there's a crack in every window, there's a fault in every frame...

....i want to change everything and i want to stay the same...

howdy.
to think i used to update this thing every day... i really can't get back into the swing of doing that. the main reason for which being the tragic, harrowing fact that my life is actually surprisingly boring and repetitive. i mean, i love it, but i really can't imagine what would entice someone into regularly reading about it.
what i can get into the swing of is listening to karma police by radiohead, eating blueberry muffins, dancing around the house listening to fake tales of san francisco listlessly, indulging in hot showers and chocolate more than is healthy and spending half the holidays sleeping.
luscious.
although today i have been haunted by the demons of physics and extended essays chanting and hovering and generally getting on my nerves.
my parents are away for the next ten days. 'HOUSE PARTY' i hear you scream. ummmm, no. beacause i'm already going to two parties in the next week (well, actually one is a 'mellow gathering', but same difference). because i can't be bothered. and because even if i did bother with one, or two, or three, berengere wouldn't be able to come and berengere fucking makes parties.
random thought of the day:
is that guy in the irritating daniel powter video spiderman???
jesus, has my life really been reduced to this??

hope everyone got my postcards. (yes, i realise now it was foolish to mention the "two awesome parties" on berengere's, which her mother then read, sorry about that.)
wales was incredibly...welsh. with sheep and surfing and roast dinners and too much television and dachshunds and beautiful drenching rain leaving everything green and moist and welsh.

MY DAD IS ON WIKIPEDIA!! how cool is that??!?!?!?!??! (will i be next?? as "daughter of the distinguished academic john grahl?) just for fun i clicked on the link to kirkcaldy high school and then visited its dynamic home page. i even read its weekly newsletter. it seems to have got more violent since my dad/gordon brown left. ("Dangerous Behaviour: Spraying liquid at another person can be dangerous. This can be particularly damaging when you don't know what the liquid contains. Don't spray any liquid at a person!" - what the fuck were they spraying?? spray paint? ribena? also "if you wish to play football in the playground at interval or lunchtime the ball must be no bigger than 12cm in diameter".... do they measure? crazy crazy scottish school policies...beats me.)

and this is what i spend my free time doing. reading kirkcaldy high school's playground rules. even more tragically i was flicking through janet street-porter's autobiography earlier. what the fuck was it doing in our house? what a ghastly women with an incredibly boring life.

perhaps it's me with the boring life..... although twelve hundred people have visited my blog.....

"sparkling eyes, smudged lipstick, fading starlight, the crunching of feet on gravel, laughter, and a slow walk home"
goodnight.
xxx