You know how people always say they "hate Mondays"?? I have the solution!
It's Little Teapot's top ten!
Except… well, I’m a day late this week. Ah well. You had to wait, but it’s worth it. I’ve a brand new top ten for your enjoyment.
1) Top word: Prenuptial
2) Top song: Fireflies by Owl City
3) Top TV show: Friends
4) Top movie: Kick Ass
5) Top food: Raw pasta
6) Top book: Four Blondes by Candace Bushnell (hehe… BUSHnell…)
7) Top band: Good Charlotte
8) Top gadget: Sony Ericsson k800i
9) Top blog: CRAZYvision
10) Top video game: Wii Sports Resort (Nintendo Wii)
And this week's top thing is... Sleeping!
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Monday, 19 July 2010
Skittles and my weekly favourites!
You know how people always say they "hate Mondays"?? I have the solution!
It's Little Teapot's top ten!
Basically, every Monday I'll post my top ten things. It goes like this...
1) Top word: Bard
2) Top song: Here comes the judge, by the Vapours
3) Top TV show: Death Note
4) Top movie: Grease
5) Top food: McDonalds French Fries
6) Top book: Run, baby, run, by Nicky Cruz and Jamie Buckingham
7) Top band: Rammstein
8) Top gadget: Bamboo graphics tablet
9) Top blog: Hyperbole and a Half
10) Top video game: Professer Layton and Pandora's box (Nintendo DS)
And this week's top thing is... Puppies!
Now, onto my blog post thingyamjig.
Tomorow is our last day at school until the summer holidays. That means it's a half day, and when I go back, I'll be a year TEN!! I'll be respectable then. *insert chibi face here*
Today, I went to be a Skittle-pin-girl with a kid called Shelbey. We got paid five pounds each for running after skittle-pins and having rubber balls thrown at us at stupid-mph. I swear that by th end, they were aiming for us.
I'm not really in a bloggy mood today. Info on that in my next entry, methinks.
Sorry again for the lack of teapots and illustrations. I'm lazy today, Little Teapot.
It's Little Teapot's top ten!
Basically, every Monday I'll post my top ten things. It goes like this...
1) Top word: Bard
2) Top song: Here comes the judge, by the Vapours
3) Top TV show: Death Note
4) Top movie: Grease
5) Top food: McDonalds French Fries
6) Top book: Run, baby, run, by Nicky Cruz and Jamie Buckingham
7) Top band: Rammstein
8) Top gadget: Bamboo graphics tablet
9) Top blog: Hyperbole and a Half
10) Top video game: Professer Layton and Pandora's box (Nintendo DS)
And this week's top thing is... Puppies!
Now, onto my blog post thingyamjig.
Tomorow is our last day at school until the summer holidays. That means it's a half day, and when I go back, I'll be a year TEN!! I'll be respectable then. *insert chibi face here*
Today, I went to be a Skittle-pin-girl with a kid called Shelbey. We got paid five pounds each for running after skittle-pins and having rubber balls thrown at us at stupid-mph. I swear that by th end, they were aiming for us.
I'm not really in a bloggy mood today. Info on that in my next entry, methinks.
Sorry again for the lack of teapots and illustrations. I'm lazy today, Little Teapot.
Sunday, 18 July 2010
Boring day. RANT TIEM.
Nothing blogworthy happened today, so I decided to make my first utterly pointless blog post. Well, I say pointless... have you got a hamster? If the answer's no, then this is the right blog post for you.
I got home today from my dad's and entered my room. The first thing I noticed was the stench of hamster pee. I was like "GAH". Which led me to write this: the Pros and Cons of hamster ownage.
Pro: They're lovely and cuddly.
This is my hamster, Tarka, or as I like to call him, Tarka-Barka-lounger.
When we first got him, I chose him out of the twenty that were there because when all the rest were cleaning themselves (CLEANY CLEAN CLEAN) he was cleaning the baby ones. Or trying to eat them. Hopefully the first one.
He's so soft and cuddly, and rarely ever bites me. Only when I smell like his food. And I must say, his food tastes quite nice. I tried it once. Funny texture, but tastes quite nice.
Con: They stink to high heaven.
At first, I had to clean him out about once every two weeks. Now I have to clean his cage once, maybe twice a week just to stop my room smelling like hamster farts. Then when I get him out of the cage and hold him up to my face, I recoil in horror. He smells like a toilet. An old one. A porta-loo filled with pee and chemichals and probably traces of god-knows-what. Probably hamster pee.
Pro: My friends love him.
He's really cute, and whenever my friends come round to my house, they're all "MAKE HIM COME OUT AND PLAY" and then they're all "AWW" and I'm all "Yesh." I get lots of visitors to see my hamster, and that makes me happy because I get lonely a lot.
Con: He stays up all night chittering and chattering and chewing on his bars and running in his wheel and peeing and smelling bad and is probably on Facebook or Myspace talking to teenage hamsters and will eventually get arrested for hamster-pedophilia because he's perverted like that.
It keeps me awake all night. "Tip tip tap tap chitter chitter bang snuffle nom nom click click". It's annoying and people are all "Have you been crying?" at school and I can only say "No, I have a hamster".
In conclusion, they are great pets, but they stink and make lots of noise and stuff. They're also time consuming and costly. The judgement, however, is your call.
I think Tarka just peed again, because I got a waft of stench come and hit me in the face, then jump down my throat and start attacking my kidneys which caused them to hurt a lot, Little Teapot.
P.S. Sorry again for the ack of teapots in this entry. I hope you will be consolidated by me telling you that this blog now has a Facebook fan page.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1614110618#!/pages/Little-Teapots-Spout-of-Wisdom/113378172044444?ref=ts
If you enjoy this blog, join the page. Then invite your friends, your enemies, people you've never met before but somehow have added on Facebook. Spread the joy and animoscity (whatever that means) to the Facebook commuinity. They need teapotness.
I got home today from my dad's and entered my room. The first thing I noticed was the stench of hamster pee. I was like "GAH". Which led me to write this: the Pros and Cons of hamster ownage.
Pro: They're lovely and cuddly.
This is my hamster, Tarka, or as I like to call him, Tarka-Barka-lounger.
When we first got him, I chose him out of the twenty that were there because when all the rest were cleaning themselves (CLEANY CLEAN CLEAN) he was cleaning the baby ones. Or trying to eat them. Hopefully the first one.
He's so soft and cuddly, and rarely ever bites me. Only when I smell like his food. And I must say, his food tastes quite nice. I tried it once. Funny texture, but tastes quite nice.
Con: They stink to high heaven.
At first, I had to clean him out about once every two weeks. Now I have to clean his cage once, maybe twice a week just to stop my room smelling like hamster farts. Then when I get him out of the cage and hold him up to my face, I recoil in horror. He smells like a toilet. An old one. A porta-loo filled with pee and chemichals and probably traces of god-knows-what. Probably hamster pee.
Pro: My friends love him.
He's really cute, and whenever my friends come round to my house, they're all "MAKE HIM COME OUT AND PLAY" and then they're all "AWW" and I'm all "Yesh." I get lots of visitors to see my hamster, and that makes me happy because I get lonely a lot.
Con: He stays up all night chittering and chattering and chewing on his bars and running in his wheel and peeing and smelling bad and is probably on Facebook or Myspace talking to teenage hamsters and will eventually get arrested for hamster-pedophilia because he's perverted like that.
It keeps me awake all night. "Tip tip tap tap chitter chitter bang snuffle nom nom click click". It's annoying and people are all "Have you been crying?" at school and I can only say "No, I have a hamster".
In conclusion, they are great pets, but they stink and make lots of noise and stuff. They're also time consuming and costly. The judgement, however, is your call.
I think Tarka just peed again, because I got a waft of stench come and hit me in the face, then jump down my throat and start attacking my kidneys which caused them to hurt a lot, Little Teapot.
P.S. Sorry again for the ack of teapots in this entry. I hope you will be consolidated by me telling you that this blog now has a Facebook fan page.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1614110618#!/pages/Little-Teapots-Spout-of-Wisdom/113378172044444?ref=ts
If you enjoy this blog, join the page. Then invite your friends, your enemies, people you've never met before but somehow have added on Facebook. Spread the joy and animoscity (whatever that means) to the Facebook commuinity. They need teapotness.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
The day of the man of greenitude.
Today was the day of the Green Man festival! Basically, it's a festival in our town when loads of wierd people appear and try to sell you stuff. I went with Katie, to buy things from the wierd people and achieve pure joy.
When we arrived, the first thing we saw was the Teacups ride. And guess what was in the middle?
A giant teapot. It was a little deformed, but it looked like this.
So we went on the teacups. There were three little kids on there, one cup each, and they didn't look at all pleased to be riding the teacups, and then there was us. Two thirteen/fourteen year old girls riding the same teacup and yelling our noses off.
Then we looked around for a bit and decided we were thirsty, so I was like "Let's get a drink" and Katie was like "Sure". We left the festival and went to the shop near the festival and bought some Sparkling water. Katie was like "Get some Mentos". I got some soft mints, because they didn't have Mentos. We went to the park and put the Mentos into the bottle, and nothing happened. We fail at explosion-construction. So we took a ribbon from a balloon, tied it to the bottle and proceeded to drag the bottle through the festival, under the alias of "Pepsi". We went up to loads of random people dressed like cows and cats and green people and yelled "THIS IS PEPSI HE DOES TRICKS WATCH HIS TRICKS WATCH THEM" and then made him jump by tugging on the ribbon, and play dead and stuff. After a while, we got bored and sold him to some kids for 50p and a packet of sweets.
We saw a guy with those diablo thingies, flicking them up and down and all around. Katie was like "What are they called again?" and I was all "Uh... gigolos."
I hugged someone dressed as a cow, then danced with it for a bit, then hugged it some more. I was all *hugs* and it was all "Moo". I made a friend and it was a cow.
On the way back, Katie and I bought these really cool metal things to go on our fingers. We went around flicking people in the foreheads and yelling "YOU'RE DEAD". It was fun.
On the way back, a wierd band started playing on the stage. All we heard was "FLOOB (trumpet noises) SOLID BROWN".
Another stage was in aid of cancer research. They were singing a song that went something along the lines of "Oh, the pills, the pills that kill". I was like "Well, I'm not going to the NHS for my cancer treatment.
Well, this entry wasn't very humorous at all. Have some yayz.
Nah, even that wasn't humorous. This blog entry fails, Little Teapot.
P.S. It barely had any teapots in it. What a fail.
EDIT: I edited it a little.
When we arrived, the first thing we saw was the Teacups ride. And guess what was in the middle?
A giant teapot. It was a little deformed, but it looked like this.
So we went on the teacups. There were three little kids on there, one cup each, and they didn't look at all pleased to be riding the teacups, and then there was us. Two thirteen/fourteen year old girls riding the same teacup and yelling our noses off.
Then we looked around for a bit and decided we were thirsty, so I was like "Let's get a drink" and Katie was like "Sure". We left the festival and went to the shop near the festival and bought some Sparkling water. Katie was like "Get some Mentos". I got some soft mints, because they didn't have Mentos. We went to the park and put the Mentos into the bottle, and nothing happened. We fail at explosion-construction. So we took a ribbon from a balloon, tied it to the bottle and proceeded to drag the bottle through the festival, under the alias of "Pepsi". We went up to loads of random people dressed like cows and cats and green people and yelled "THIS IS PEPSI HE DOES TRICKS WATCH HIS TRICKS WATCH THEM" and then made him jump by tugging on the ribbon, and play dead and stuff. After a while, we got bored and sold him to some kids for 50p and a packet of sweets.
We saw a guy with those diablo thingies, flicking them up and down and all around. Katie was like "What are they called again?" and I was all "Uh... gigolos."
I hugged someone dressed as a cow, then danced with it for a bit, then hugged it some more. I was all *hugs* and it was all "Moo". I made a friend and it was a cow.
On the way back, Katie and I bought these really cool metal things to go on our fingers. We went around flicking people in the foreheads and yelling "YOU'RE DEAD". It was fun.
On the way back, a wierd band started playing on the stage. All we heard was "FLOOB (trumpet noises) SOLID BROWN".
Another stage was in aid of cancer research. They were singing a song that went something along the lines of "Oh, the pills, the pills that kill". I was like "Well, I'm not going to the NHS for my cancer treatment.
Well, this entry wasn't very humorous at all. Have some yayz.
Nah, even that wasn't humorous. This blog entry fails, Little Teapot.
P.S. It barely had any teapots in it. What a fail.
EDIT: I edited it a little.
Friday, 16 July 2010
The Uberhug
Today I had a fall-out with my friend. I'm not going to rant about it, because it's not relevant. What is relevant, is that it led me to spen lucnh with another friend of mine, Katie. She was drawing people on the wall for her class. It was random.
She comes up to me and goes "Siani, give me an epic long hug." I gave her an epic long hug. So long, in fact, that it got to the time where we were going to go to the cantine, so I carried on hugging her and slowly scurried out of the door.
We were on the second floor.
So we scurried through the hallway, through the door to the stairs, down the stairs, through another hallway and up to a random french teacher at our school that looks like a bus' shadow, like this.
Yeah. Etienne is cool.
And Katie's like "Etienne?"
And Etienne's like "Yesh?" in his wierd Ettiene voice that kind of sounds like a bus' shadow, only less shadowy.
And I'm like "This is an Uberhug. We have hugged for about Five minutes."
And Ettiene's like "Wow. Kewl."
And we scurried away.
Then we ate some food. I had a bread roll, an apple and a cookie. I also had a drink. Orange juice. Fairtrade. Because I like the people who pick the oranges, even if the juice they make tastes like pre-digested vinegar.
Hope you've anjoyed this edition of "Spout of Wisdom". You probably didn't, because it lacked teapots. Well, I have a surprise for you.
There. Enjoyment installed.
I hope you have enjoyed this edition of "Spout of Wisdom". At the moment, my mouth tastes like that horrible juice I had earlier.
I should have chosen apple, Little Teapot.
She comes up to me and goes "Siani, give me an epic long hug." I gave her an epic long hug. So long, in fact, that it got to the time where we were going to go to the cantine, so I carried on hugging her and slowly scurried out of the door.
We were on the second floor.
So we scurried through the hallway, through the door to the stairs, down the stairs, through another hallway and up to a random french teacher at our school that looks like a bus' shadow, like this.
Yeah. Etienne is cool.
And Katie's like "Etienne?"
And Etienne's like "Yesh?" in his wierd Ettiene voice that kind of sounds like a bus' shadow, only less shadowy.
And I'm like "This is an Uberhug. We have hugged for about Five minutes."
And Ettiene's like "Wow. Kewl."
And we scurried away.
Then we ate some food. I had a bread roll, an apple and a cookie. I also had a drink. Orange juice. Fairtrade. Because I like the people who pick the oranges, even if the juice they make tastes like pre-digested vinegar.
Hope you've anjoyed this edition of "Spout of Wisdom". You probably didn't, because it lacked teapots. Well, I have a surprise for you.
There. Enjoyment installed.
I hope you have enjoyed this edition of "Spout of Wisdom". At the moment, my mouth tastes like that horrible juice I had earlier.
I should have chosen apple, Little Teapot.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
I'm a Little Teapot and my spout of wisdom will make me famous.
Hello guys! This is my first blog post and therefore will make me sound and read like a n00b and whatnot! I'm actally kind of excited about it! I don't know why. I'll probably get like one person reading it and that'll be me. Everywhere around I'll be like "READ MY DAMN BLOG" and everyone'll be like "Actually, I'mma pass." I really don't know what to say, so here's a picture of a teapot.
Actually, it's quite scary. An evil teapot that spits hearts at your face and makes you die, scratching your face to get the hearts off and the teapot's just loling at you as you writhe in agony, because it can lol, because it has a creepy face and it's loling at you. It's so creepy. I bet it even watches you sleep.
I'll let you think about that.
Until my next ranty-ravey-when-will-this-end blog post, Little Teapot.
P.S. Teapots are cool.
EDIT: I edited it slightly.
Actually, it's quite scary. An evil teapot that spits hearts at your face and makes you die, scratching your face to get the hearts off and the teapot's just loling at you as you writhe in agony, because it can lol, because it has a creepy face and it's loling at you. It's so creepy. I bet it even watches you sleep.
I'll let you think about that.
Until my next ranty-ravey-when-will-this-end blog post, Little Teapot.
P.S. Teapots are cool.
EDIT: I edited it slightly.
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