, or kiwi by the spoon as it so happened.
 
And this time, I triumphed. Oh, if only you had seen it! I sliced it in half with all the bravado of a very brave person. I dug my spoon into it's flesh, relishing in it's gory glory (See what I did there! Badoom boom chic). Did I wince as I took the first mouthful? Never! Did I give up when the kiwi, in a last attempt at retaining his pride in a very Monty-Python's-Black-Knight manner, bled kiwi-juice all over my homework, which I am currently avoiding by writing this blog? No, I did not! For I, my friends, am the VICTOR.
 
But that doesn't mean that my name is now Victor. Heavens, that would make me sound like a vampire!
 
The only thing that puzzles me is why I found the kiwi I tried to eat before so challenging. I have come up with a few ideas:
  1. It was a mutant.
  2. It was a suicide-kiwi, planted in our fruit bowl by the Mother Kiwi, in an attempt to break my spirit and stop me from attacking their kind ever again.
  3. It wasn't ripe yet.
  4. It was one of those plastic kiwis my mother bought from Lakeland.

I'm not entirely sure. All seem perfectly plausable to me.

Anyway, I'm going to go do a tribal dance or something, then I might consider writing that stupid essay.

January 22

A letter to the person who packages HP Photo printing paper.

Dear Sir/Madam,
I wish to register a complaint, and it's not about a dead parrot. It has come to my attention that HP Photo paper is packaged in a most unsuitable manner. Let me explain. A few days ago, I was printing off roughly 70 pictures. I took a new packet of your product, opened it up, and, after deciding which way I should put the paper in the printer so that the pictures would be printed on the correct side, put the entire packet in the printer. I pressed print, and then left the printer to it's own devices. On my return, I noted that the photos had finished printing, which made me happy.
What made me unhappy was when I realised that approximately 12 pages of the paper had been upside down, thus wasting 12 A4 pages of colour ink.
I cannot comprehend why 12 pages of the photo paper would be placed faced the opposite way up to the rest of the paper. Please do explain this to me - I would be much delighted to understand why the paper should be packaged in such an irregular fashion!
You twat.
So, along with the explanation, I would be much more satisfied customer if you could pay me about £500, to cover the cost of the ink wasted, the life of my printer which has been wasted, the shitty low paid job I get as a result of failing my Highers due to having to stay up for 230948265908 hours printing those pages off again, and the severe emotional damage caused by your incompetence.
Thank you,
Jenny Laahs
 
In case anyone was wondering, the pictures were for a scrap book I helped put together for Shannon, who is moving to England. I'm going to take a break from my normal not-really-about-my-social-life bloggage and list my three favourite Shannon memories, in no particular order:
  • Enchilladas! Yep, we bought them, cooked them, and ate them. Bliss.
  • The Easter Holidays 2005, which we spent roughly 75% of up at Nikki's house playing Switch.
  • When we (and Vicky) handed out leaflets for Hen Men at the Edinburgh Festival, and then went to see the show. Fun fun!

That took deep thought to choose just three... Haha, I'll never forget the first time I met her. It was in first year, and Menai and I were going to the chip shop at lunch time, when we bumped into Shannon who didn't know where the chip shop was and had managed to get herself lost. Ah, nostalgia.

So anyway, last night we went to The Mission, as it is Shannon's last weekend, and it was pish, surprise surprise. I hate that stupid place. However, I had the following encounter with a crazy intoxicated lesbian, who I've never met before in my life. A few of us had stepped up onto the stage, and, after realising it was even pisher on the stage than it was on the main floor, we went back down. As we walked along in single file, I was at the back, and this girl just started hugging me:

Crazy Girl: *hug* Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiya!
Me: ???????????? *wtf mate, who the fuck is this?*
Crazy Girl: *something which I didn't hear*
Me: Say wha now?
Crazy Girl: I said, ohmigod you're absolutely lovely!
Me: ............oh, um, thank you...?
Crazy Girl: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Nope.
Crazy Girl: Omg, that's unbelievable, you TOTALLY deserve a boyfriend, you're just so lovely!
Me: *looks around in hope of rescue squad, or at the very least, the men in white coats* ...thanks?!
Crazy Girl: *thumbs up*
Me: *thumbs up*
Then I ran away and caught up with my friends.

That totally made my day.

That, and the beads I bought in the Topshop sale earlier.

Anyway, I'm sorry for the general lack of and shittiness of my recent bloggage. Myspazzz and the Forum are, quite frankly, more interesting.

 

Listen to: Joshua Radin - Closer. It's a bloody good song. You can hear it on my myspace page, there's a link on the left somewhere.

 

Does anyone have any songs by Ladyfuzz that they want to send me? (it's a band, before you think anything else. Oh god, think of the searches I'm going to get.)

Hmm. I want to spice up this blog a bit, as it's no doubt really boring and shit, especially for the people who don't actually know me or Shannon or anyone, so I thought I'd stick a joke on the end. Trouble is, I can't think of any. So you'll just have to imagine there's a joke here unless someone tells me a decent one.

Chow.

January 13

Ben, and another revelation.

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The stupid pissing photo upload isn't working. So, Ben, there's a couple of pictures of you at camp. Hope you're happy now! *metaphorical-sticking-out-of-the-tongue-and-blowing-a-raspberry*

 

And, in an attempt to flesh out this blog a little, I've realised something else.

 

I can't eat kiwis.

 

And it's not for lack of trying, either. I just got a mouthful of kiwi-hair. And, believe it or not, it's not quite as tasty as you might expect.

 

 

 Oh, and I just want to add that I love Take That - Back For Good. And I know you all love it too. I just have the balls to admit it to the internet.

January 10

A revelation.

 
 
After about two years of musing and deep thinking, I've finally realised. I've finally realised what it is that my hairspray smells like.
 
 
 
 
It's Blue WKD, incase you were wondering.
December 25

An interview with Happy Elf Number 29830946.

I found a website where you can chat online to one of Santa's elves. I chose to chat with a happy elf called Bif. Here's how it went.
 
I sat at my laptop, pen metaphorically poised, as the welcome message of "Please wait while Bif comes to his computer" glared at me from the screen. Eventually, a small round elf made his way onto the screen, (wearing, bizarrely enough, a sun visor) and greeted me:
 
Bif: Hello? Who's there?
JL: Hi, I'm Jenny Laahs, I'm here to interview you?
Bif: Hi :)
JL: So, tell me, how long have you worked here at the North Pole?
B: It is not my business to tell you things. I am just a humble elf.
JL: Then why the hell did you agree to an interview?
B: Ah, so you like Pokemon?
JL: Excuse me? Don't you be going off on a tangent now.
Bif: You don't want me to do that?
JL: No, Bif, I do not. Please let us stay on topic.
Bif: Oh, let's talk about the usual stuff.
JL: Ok. Do you have any hobbies?
Bif: I see.
JL: What?
Bif: I've been helping Santa for very many years.
JL: Bif, I asked you that question about 5 minutes ago.
Bif: Wow - bif  you asked i that question about 5 minutes ago? What made you think of that?
JL: Never mind. I see that I am also able to talk to your fellow elf, Bonnie?
Bif: Do you have any hobbies?
JL: Hey, buster, I'm the one asking the questions here.
Bif: Are you trying to rain on my parade?
JL: No, but I will. SHORTARSE!
Bif: I don't think no  but you will  shortarse, but I can't be 100% sure of that.
JL: You're not even making sense now.
Bif: So what have you been up to lately?
JL: *sigh*
Bif: I had candy for breakfast, what did you have?
JL: That's not very healthy. I had weetabix.
Bif: How old are you?
JL: How old are YOU?
Bif: I'm 823 years old.
JL: ...oh.
Bif: When I'm not in the mailroom, I love playing with toys - especially trains!
JL: Surely you're a little bit old for playing with toys?
Bif: We have a lot of really heavy snowstorms up here.
JL: You'd expect that, it being the North Pole, wouldn't you? Oh, I guess you didn't expect it. You are wearing a sun visor after all, for Christ's sake.
Bif: Yes I did.
JL: ...lies.
Bif: If you send a letter to Santa, I'll make sure he gets it!
JL: Um, thanks.
Bif: You're welcome.
JL: *thinks* Wow, he finally made sense. Which means it's probably not long before he spontaneously combusts with the effort, so I'd better get going.
JL: Well, um, thanks for your time, Bif, I'm going to leave now.
Bif: Heh! I don't care whether well  thanks for my time  bif  you must leave now or not!
JL: Oh, for God's sake. ME GO NOW.
Bif: I don't think oh  for god is sake  you go now  at all!
JL: *leaves*
 
Well, it's officially Christmas now. What did Santa bring you?
Ho ho ho. Meeeerry Christmas.
 
By the way, if someone left a comment on your space under the name of Santa, it definitely wasn't me. Nope. No way.
 
*Note to self* - Never try to have a coherent conversation with an elf again. The damn things are deluded. This is probably as a result of listening to Christmas Songs 365 days a year.
December 17

All I want for Christmas is...well, not one of these things, that's for sure.

Ah, it's that time of year again: sleigh bells ringing, snow is falling, That Crap Slade Song is spamming the airwaves again. And with this season comes the almost traditional unwanted gifts. Here's a list of what I don't want to see this Christmas.
  1. A partridge in a pear tree. I don't really foresee anyone actually giving me one of these, but seriously, of what use are they to anyone? I mean, fair enough if I lived in a climate suitable for growing pears in, but I don't think the pure Baltic winds of Linlithgow are all that good. Don't want no smelly partridge either. This'd go on eBay.

 

  1. A recorder, ocarina, or any other plastic instrument. The noise of hell itself.

 

  1. Incense. I have more of the stuff than I do hair follicles.

 

  1. War being "over" for the nth time (but only if you really want it). And, while I'm on the subject, I think they've all gathered that it's Christmas by now. These two little nuggets of information seem to have bypassed all of the shops and radio stations that play these songs repeatedly. Get over it. "And so this is Christmas, and what have you done?" Um, not much, invaded a few countries and blew a few things up, but yes, this year I really DO want war to be over. Honest.

 

  1. And while I'm on that (musical) note, Westlife. You Raise Me Up is god awful. It is a DISEASE RIDDEN TURD in musical form. It is an example of the awful depths to which the music scene has sunk. It will, undoubtedly, reach Christmas Number 1.

 

  1. Those slightly rather ridiculous decorations. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the odd tree or fairy light (Scrooge, me? Never.) but I think houses like this are taking it a bit far:

 

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 Also, I'm not exactly sure what the owners of this house were going for:

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To me, he looks positively suicidal. 

  1. Anything associated with Nickelback. Die, die now, you mongrels.

 

  1. A pig, whether real or toy. I hate pigs. They repulse me. They are not cute. At all. Ever. How can you people possibly find something that snorts attractive? Or something with a slimy snuffly snout? Eurgh. (Sorry Ailbhe!)

 

  1. A tellybox permanently tuned to bid-up tv. I don't know who makes these, or how I would end up receiving one, but I don't want one. Ever.

 

  1. More Crazy Frog stuff. However, I don't want more Crazy Frog stuff to be spawned from the company that is Satan in business form, Jamster, not because I find him annoying, not because I want to spork out his eyes and feed them to a pig, which are indeed disgusting creatures, and not because his bading-ding-ding's make my ears want to vomit (haha Phill, STOLE! *cough*). No, I want him to be banished to eternal hell because I am SICK TO BLOODY DEATH of everyone moaning about how annoying they find him. Get over it, already.

Well, since this blog has probably made me sound like the love child of Scrooge and the Grinch, I'd like to wish everyone reading a Merry Christmas. And, for the record, if anyone wants to get me Frou Frou's album, Chad Kroeger's head on a silver platter, or the Scrubs box sets, I'd be very thankingful.

Oh, and I lied. I like Christmas songs. Sorry.

[EDIT] When I say I like Christmas songs, I mean the good ones. And yes, HT, that includes Wham!.

December 05

Celebrate good times.

Come on! Doo do doo do do doo doo dooooo.
 
*cough*
 
Yais.
 
Today, my friends, is the first anniversary of my first blog. It's been a long hard journey, but I feel both myself and my blog have grown considerably over the year, not just physically, but as PEOPLE. *sobs hysterically*
Hang on, that's not right...
 
And so, here is a collection of my favourite blog-moments from the past year.
 
12th February
"I just got a love heart that says, "Just say no!". WHAT THE HELL?"
 
15th May
"Oh no! I just put my full name on t'internet! Now I am going to get abducted by a paedophile who will first rape me, then pull out my gut through my ears and wear it as an attractive belt."
 
31st July
"This is bullshit. OH FUCK I THOUGHT A SWEAR WORD IN CHURCH! OH CRAP I DID IT AGAIN. Oh fu.....poo.
At least I didn't think about sex or anything like that... oh fuck. DAMN!"
 
19th August
"Gavin: Look! I have a new pet! *shows me the spider on the palm of his hand*
Me: Cool! What are you going to call him?
Gavin: *thinks* I think I will call him..... DEADBOY! *claps hands*"
 
2nd October
"Pilot: This looks interesting.
Crew Member: Define interesting...
Pilot: We are all going to crash and die.
Crew Member: Shit one. *switches on intercom* "Ladies and gentlemen, there may be some turbulence... and explosions."
 
18th October
"Well howDAY y'all! I be ablogging from tha state of Florida, which of course is famed for it's typical hillbilly style colloquial language."
 
"[On Scotland and it's people] It's such a shame we can't excel at more critically acclaimed activities, such as football, or golf. We can win at Fear Factor, we can spawn incredible numbers of increasingly violent neds (chavs), we can give the world Franz Ferdinand, we can invent the television, eat sheeps innards, but can we kick a ball into a net? Don't be stupid."
 
25th October
"Those cunts in their SUVs. They think they own the roads, that they can do whatever they want - run over a Ford Focus at 100mph, take shortcuts through lakes, tear through crowded malls, invade Poland."
 
 
I'd like to thank everyone who's ever left me a comment, to whoever kept hitting the RSS feed which gave me about 67% of my hits, God, Bill Gates, Bill Bailey, Bill & Ben, the 120349825 people who reached my blog by searching "seeeex" on Google, Karishma and Shelagh for nagging me to update a few times, everyone who ever linked to me, and everyone who participated in any competitions or games I had. (On that note, please, please, SOMEONE go continue the Pirate Story...)
You are all wonderful, wonderful people, and for that I offer you a piece of cake from the (rather exclusive) birthday party I'm hosting for my blog. (Don't worry, I'm not really that sad...)
 
Um, don't join The Forum Whatever. Your social life will never forgive you.
 
To another year! (maybe...)
Jen x
 
 
[EDIT] Hang on a cotton pickin' minute. What are these funkee white specks that are appearing on my phone photos? (No insinuations please...)
November 27

Happy birthday...

to me. And my long lost twin, Jimi Hendrix, who would be 63 today.
 
Shut up. He IS my twin.
 
Depsite being 47 years older than me.
...and black.
...and American.
 
He IS.
 
I'll update properly later.
October 26

OO It's Hallowe'en Time!

When I was younger, I hated Hallowe'en. Without a doubt, it was my least favourite day of the year. Why? It scared the shit out of me. Sure, I would go trick or treating with my friends, apple dookin', that other game where you eat the doughnuts off string dangling from the air (anyone know what that one is called?) but I dreaded the night. I was always SO SCARED that a vampire or a witch would come and attack me while I slept. I don't know why I didn't worry so much about any other kinds of ghoulies - perhaps they seemed too far fetched to my young self. Anyway, when I heard that vampires were scared of garlic, I took it upon myself to get some garlic to keep beside me while I slept on Hallows Eve. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any, so I settled for a toy plastic onion. Well, they're almost the same thing, aren't they? So I sat up all night, clutching "Big Ted" and my plastic onions, absolutely shiting myself that I was going to get my blood sucked out of my neck or kidnapped on the back of a broomstick if I let my guard down.
 
I have since matured.
 
Either way, I was incredibly nervous and paranoid as a child. Why, after watching my first ever horror movie (and I say horror lightly), which was Mars Attacks! at my older cousins birthday party, I had nightmares for two years after that, and I'm not exaggerating. Two years. Every night without fail. I was only 6 at the time, but I believed every thing I saw on that screen. As for the paranoid part, well, in primary 6 we did a project in class about space. I live fairly near an airport. While I tried to sleep, I imagined that every single airplane I heard was a meteor zooming directly towards my bed. I also used to be scared of parked cars. I thought that when I crossed the road, they would suddenly rush forward and knock me over.
 
Competition!
 
Enough about my silly childish antics. My point is, it's less than a week til Hallowe'en, and I think it would be a good idea if everyone sent me pictures of them dressed up in their Hallowe'en outfit. If I can make this Hallowe'en funny, perhaps I can banish those previous memories for good! Not that I'm still scared or anything. *shifty eyes*
I might be joking here...
 
Anyway, here's the deal:
  • You, the blog reader, will either email, link to, or post a blog containing a picture which has something to do with Hallowe'en. Make it funny, creepy, genuinly scary, whatever you please. If you don't want to do a picture, you could write a poem, or make a story. I don't care, I want entries! As long as it's creative and Hallowe'en related.
  • On the 1st November, I will choose my favourites.
  • Not sure what the prize will be. Any ideas? I will definitely promote the winner(s) for a while, but perhaps something more will go down well? We will see.

Please enter! Spread the word, and don't forget to check out my last blog, which I am covering up by writing this :(

Sorry for the short notice, I only decided to do this today. If there hasn't been a decent amount of entries by Tuesday then I will extend it for a few more days.

Ghoulies, Ghosties and plastic onions,
Jenny

 

CASPER THE FRIENDLY GHOST! I LOVED HIM! *and a-singing* Casper the friendly ghost, the friendliest ghost you know! The grownups might look at him with fright, but the children love him so!

October 25

Tales of a Scotsgirl in Florida - The Aftermath!

I just went on the MSN home page, only to be greeted by a Sainsbury's shopping list. Hopefully this is not some sort of new version of that darn tootin' paperclip. Or possibly the next Jamster character! Hahaha, I can see it now:
"I'm a shopping list!
So helpful and...not pissed?
Every little helps!
Oh shit, that's Tesco
Fa la la, lala la la!"
Perhaps not. Anyway the little shopping list didn't say anything, merely winked in a manner which suggested "I can help you! You can trust me! I'm so not going to force anti-Tesco propaganda on you and force you to shop at Sainsburys!" and then scooted off to the corner of an advert for Sainsburys, presumably trying to draw my attention towards it. Whatever. I ignored it, just to spite them.
 
As you have probably gathered, I have returned from Floridada, safe from the wrath of that Hurricane Wilma thing. The journey home was fine, but I stupidly watched the Fantastic Four, which is quite clearly anything but fantastic. In fact, it's god damn awful. Horrible, horrible film. So bad it goes right past good and back to bad again. Anyway, the holiday in general was ok, but there was a severe lack of people under 35 in our hotel, which left me slightly lonely. So what happened between my blog and my journey home?
Well, as I mentioned in part 1, we went to Downtown Disney for a day. This was good, despite the funkee little guitar shop I knew and loved having disappeared. However, I did not dwell on this, but focused my attentions on the Christmas shop. Actually, I didn't go in it, it just fascinates me that they can justify having a Christmas shop open all year round. What fascinated me even more than that was the signs up at Pleasure Island which read "Happy New Year!". I don't think I even need to say what is wrong with that. There is also a massive Virgin Megastore at Downtown Disney. What made me chuckle was their display in the middle of the shop - a Best of British section, at which they were selling not only albums by, t-shirts of and books about British bands, but tins of Heinz Baked Beans, Irn Bru and PG Tips. That is quite clearly an excellent summary of Britain.
 
One of the stories I have been telling everyone today is the story about my brother in Subway and the plastic bag incident. My brother, being autistic, likes routines. His lunchtime routine is as follows: once he has eaten his sandwich (which is, inevitably, Sunpat smooth peanut butter on Tesco medium sliced wholemeal bread with the crusts cut off) he likes to blow up the plastic bag that it was in, and burst it, thus creating a loud bang. Well, I'm sure you are all aware how paranoid the Americans are about bombs and guns. I swear to god, the way they all screamed, I thought they were about to dive under the tables. The metaphorical cherry on top is that there was a couple of policepeople in the queue. I wouldn't have been surprised if they had whipped out their guns, screaming "EVERYBODY FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR BIATCH"
For God's sake, why would anyone want to blow up a Subway diner?
Paranoia, anyone?
 
Something I noticed is how different all the motorways are over there. Not only is there about 2340231 more lanes than over here, but people seem to like treating them like that motorway in Germany where there is no speed limit. Especially those cunts in their SUVs. They think they own the roads, that they can do whatever they want - run over a Ford Focus at 100mph, take shortcuts through lakes, tear through crowded malls, invade Poland.
Of course, they get away with it, because everyone is scared THEY will get run over. GET SOME BALLS!
 
Here's a fun fact for you all - according to Popworld, a U2 fan dies every four seconds. I see this as a valid reason not to like U2. However, I feel the facts may be a little shaky, considering that it's common knowledge that someone dies every two seconds. From this, we can assume that apparently half of the world's population is a U2 fan. Consider the fact the other half of the world is probably all the third world countries and others who have never heard of U2, we can deduce that every single person in the world who has heard of U2 is a fan. This strikes me as BULLSHIT.
Damn you Simon Amstell!
 
Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year,
Jenny *mwah*
 
Oh, you may have noticed I have changed the theme. Thanks to all that voted. Both of you. Oh, I really shouldn't steal Mr. Jamieson's jokes like that! I've also changed the song, so it's no longer the wonderful Kylie cover, which, by the way, is by Jack L, should anyone want to try and *legally* get a copy of it. Who can guess what song the new one is a cover of?
October 18

Tales of a Scotsgirl in.... Florida!

Well howDAY y'all! I be ablogging from tha state of Florida, which of course is famed for it's typical hillbilly style colloquial language. Let's hope the Florida version of "Tales of a Scotsgirl..." is a little better than the Lanzarote version.
America. FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!! *sings other Team America songs until is shot with tranquilliizer dart* *cough* I mean... God bless it. It really is fucking insane. I mean, I know I should have worked that out already, this being my 7th visit across the pond, my 3rd in Florida alone. The madness seems a little more extreme than last time. For example, the other night, we ordered a child's portion of chicken strips and chips for my little brother (who, incidentally, is no longer little). I was a little surprised when this so called "Kid's meal" turned out to be THREE chicken fillets in breadcrumbs, on top of a heaped plateful of chips. The funny part is that along with this, we had ordered another kid's portion of chicken and chips for my mother, an extra portion of chips (in case the children's meals had hardly any) and two pizzas, which turned out to be 12". Thankfully, this was all room service, so we were spared the embarrasment of asking for multiple doggy bags. I shouldn't have been surprised at this at all, though. As Eoin so rightly put it, "That's America, baby", as he sped off in a convertable wearing shades and listening to some cool rock soundtrack. Well, he didn't do that, but it would have added some damn good effect if he had.
 
In the supermarket the other day, I realised that if you want to purchase a bottle of Pepsi in the USA, you have 33 choices. Once you have chosen your bottle size (2 litres, 24 fl oz or 20 fl oz), there are the following varieties:
  • Pepsi
  • Caffeine free Pepsi
  • Diet Pepsi
  • Diet Caffeine free Pepsi
  • Pepsi One (A variety apparently containing only one calorie. One calorie per litre? Glass? Drop? SPECIFY, BITCHES!)
  • Wild Cherry Pepsi
  • Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi
  • Lime Pepsi
  • Diet Lime Pepsi
  • Vanilla Pepsi
  • Diet Vanilla Pepsi

You will notice the lack of Pepsi Max and Pepsi Twist. These Americans are clearly above our puerile little attempts at variety in sodas.
The same supermarket also had 7 rows devoted entirely to Gatorade.

So what have I done in this wonderful state? Well, what DO you do in Florida when you have a younger brother? As far as my family is concerned, we have no choice but to go theme parking. Trouble is, we were in Florida last summer and did all the theme parks about 349825 times each, so there's not really anything new...

Seriously though, walking around these theme parks, the majority of the Americans you see are either obese or anorexic. Though I suppose it's not surprising, given the vast meals, and the fact that a single Krispy Kreme contains 22g of saturated fat. I KNOW. How utterly repulsive. Still, reluctant as I am to eat one again within the next few decades, they are damn good.
Usually, I feel no sympathy for the obese people. Unless they have a medical problem, it's usually their own fault, from lack of exercise and/or excess food. But what really made me feel sad was when a rather overweight guy infront of me in the queue for Kraken (a rollercoaster at Seaworld) couldn't go on the ride because he was too big to get the restraint bar thing over himself. This guy had queued for about 45 minutes, only to get turned away because he was too fat, and had to watch his friends go off on the ride without him. One of his friends didn't go on the ride to keep him company, and as he walked past me I could hear him saying to her"I'm going home. I have to go home. I'm going home" over and over again.

One highlight of today though was the Fear Factor Live show. This is basically a live version of Fear Factor, surprise surprise, where audience members perform stunts not unlike those Bush Tucker Trials or whatever that they did on I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here! Anyway, there was 6 contestants in the show: 4 Americans, an English guy, and a Scottish guy. It was practically like the fahkin' American Revolution or something, with everyone rooting for their home turf. The English guy was out in the first round. Haha :P The Scottish guy sailed through each round, coming first spectacularly in everything, and no, I'm not lying. This, of course, was rather excellent, and put a rather subdued gloom over the Americans in the theatre. What made it even better is that while all the contestants were 20s, early 30s, the Scottish guy was a balding, white haired grandfather. And he kicked their butts! Bitchin'. It's such a shame we can't excel at more critically acclaimed activities, such as football, or golf. We can win at Fear Factor, we can spawn incredible numbers of increasingly violent neds (chavs), we can give the world Franz Ferdinand, we can invent the television, eat sheeps innards, but can we kick a ball into a net? Don't be stupid.

Anyway, obviously there's been more stuff, but I'm gonna go crash now. Going to spend the day at Downtown Disney tomorrow, which should be good, especially with that rather massive Virgin Megastore and the guitar shop they have there. Oh, I finished my book yesterday, and I stupidly only brought one with me. It's "Dead Famous" by Ben Elton, and is now one of my favourite books ever. No, THE best book ever. It's a sort of parody of the whole Big Brother, reality TV scenario, where one of the housemates is murdered during a task, and turns into a big whodunnit. It's very very funny and gripping. What's more, I managed to guess the murderer correctly. Hooray! Anyway, go buy it now, enjoy the October break, and I will no doubt blog at some point to tell you all more about my adventures, because I know you are all riveted.

Respect, big time! Wicked. Big up Ben Elton! Hahahaa, I love that book!
Jenny

 

Oh, and by the way, I got my 10,000th hit. Sorry Karishma, but it was from a porn search from Google. I could promote Google for a while, but frankly I think everyone already knows about it, and porn, well that's just old news.

October 11

I've got a plum, but I'm not a plumber.

I've got a rock but I'm not a rocker, I've got a stone but I'm not a stoner, I've got a dick but I'm not a dictator. (Please note, these are not appropriate for myself, me being female and therefore lacking male genitilia. Ha, my whole chemistry class knows I have no balls. Just see this blog.)
If anyone can think of any more doodahs like that, please tell me!
 
In English, we have just finished reading the play "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller, and watched the film, which inevitably means we start writing essays on the damn thing now. "The Crucible" is basically about the witch hunts in Salem in 1692, which is interesting enough on it's own. However, the play was boring, possibly due to the uninterested monotones which read it out. Apart from Iona, who was almost enthusiastic about the whole shebang! My English teacher assured us though that the film was rather excellent, and that the protagonist John Proctor was a sexy beast. I'll let you be the judge of that.
Wow, I only just realised that it was Winona Ryder who played Abigail... Man, I'm slow. Yais, the film was pish. Proctor swooping about the town with his hat and hooked nose looking like a Van Helsing in baggy farmer trousers. Anyway, there was a point to this, but I have forgotten it. Bummer.
My teacher made a point about religion which really got me thinking, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Ach, I'm getting forgetful in my old age.
 
Another thing which made me think is the comment that Rachel left on the last blog, vis a vis gay pengiuns:
"I heard the only animals to get pleasure from sex are humans and dolphins so my question is 'can an animal still be gay if you have no sexual feelings?' that's a bit tricky isn't it? The whole point is to mate and reproduce so do gay penguins still have sex with female penguins for the sake of carrying on their species whilst still having a penguin boyfriend on the side? How does it work? This dilemma is making me crrrazy."
 
Anyone got any thoughts, or facts on this?
 
Anyway, the main point of this blog is that I am close to finally reaching 10,000 hits! As I am writing this blog, my counter stands at 9795. I have decided that if I can track down the person who gives me my 10 000th hit, I will promote them for 10 blogs! Unforunately, the only way I can do this is if the person leaves me a comment. So to prevent it seeming like I am only doing this to get comments, I'll promote the person who leaves a comment nearest to the time of my 10 000th hit. Hooray! Cake and biscuits for all!
 
Oh, I have changed the song. I'm sure many of you may be familiar with it. Who likes? (Many thanks to Ailbhe for making that album up for me :D)
 
I'm going to leave you with a joke that my dad told on Sunday, which, incidentally, was his birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY VATER!
One of George Bush's right hand men had some news to tell him.
"George, bad news. We've killed three Brazilians in Iraq."
George was appalled, and replied:
"Oh God. How on EARTH am I going to tell this to the nation?" He then sat silently, pondering his POA. His right hand man was confused, and asked:
"Sir, why are you worrying about telling this to the nation? It's not THAT big a deal..."
To which George replied:
"Hang on. How many is in a brazillian?"
 
Boom, boom. If anyone doesn't get it I'll be happy to explain.
Jenny xxx
 
And a big HELLO to Andy, and thank you for the comment which didn't work, and was going to read something along the lines of "I LOVE UR BLOG! TIS AMAZINGLY WITTY LIKE ME!!! COME ON THE SNED". This is, of course, not Andy Lawson, who poured a corrosive liquid over my arm today in an attempt to KILL ME.
...maybe.
October 03

Apparently your big toe is the same length as your ear. Seems to be true, try it yourself. No, not that bit of your ear, dumbass, the bit where it's attached to your head. Duh.

Apologies for that last blog, it really is excessively long. And nothing to do with Whoopi Goldberg's lack of eyebrows. Sorry.
 
So, yesterday I sat down at the piano and found myself playing the Star Wars theme. Fancy that! (On the Star Wars note, y'all should check out THIS) The chords struck me as familiar, and stirred an old memory - no, not a memory of one of the 12043980935 various Star Wars thingummys. I have managed to avoid seeing ANY of the films. For almost 15 whole years! Isn't that impressive. No, it reminded me that I had the sheet music for Star Wars somewhere. So I found the book which contained it - "Bugs Bunny's Birthday Music Book", a book which celebrates 50 years of Warner Brothers, and contains a selection of Children's Songs, Love songs and Ballads, Show Standards, Film and TV Themes, and Pop Songs. Woop de doo, Basil. As I scanned over the contents, one title in particular caught my eye. "What ho!" I thought, and flicked to the appropriate page. Here is what I found:
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Yes, nothing but the Beverly Hills Cop theme. Wonderful, of course, just wonderful, last time I watched that was up at the Redmond's "humble" (read: overly massive, gods sake I hate you and I'm going to kill you and steal your house) crib. Of course, after finding this, I had no choice but to run to my keyboard, record it and shove it up on me space. You can hear the result by clicking on that ever so delightful Windows Media Player up in the corner. I think it's rather snazzy myself. Sorry for all the mistakes, I couldn't be fucked redoing it.
 
I have another picture for you today. Aren't you the lucky one! This is from the Schuh magazine I picked up on Saturday:
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Do I even need to point out everything that is wrong with this? Chav is NOT chic. Chav is Chav, and chav is scum. What David Beckham wears is not traditional Chav attire. One part of the article reads: "On first impressions, this look appears flung together, but on closer inspection it is clear that careful consideration has been given to each and every item" EXCUSE ME? I'm sorry, but that really isn't the impression I get from the average chav. If there are any chavs out there who disagree, feel free to correct/bawl at/FUKIN START SUM'HIN WI' me.
 
God, I really hate these free magazines sometimes.
 
Speaking of free magazines, here's an article from the Metro from ages ago, which I only just remembered about.
 
Penguins 'have a right to be gay'

Gay campaigners are demanding that a zoo stops trying to force its [complete with blatant grammar blunder. You would think a journalist might have some sort of standards] gay penguins fo go straight. Bosses at Bremerhaven Zoo in Germany flew in female penguins from Austria to tempt its [and again] males after discovering most were in same-sex relationships and not producing offspring. But gay pressure group HOSI attacked 'the attempts to interfere in their natural instincts of these birds'. So far, the gay penguins have not been tempted.

 

Cor blimey, Guv, surely there's some sort of moral issue there? Also, what a stupid way to try and solve the problem. It's like going "I know! I'll put all the homosexual males in a room with lots of heterosexual females, and voila! Soon there will be little heterosexual babies crawling up the walls!". Except they are penguins, not people. Good on the penguins for standing up for their (anal) beliefs! Perhaps the Germans will resort to their old ways of cutting the penguins up to see what makes them gay. I get the feeling that may raise a few moral issues as well. Oh well.

I'm going to close the interactive theme vote in a few days, so if you haven't voted yet, scroll down and do your thang!

Well, this is another excessively long blog, but since it's got big pictures I think you can all forgive me. And buy me presents.

Pip, pip.
Jen xxx