please mrs bulter,

this boy derek drew,

keeps copying my work miss,

what should i do?

go and sit in the hall, dear.

go and sit in the sink.

take your books on the roof my lamb,

do whatever you think.

please mrs bulter,

this boy derek drew,

keeps taking my rubber miss,

what should i do?

keep it in your hand, dear.

hide it up your vest.

swallow it if you like, my love.

do whatever you think is best.

please mrs bulter,

this boy derek drew,

keeps calling me rude names miss,

what should i do?

lock yourself in a cupboard, dear,

run away to sea.

do whatever you can, my flower,

but don't ask me.

- allan ahlberg (he's my favourite)

georgia asked me what my favourite short stories were today, and i don't really like short stories but i LOVE nonsense poetry. my mom used to read it all to me when i was little so when i was looking up the names of the poets she was giving me i recognised all the stuff! i never knew i knew so much about children's poetry. i definitely want to take the children's literature module next year.

hello world, i'm your wild girl. i'm your cherrybomb.

“I’ve never understood why so many men have allowed themselves to be brainwashed by the feminazi myth machine into believing that rape is such a serious crime … Rape is simply sex. Women enjoy sex, so rape cannot be such a terrible physical ordeal.

To suggest that rape, when conducted without violence, is a serious crime is like suggesting that forcefeeding a woman chocolate cake is a heinous offence. A woman would be more inconvenienced by having her handbag snatched.

The demonisation of rape is all part of the feminazi desire to obtain power and mastery over men. Men who go along with the rape myth are either morons or traitors.”

Nick Eriksen, senior BNP leader (via Women more troubled by bag theft than rape, BNP candidate claims | Mayor)

this man is disgusting. DISGUSTING.

i wonder what this country is coming too when we have people who open their mouths and say idiotic things like this.

twat.

all i want is a room somewhere .

i think it's about time i introduced you to a hero of mine.

molly ringwald.

she is a very important woman in my life.

watch pretty in pink. you won't regret it.

actually you might. the fashion is awful.

but entertaining.

needless to say. i'm going to watch it again.

i love the eighties.

rainbow rose

these roses are grown this way. they are handdyed by injecting the stalk in four different places while they are growing.

i can't do it alone.

i hope you realise that a lot of my blog titles are from musicals at the moment. there is a reason for this. it's cause i have a musical playlist on spotify and i am completely addicted.

okay. i am afaird i am going to go on yet another rant. and yes it is about my flatmates. again.

i have NO cutlery and NO clean plates.

i have not had clean big plates since gee was here almost two weeks ago.

which, jsyk, i cleaned and put away before i left and when i got back they were used.

basically, i just went into the kitchen to make myself a bit of pitta bread, and i was confronted with this lovely image. my kitchen. is a TIP. and that is only half of the washing up. my cupboard is EMPTY and i try to keep as much of my own stuff clean as possible and if it's not clean it's hidden in my room so no one else has to see my mess. mam says that mess stresses people out, so the fact i have to live like this is just not helping my mood like one bit. i don't even know how i am going to eat dinner tonight since all my stuff is dirty and like other people have been using it.

i just said to margot that i thought the kitchen needed to be sorted and she told me, and i quote that i "needed to sort myself." and that "we all live together so i needed to take some initive." IT'S NOT MY MESS. IT IS YOURS. AND I HAVE TO LIVE IN IT. YOU ARE USING MY STUFF THEN LEAVING IT DIRTY AND EXPECTING ME TO WASH IT AND WHEN I DO YOU JUST USE IT AGAIN.

i am THIS close to just washing all my own stuff then moving everything i own out of the kitchen and keeping it all in a cupboard in my room.

wish me luck the same to you.

bee. bethan. nineteen. english student. a musical lover. awakening spring. a lover of glee. crazy. loving. ambitious. gentle. vampire crazy. smart. on the twilight fence. harry potter nutter. wishes she were a gryffindor. but is probably a hufflepuff. cute photograph collector. amatuer at everything. hasn't found what she is good at yet. singer. well. maybe. skinny dipping in the twyi at midnight. bare feet in the sand. working by candlelight. a cup of cofee each and every morning. ice cream fiend. film lover. movie nights with friends. giggling sessions. sunsets on cold winter days. snowy fridays. in daylight. in sunsets. in cups of coffee. in inches. in miles. in laughter. in strife. five hundred, twentyfive thousand, six hundred minutes. how do you measure a year in the life?