HIYA

HIYA
I haven't written a blog in a while because I am suffering from severe boredom. In fact I am past boredom, to the point where I am often found pacing my room like a caged animal. I must be boring to talk to, a lack of communicating with people means a lack of chat.

Actually telling a few porky pies there, I have been out shopping three times in the past week because I got taken off my antibiotics and my second cycle of chemo has finished. So as I have a lack of self control, I spent all my money on myself because I am a selfish PIG okay! Below is a picture of me in a lift. Exciting.

Every time my Dad begs me to write this blog, I say I don't want to because I have nothing to talk about. So when I do sit down and try to write something funny/interesting/vaguely inspiring. He just sits next to me and talks and talks...and talks. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. Just now he's watching TV telling me that Gino Decampo is "definitely pissed" and "look Rachel look this is quite cool". I am going to get a bollocking for telling everyone he's chatting to himself like an old man.

As I was saying, I went out several times... on the lash. Oh sweet Lord as you can see my bantré is top notch. No I didn't board  the lash wagon but I did go to Wannaburger, one of my favourite places on this earth. Jesus balls of fire their burgers taste like magic and don't get me started on the chips, so groovy. If you haven't been to Wannaburger and you are a McDonalds disciple get your stuff together!
Here is a taster.

Also, it feels like the whole world is asking me when I get to go home, the answer is I don't really know. If I stayed in Edinburgh I would be sitting at home. But my ward has been lit up with Christmas lights and my room is full of glitter. Still its hard to get in the Christmas spirit when in hospital. Sometimes I look out my window and gaze across at Winter Wonderland and cry until my eyes hurt and my nose is red. Joking, I don't really, Winter Wonderland is a bit steep for my liking. I'm just trying to make myself feel better, I'd probably pay £100 to go on the swings and grin like an idiot on my own. Imagine if my wig fell off, wow that would be really awkward, I would have to go an collect it at the end of the ride. Sometimes people clock my wig because I spend about 3 seconds fixing it when I put it on and end up walking about like this--. It angers me but thats what I get for being a lazy swine. I think people also underestimate just how uncomfortable it is to wear a wig, I have a massively oversized head so that doesn't help. Imagine someone squeezing your head and holding it against a radiator. Thats EXACTLY what it's like. So if you ever see me screwing up my face like I've smelt a fart, its because I'm thinking that my wig can do one.

As you can see I look normal and not many people notice at all, but still I really really don't like the fact that everyone reading this knows that I've got a skin heed but I suppose I just have to man up and deal with it, and I don't think it looks like that bad. I look like Draco Malfoy crossed with Miley Cyrus and her lesby haircut.

Also, before I stop rambling on about what I've been doing because lets be honest it is far from interesting. I'd like to say a maHOOsive cheers me'dears to Longridge Towers (my old school) who for their end of year carol service and at their snowball have decided to collect money for Teenage Cancer Trust. Its such a nice thing to do and to think I have influenced the choice is really cool so thank you Longridgy! I would love to say thank you to everyone who is planning on donating any money and I will do my best to come along to the carol service. Speaking of ball's, my little heart is currently breaking because all my friends, ALL OF THEM, are going to their balls very soon and have their dresses and hair and dates planned. I am just looking for sympathy here don't mind me, Rach wants to go to the ball and have a date and wear a nice dress okay!! I might just buy a dress and a cutout of Channing Tatum and dance around my hospital room whilst listening to "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney. It's sad how much I am looking forward to seeing all the photos, gawking at all the dresses etc.

Man, I don't want to end this blog on a downer! I really need to pee so I need to think of something fast. Think THINK. My thoughts on the XFactor results are that Jahmene rules the world and James Arthur couldn't give a fuzz. If you were hanging of the side of a building about to plummet into rush hour traffic, you need just one fuzz to survive and James Arthur was at the top with a pocketful of fuzzes, he wouldn't give you one because he just doesn't give a fuzz.

James, not giving a fuzz.


CYAAAA!