Ich liebe dich.

I feel really sick at the moment. I want some juice but I can't bring myself to get up to get any. Two minutes ago, I was absolutely freezing-- now I feel like i'm gonna boil to death. My dad says I have to go to bed at eleven tonight, but I'll probably just play Pokémon in bed or go on mobile Twitter or something. I don't want to go to school tomorrow but I'll be really behind on ICT if I miss a lesson... even though I haven't finished any of the work. I can't wait untill June, and I'll never have to ICT ever again. Ever. Speaking of things I don't want to do ever again: maths. I SUCK at maths. I sat my maths GCSE last year-- and failed. I took it again and failed once more. I'm the only one in the group of kids who failed for the second time who is trying again. Everyone else gave up. I don't even know if I need it for university or not. I already have my ALAN thingy in maths (Adult Literacy and Numeracy... it was easyyyy. ^_^) But... oh God... I can't carry on... I wanna go vomit or something.

Space Travel

Today I cleaned my room. And when I say "cleaned", I mean, REALLY cleaned it. My mother didn't tell me to do it. I have come to the conclusion that when she makes me clean it, I either A) won't do it or B) do it half heartedly. But, whilst I was cleaning, I found all of my American money and then got sad. I also found lots of my old Disneyworld tickets so I put them in photo collage thing-- which now consists of New York, London and Florida things (like tickets... yeah, I'm lame like that.) I also found my iPod, which is great because I swore that I had lost it. So, the whole day has consisted of cleaning, Animal Cops Arizona, The Great Gatsby and To Kill A Mockingbird. Truthfully, I shouldn't be reading the latter, but I hatehatehatehatehate A Streetcar Named Desire and I'm fed up of writing about death and desire.

"Above this dull apartment view,

oh, I will suround you."

I was in a call with Leah last night, and I was discussing how I am picking up other people's mannerisms and stuff. Like, I never used to swear as much as I do now... and I blame two things for this. 1) iminlikewithyou and 2) Vivien. Another thing I have started to do is say "what the crap", which is a total Leah-esque thing to say. Oh, I also say "y'all" now, which is again, due to Leah. In fact, there is more. I listen to Christian rap now... stupid southern girl getting me addicted.

Speaking of God, I read the whole of that bible from New York at the weekend. It doesn't even tell me how to repent! False advertising, much?

EDIT: I just @replied Bridget on Twitter, and called her "/b/"... guessing I've subconciously taken that from Adam?

Brrrrrap, homeboy.

"Yo, faggot! Buy two gerbils so the fuckers can talk and shit."

My keyboard is now deciding it does not like the 's' key. See? I had to hit that, like... three times to get it to work. Darn computer. Anyway, so, I'm writing this blog because I am infact very thirsty, which is an odd reason to be spilling my thoughts onto the interwebz, I know... but, still: I am thirsty. My mother hasn't gotten any drinks yet, she thinks that just because she is getting married in like two weeks, I don't deserve to be provided with drinks. Bitch. *Lesigh* I'm quite looking forward to the two weeks I get to stay at my dad's when she is in Jamaica. Even though, let's face it, I'll probably never eat and be late for college everyday. He is the "fun parent", otherwise known as the "irresponsible parent".

My mother is actually home tonight... boo. This means that I'll have to be in the freezing cold lounge if I want to be nocturnal tonight. I'm kinda dreading moving house, incase I won't be able to Skype as often. But, if I don't have Skype, what will I do? Because I certainly don't plan to ever leave my bedroom unless absolutely necessary. Oh, there goes that darn 's' key again... But, yeah, I'm thinking of buying a mini fridge, haha. Bleh, maybe she'll finally go get me some damn drinks soon... we can only hope, right?

Head for hills-- the kitchen's on fire!

Username: omgoctopus (pronounced: oh-em-gee-octopus. Not oh-my-god-octopus, not -oh-my-goctopus and not om-goctopus.)

Why did you pick it?: I like alliterations and I like octopi. Problem?

Who did you first subscribe to?: Nerimon, on this account. Whataboutadam, originally, I think.

Who did you most recently subscribe to?: Vivien's second account, I think.

What does your last text message say?: Oh, God... it's from a YouTuber, what does this say about my life? "I'm going to sleep now that I've had my tiny bit of fun! :D Goodnight Octopusface xxxxxxx"- BethOnTop

Do you have any goals?: Leave England. Now.

What was the last thing you bought?: Uh... new hair?

Describe the person who posted this using one line?: He's a Southern, poofy haired jerk that molests himself on camera.

Are you excited about anything?: Leah and Vivien and Summer In The City.

Do you have a crush? I have a crush on the internet.

Have you ever been drunk?: I'm far too classy for that, plz. ;D

Who was the first Youtube you met in real life?: itscalum010... he attacked me with a hug before I even knew it was him.

Who was the last Youtuber you met in real life?: LauraTheSmall!

Do you prefer day or night?: Night time for me, day time for America. <3

Are you a member of any collab channels?: Eww, no.

Do you have a secret account?: My first account. Aww, baby Rosy.

Do you believe in God?: If you give me proof, I will. Agnostic FTW!

Which youtuber do you talk to the most?: Leah, Vivien (when she's online :/), Adam, Bridget, Jeremy, Justin and jerkfa-- uh, I mean Zach. ^__^

Which Youtuber do you think makes the best videos?: communitychannel? idkkkkk...

Are you in a relationship?: Facebook married to Vivien. :]

Would you date a smoker?: Eww, that would taste icky.

Where is your favorite place?: Your bed. No, it's America. Or maybe America's bed? Does America have a bed? Or is it like a tectonic plate or something?

Are you a happy person?: If I'm awake when I'm supposed to be sleeping, I'm delightful!

Would you kiss the person who posted this?: Zach answered this for me:
[22:13:02] Zak: and for the part that says
[22:13:08] Zak: would you kiss the person that posted this?
[22:13:08] Zak: you put
[22:13:12] Zak: yes, passionately

What would you take to the desert island?: I'd take Zach, becaus he's bringing the whole of America with him. But, I'd also take a football... y'know, like Wilson in Castaway? I don't like it when he floats away.

Do you prefer sun or snow?: I hate the cold... and it snows when it is cold. However, I hate when it's REALLY warm too.

Who did you last speak to on the phone? My father.

Who did you last text?: BethOnToppppp, yo!

What are you doing tommorow?: College, boo. Unless I totally loose my voice.

What is your favorite flavour of potato chips?: I'm not a huge fan of them, to be honest. O_o (By the way, they are called crips.

What size are your feet?: 3/4 ^__^


What do you want?: Oregon.

What do you need?: Sleep? And to be less sick? And just to be awkward... Oregon? Lulz.

What do you remember?: I have an awful memory.

What do you wish?: Cliché. I wish for all the wishes in the world... ever!

"How do you make a dead baby float?"

"You baptise it?"

I love Leah and myself. We're... uh... LCOctopus? OMGsings? Uh... well, we're something, alright. Currently, it is 5AM. I feel one hundred percent absolutely zombie-fied. I want to go to sleep. SKALJKLBJKLLJKJHUIiiH! *Yawns* I keep forgetting i'm writing this blog... I actually started ten minutes ago, I'm just zoning out a lot. I am listening to the sound of Leah. *Sleepsleep* AAAGH! I forgot about it again... but, look:
[05:07:27] Zak: go to sleep
[05:07:48] Rosy: i don't wanna
[05:07:49] Rosy: -_-
[05:08:16] Zak: yes you do
[05:08:20] Zak: bed time
[05:08:22] Zak: now plz
[05:08:47] Rosy: you're right
[05:08:51] Rosy: i do want sleep.
[05:08:57] Rosy: but i'm not gonna go.

Oh, the thinks you can think!

My inspiration is dead. I'm so worried. I haven't written anything in so long now. It's making me realise that I probably will fail at university. It sucks to know that your future is going absolutely nowhere. Maybe I will end up taking fashion journalism... i'm 50/50 on them both right now. I think that I would enjoy the lifestlye I may get out of LCF more than a creative writing one. And I suppose that it would be lovely to spend three years with my best friend. And it has history and politics and, and, and... and to be honest the only reason I gave up wanting to go to LCF was because my mother said I couldn't do it. She's lovely like that, y'see? Oh, well, I'm finished listening to her right now.

Yeah, so, no inspiration at all. I haven't added to my last story in a few weeks. I feel no emotion for Flora anymore, maybe i'll kill her off? But, I do like Dearing, and I don't want him to be lonely. Also, the last poem that I wrote was about three weeks ago because analysing Tennyson is sucking the creativity right out of my inspiration veins. Lame.

'Cause I'm Mr Brightside.

I went to a pet shop with my dad yesterday. I wanted a tortoise, a parrot, a rabbit or a hamster. I am not allowed any of them. But, I am getting a lobster. Well, quite a few lobsters. That's pretty awesome, right? I refuse to name any of them Hector, sorry, Zombie Chat.

P.S- WHITE RABBITS!