sisters doing it for themselves!

ellen: Doing what exactly: well for the last thre of four hours we have watched big brother and some weirdo programme on derren brown and been on the internet doing random stuff, yes we are tres sad.

Laura: Even worse, I was knitting. And counting all the spelling mistakes that ickle one has in that bit....

ellen: ywa alright and i cant even spell my name and put a capital letter at the beginning of it. my sister knits, i think i won that argument.

Laura: Knitting, i'll have you know is the new black/history/gardening. And a way of occupying myself since finsihing my degree. I can't DEAL with the fact that i really don't have much to do apart from function as a human, look for a job, socialise, socialise, socialise, read books and watch crappy things on telly. So, yeah. Knitting. I'm in a domesticated mood cos i'm gonna have my own house soon. ooooh... growing up is scary shit.

Ellen: okay I can spell properly now because Laura has stopped oinking the keyboard. Can I just say, she is far from domesticated, my mum asked her to sweep the floor earlier and she jsut had a look of horror and said "How can you expect me to sweep the floor?!" dear god. Talk about lazy.

Laura: To be fair, i said that i would do anything but sweep the kitchen floor, because Mum ALWAYs moans at me when i've done it for doing a rubbish job. As for the flea pit that forms my sisters' rooom............

Ellen: The best flea pit in the world.........

Laura: I can only hope that it's not too flea infested as i'm sleeping in there tonight. AND she bloody hogs the duvet.

Ellen: I dont thats a total lie. Shes going to roll on me i know it, and suffocate me with her size E or whatever brestuses.

Laura: 30E. and nothing to be ashamed of, just because i CLEARLY had allt he boobage genes going....... you KICK. HARD. I still have bruises from when you visted me in sheffield in MARCH!

Ellen: that's also a total lie. And can I jsut say i'm a B now, i think thats quite big really.

Laura: I just asked her in horror "are you?"

Ellen: this is not my faveourite bra okay!! do blokes go on this website thing?? theyre going to be slightly interested with this conversation GOD LAURA! any excuse to talk about youre huge boobs!!!!

Laura: Of course. I'm proud of them. anyhow, i figure that between us, we could attract every bloke in the world. The blond pretty skinny on (ickle sis) and the, er, one that mops up the rest who just want big boobs (me).

Ellen: OH!! for the love of GOD!!! dear god laura stop fishing for compliments!! Its like you're at a big ocean and you say "oh look a sea of compliments!! let's go fishing!!"

Laura: See, she's bright as weel. and a poet, and really doesn't know it. Blond one has lots of potentional, if a little all over the place. Although she's wearing a watch and i'm a disorganised bint who's not.

Ellen: yeah okay, i am nothing without my watch, i admit it, i actually would probably become nocturnal and not realise it i am that disorganized. Why are we talking about this?? its quater past twelve on a Sunday night??? wtf??

Laura: I have nothig else to do in life. Well, not strictly true, just not till October. And blond one has also finished all her AS levels

Well. It's clear that we're very very different. But i love her anyway. Even if she plays her music far too loud, insists on hanging around in dark rooms with no light, and has absolutly no order whatsover to her make up (it makes it harder to find anythign TO nick ffs), and she's always planning on coming up to see me and not talking to the parents about it, and makes me look like an awaful daughter etc etc but i still love her.

Ellen: to be fair, all i really wear is mascara, theres nothing to order!! but you love me wow!!! youve never told me before!!!! im feeling quite teary. *blub* okay we're probably going to argue about why i dont curl the toothpaste tube up into a little snail or something like that in a minute. And why don't i curl the toothpaste tube up into a little snail?? BECAUSE ITS A WASTE OF TIME GODDAMMIT. anyway yes i love you too sis. I hope all you people i don't know at all have enjoyed reading this blog.

Laura: The moral of the post today

• Tell your sister or brothers that you love them: blood is defo thicker than water.
• And curl the tootpaste tube to save on toothpaste.(Ellen) or...don't because to be honest before I go to sleep especiall after a drunk night, its the last thing im bothered about, unless you're a weird organization obsessive compulsive person like my sister. That is all i have to say. (Laura) What's with all the 'Z's? Do you think that you're bloody American?????? (Ellen) yezz i doezzz (post descends into bickering)

A Historic Third Term: The alternative analysis.

So, the election. I'm not gonna talk about swings. I'm going to talk blusher, and eyebrows.

Last night I counted at least three incidents of crap blusher. Too many overthin and over arching eyebrows, and cases where eyebrows could do with a good going over.

The one that upset me the most was Justine Grenningthingy who stole Putney from us. I swear, I just wanted to attack her with a pair of tweezers. The girl needs to be frogmarched to the nearest beauty salon and have all that extra unruly hair waxed off. And SOON. And someone needs to give her blusher application lessons.one stripe (and slightly too red as well) under her eyes. You use the whole blimming cheek. And a big brush, not normally the one that came with it. And she needed a more peachy based one.

no-one else in the pub really gave a toss what I was blathering on about.

FAME!!!!!!!!!

Ahem. In this week's student media.

http://www.sheffieldbase.com/story.php?s=790

Run like the wind (ha!)

Now, as I said earlier, I insanely signed up to do a race for life thingy. (oh yes, sponsor me! If you like!http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/lauramcleod).

I started off hating running. Seriously. I used to bunk off PE lessons involving soely running - it was ok if I was running with a hockey stick, that was fine, and rounders never required me to run far, but anything like cross country, athletics or my MOST HATED and dreaded thing , the Bleep Test. I've been a memeber of the gym for most of university, and managed to avoid the treadmill until about six weeks ago.

The devil may care aspect of me (I have one, you just have to look) thought I'd sign up to do RFL. and i started training. Oh, and I hated it. It really hurt, made me go all red and bothered and I got terrible latic acid issues in my lower legs. And I got paranoid about my boobs shrinking.

Then the wind changed (yeah, I remain ugly), and about two weeks ago, i actually started to enjoy bouncing about on the treadmill. So much so that when short on time, I ditch the rest of my gym workout and just do the treadmill. And today, I managed to do nearly 7K in 45 mins, and feel fine. So fine, it's scary. I'm even thinking of running to the polling station tomorrow (excercise my democratic rights as well as my body don't cha know) and back. Ok, it's only a mile, but there's hills involved. God, what i'm saying is that i might even carry on with this running lark when I've done the RFL.

I might even do the Bleep Tests that S10 have recently made availible. But that's a whole another phychological block.


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