My favourite commercial? I always liked the ones that had a song/jingle (yes, there is a difference)......although the Tango ones were quite good.....until they got banned because kids were slapping each other in playgrounds. I think if I had to pick one, it'd be the Um Bongo adverts. Because they were weird and made little sense and you won't find a child of the Nineties (here in England at least) that doesn't vaguely remember it.

Um Bongo, Um Bongo, they drink it in the Congo....

www.youtube.com/watch

So....yeah.

I don't remember when the last time I posted on here was.
Thankfully....my flist is made up of communities or people who don't post very often.

So,update:

• still single
• finished first year of uni
• made new friends
• finally did a London Expo,am now addicted
• have a house for next year
• heading home in a week or so
• still addicted to hetalia
• dead computer still dead
• addicted to twitter

Could probably say more.
 

CBA,to be honest.

So

It's been a while since I've written anything here.

I hate dial up. Give me back my broadband!
 

.....seriously Vinnie,you're the reason behind my last plethora of posts.

What the hell man?! Stop controlling my mind!


S'cuse me while I revel in getting Susie into a kids' show (not that you'd think that if you saw the ep with Starling in and the oh so very blatant lesbian undertones. And the rather blatant homoerotic ones in all the others I'm looking at you Finn,with your falling on the other boys and flamboyantness and shiz.

Storm Hawks ftw,dude.

Sat in my room in my uni flat ignoring the Crim Law stuff I should do for tomorrow cus that's how I roll. Reading week next week ^^.
However,lots of assessed stuff to do. I know I've already said this but bleh.

Thing ganked from Vin:
Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real ... nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.

Then Publish your note.

Have Fun!

1. What is your name: Sarah

2. A four-letter word: Shoe

3. A boy's name: Steven

4. A girl's name : Susie

5. An occupation: Solicitor

6. A color: Scarlet

7. Something you wear: Shirt

8. A food: Spaghetti

9. Something found in the bathroom: Soap

10. A place: Shrewsbury

11. A reason for being late: Sleeping

12. Something you shout: STFU

13. A movie title: Shaun of the Dead

14. Something you drink: Smirnoff

15. A musical group: Status Quo

16. An animal: Squirrel

17. A street name: Station Road East!

18. A type of car: Stilo (Fiat)

19. The title of a song: She Bangs The Drum
 

So.

Uni has been rather bleh. And all the assignments are due in soon, so thank god I have a reading week next week...
I have had nothing to do. Well,that's not uni work.

PLEASE SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM BOREDOM

I'm thinking I need to go up to Bluewater or London for shopping at some point....

Does anyone have any idea why Ribena isn't suitable for under 3s? It's written on the back of the bottle I was drinking in contract.

Today I drew 2 pictures. They were both babybump!Taru. She's oddly fun to draw. Ok,she's not even married in realtime yet but....(realtime? She's a fictional character I made up for a role play who never left after the game died....) I actually have 2 versions of her running through my head at the moment. Original Tereca Taru who be engaged and technically a housewife - but don't call her that or she'll either have a breakdown or kill you...or both - and is the one I keep drawing; and strange roleplay Leanne is running Taru....who has yet to actually appear in it yet as we've managed one scene but oh well...

Babybump!Taru put a scenario in my head of Aari going off on one of his missions leaving normal!Taru and coming back a few months later to find hormonal babybump!Taru and an angry Joh/Gar/Marcel/Judit/Any combination thereof,possibly a few others.

Ok,only Susie's going to understand that at all (if she reads this) but eh.

I have laundry and shiz to do....which I don't want to do so I won't.
 

Stolen off Vinneh.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

So,it's christmas,and my normally fellow anti-social friends have chosen today to be uber-social with their familes. And only one has their phone on. And I'm rather annoyed because as much as I love my family - which I do - there's only so much I can stand of them as I'm really very not like them.

Very not like them.

I make the mistake of fangirling near them and get odd/dirty/you're completely mad,go away now looks.

So I have no one to talk to.

And I am bored.
 

It's my birthday bitches!

Random update of win!

Eh,maybe not.

I'm at uni. Fun times. I can't think of anything to say other than squeeing at Dominic Cooper on NMTB last week. GO AND WATCH IT HE IS ADORABLE |SJDTi;s'ljna@ILTHGDK.JHNZLDSKHGA;JHIFODHNBZ

*cough* That is all.

*cough*

So,yes,I moved into uni accom and now have internet.

You have no idea how happy I am.
 

....so I am issuing you this,small number of people on my flist.

Ask me 5 questions each and I shall answer them truthfully - even if it is 'I don't want to answer that so I won't.'

EDIT: I got Susie to watch The History Boys on Thursday afternoon. Since then we've crossed it over with Dead Poets Society, the Discworld, Mamma Mia and Scrubs.

Nothing is sacred.

Found this....somewhere on the internet.

Age 1: I fall down half a flight of uncarpeted stairs, cut my head open and have to go to hospital for stitched. Thus begins my accident-prone childhood.
I still have the scar.

Age 2: I start nursery. I become friends with two other girls in my group who are also called Sarah. One is blonde and the other is ginger. My cousin is in the same group as me and alternates between being my friend and bullying me over the next few years.

Age 3: My nursery takes us on a walk over to the bridge in the town centre that goes over the train tracks and the EP. There are no trains, but I'm fascinated by the cars going underneath us.

Age 4: I walk up to my mum with one of my plasticine cutters and tell her I want a cake shaped like it. It's a triceratops. My mum makes the cake, it's covered in bright red butter icing and says 'Happy 4th Birthday Sarah' on it in in yellow.

Age 5: I'm the first person in my class to get onto free readers. I confuse the teachers somewhat.

Age 6: I get glasses for the first time. They're pink. I either keep forgetting to wear them, forgetting to take them off when I'm not reading the board, or forgetting to bring them home. By the next year I've given up and just wear them full time. I get chicken pox. I also get a little brother.

Age 7: I join the school choir. I hate my year 3 teacher. She shouts a lot and I come out of school in tears a lot. My childminder mentions this to my parents, and they come into school to talk to the headmaster several times over the next few months. The teacher is told she has to be nice to me. It does nothing to endear me to her. She leaves at the end of year 3.

Age 8: I break my finger (in the dreaded year 3 teacher's class). I go to PGL for the first time. I watched The Fifth Element for the first time while there. It sticks with me, even though it's years until I can watch it again.

Age 9: My teacher is quite fond of my hugs, and will ask me for one. I tell my mum about them and she says I shouldn't hug people like that (squeezing round their waists) as I can hurt their kidneys. I spend the quiet reading time reading a copy of Oliver Twist which is about 3 inches thick, written in the smallest type on the thinnest paper they'll publish. The teacher isn't quite sure how to react. I think she'd act worse if it was Frankenstein but I refused to read that book. I go to Legoland with my family and go on a rollercoaster for the first time, though I spend most of the time chasing my little brother as my mum's pregnant and my dad wasn't there during the morning.

Age 10: My parents take me and my brother to the Natural History Museum in London. I spend most of the time wandering around ahead of my family as Dad is stopping my brother from running off and Mum's 8 months pregnant. This is where my love of history starts. I don't have a birthday cake this year. I get another brother. We move house a few months later. A book appears on my shelf called 'Let's Talk About Sex' - it's about puberty, this is my mum's idea of 'the talk'. I don't read it until about a year and a half later, when we have classes in school about it. I join the school orchestra.
 

You may have noticed that I am updating a lot more than I have done in the past. There is no real reason about this, I'm just bored and want to talk about myself. It's something I do a lot but tone down when in person as it's rude to talk about oneself. I also fail at talking about myself on various websites I join,my mind goes blank. Doing my damn personal statement for uni was like pulling teeth, I swear. It was 'fuck, I still need *insert* words, what else can I say?' I think it did end up being slightly shorter than college wanted....I think my favourite part is this: I first developed an interest in the subject when given an opportunity to speak with a solicitor at a career's day at my secondary school. He related to us some of his duties and expericences as a duty solicitor for the local area, with an emphasis on the wide variety of personalities it gives the opportunity to meet.

This is a load of bollocks, what actually happened is he briefly described the route to becoming a solicitor, told us about this one guy he had to work with who kept saying 'I don't know, I don't know' to the questions he was asked before shouting 'I do not know the price of cheese!', which is when they realised he had mental problems and he turned out to be schizophrenic, and then he was interupted by the RAF helicopter landing on the field and so came over to see what I was doing, as I was the only one not gawping at the window (and this was a class of year 10s, and the school is relatively near the local hospital [and I live even closer] which has a helipad which the RAF use for training purposes when it's not in use by the air ambulance [you ever had a helicopter land and hover 10 feet away from the path you're walking on? So cool.] so helicopters? No big deal. Snow, on the other hand...) where I then interrogated him on what were good subjects to do at A-level to become a solicitor. And then we had to go somewhere else.

So, yesterday (and it is still yesterday, as as I write this sentence it is 23:38) I had my friend Susie over, and we watched The History Boys, and then we watched Dead Poets Society, and then we were generally fangirly. And then we went and watched the Mamma Mia singalong on at the cinema and oh. My. God. That film is aboslutely brilliant. Seriously. If you haven't seen it already GO AND WATCH IT. I loved the characters and Dominic Cooper was just generally adorable (which is odd, I'm used to him being a bit of a manwhore) and Colin Firth as a gay man. I never did work out which of the men was supposed to be Sophie's father, but I personally like to think it was Bill. And OMG,the ending. It was perfect (even though I did have to lean over to whisper to Susie 'oh fuck it, I'm going to go find Posner' why Sky started looking annoyed at his wedding being interupted repeatedly.) and the bit played over the credits! You haven't lived until you've seen Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth in blue sparkly catsuits.And platforms. And the other guy, I can't remember his name as I don't think I've seen him in anything before. Whereas everyone knows who Pierce Brosnan is and I have fangirled Colin Firth in the past (I sat through Nanny McPhee for him.) And Dominic Cooper in a sparkly pink sleeveless catsuit. And platforms. WHICH YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT LIZZY YOU BITCH I WOULD HAVE SEEN IT SOONER HAD I KNOWN. Also, Dominic spent much of this movie shirtless/with his shirt open. Therefore there was a very happy Sarah. There was also a very happy Susie, as she has decided Pierce Brosnan is very pretty.

We have a thing, most likely started by me, as I describe everything as pretty, including guys. If I call you pretty and you're a guy, it's because I think you're hot.

But this was a singalong showing. Which is why I waited to see it, I suppose (21:10 showing,three days a week ¬¬) as there is no way in hell I would have been able to refrain from singing. And I couldn't. The film opens on a song. And I was singing it. At first, I thought I was the only one doing so, but half an hour in pretty much the entire cinema was singing along. And that is the only movie I've ever been to where everyone's sat through the entire credits and the lights have come back on, just so they can sing along to every single song.

Dominic Cooper has done a lot now, since the History Boys did so well, he was in Sense and Sensibilty (which I didn't watch, grrrr),he's just done Mamma Mia, and he's playing Earl Grey in The Duchess (the trailer of which was shown before Mamma Mia, and so there was much squealing and grabbing Susie's arm while pointing at the screen going 'Dom!'). However, Kiera Knightley is playing the titular character, and I hate her and she can go DIAF, tbh. And Dominic's character has an affair with her character. So I will not be watching that movie. I will find bits on YouTube.

My cousin is getting married tomorrow. I have until about 11 to find a dress, as the one I was planning on wearing? My Mum doesn't like. Figures. I'm sure I can find something - this would be made easier if I can get mum to take me to the town centre, as then I can likely get her to pay for it, which means I won't have to limit myself to £20 or whatever. But oh well. I'll manage.