Oh please!

I've been trying to talk my mum into buying Mogul a friend for the winter. He doesn't need to stay in a stable, but leaving him in a field alone at night would be cruel. Yesterday at the Dunster show, she saw Jill (Mogul's breeder) and Hilary (Mogul fanclub member #001), and asked them about Exmoor fillies. Apparently they had 2 born this year, and when they come off the moor in October we're going to go and see them, with a view to buying one. ^_^

Now I just have to keep my mum interested. I want a filly so much, especially one that would be possibly closely related to Mogul, geldings are super good for riding, but for showing Mogul's coat is awful, and fillies and mares do better in classes, you can also breed from them(omg, I want my own foal!), and they have a lifelong chance at the Cuddy, whereas next year would be Mogul's last chance.

Old.

I'm 17 on Wednesday. :o

I keep checking for wrinkles.

Am trying to cook birthday cake with fake milk, fake flour and fake chocolate.

Commandment number 11.

Thou shall not try to top thyself with 20 paracetamol.

Uncomfortably numb.

I don't want to comment in detail about the atrocities all over the TV. I'm still in shock. At first it was just deeply upsetting, but now as the death toll rises, I feel angry.

But we can get through this. Our grandparents went through the Blitz, our parents went through the IRA terrorism, and this is our challenge. Together, kids, we are strong. "Sometimes it falls upon a generation to be great", we can be that generation.

More weather rantage.

It's like it's March here. So cold and rainy and windy. Roll on global warming!

If I'm suddenly gone some time in the next few weeks, I'll probably have gone to France. I'm sure you'll be glad to see the back of me for a while. I'll probably be back eventually. I just need some time away.

I want to put clingy ex-boyfriends in Room 101.

I'm on antibiotics again for a throat infection (I swear, it feels like I live off them, they keep me alive e_e). S'all alright. I feel rather chipper considering. I woke up at about 1AM Monday morning in so much pain. I had to just lie there for 6 hours in the fetal position whimpering to myself. In retrospect, it's quite funny.

Basil has developed a taste for "bush meat". What the cats bring in and leave lying around. Parts of assorted small animals.

For now, toodles.

And perhaps - Bon voyage, since I doubt I'll get chance to log in and tell people when I'm going.

London 2012!

Suck on that Chirac, you racist son of a frog.

Where...

... did the summer go to?

Make poverty history.

Make Sir Bob happy.

What idiot...

...decided to invite Mariah Carey to do Live 8?! She's such a loser. She's so far up her own arse she can see what she had for breakfast, and she sings nothing but crappy pop songs that all sound the same.

Last night I had an allergic reaction to margarine. I'm not supposed to eat it but the thought of baked potato without it was not nice. It wasn't particularly severe though. :)

Tonight Team Saskia gets split up on Big Brother. This makes me so so happy. If Maxwell wins I will kick a window in or something. I hope Makosi or Kemal win, I like Derek most, but he's already rich enough. New housemate Eugene is hilarious though, because he's such a loser. XD