Wow.

This made me laugh so much. I love Animal :)



Anyway, hello internet stalkers, this is Zanny calling on this fine December Night. I cannot type with my left index finger as it has extreme eczema (wow, totally never realised that word has a c in it and no x), or at least a nonhealing cut under the fingernail. What a bumface.

Had mucho madness and amusment earlier, elfing it up with Laura. Our elf costumes are now six inches shorter, but they still don't really resemble the costume in the photo, which is a, shorter and b, more fitted. I am considering writing an exasperated but polite email to the company and tell them that they are rubbish and misleading.
Still, the sight of us two in full elf regalia will be a sight to see, I can assure you of that.

Well, I believe that that is all from me for now, so I'll leave you with a quote.
As the one of the two IT guys that came to change the bulb in English today said;
"I'll be back."

Not amused

I was woken up at half past five by my dad in the shower room, listening to the radio. I got up when he came out and asked him why he was up so early, at which point he realised he hadn't turned his clock back yet.
I finally got back to sleep at around half 6, only to be woken up by my mum offering me some tea at 7. Apparently she thought I was awake because I was coughing. I chose to ignore her and pretend to be asleep in the hope that she might leave me alone for a few more hours. I was then woken up by her bringing me tea anyway at half past 7, which I ignored (it was just too early).
THEN, despite the fact that I am on half term and should be able to lie in a bit, I was forced to get up at 7:45 for no reason! I had no plans until the dentist after 11am (I'll get to that bit later). When I (grumpily) appeared downstairs, I was asked why I looked so sleepy.
BECAUSE IT'S EARLY!
That's why.
Okay, rant over.
The other thing is to do with the dentist. I have a new dentist as my other one left. I am very nervous around people who wield sharp pointy things at me, in particular my face (no innuendo intended, this isn't an English lesson on Dracula), but as it turns out my new lady dentist is very nice. The nub and gist of it is that I have to go to a clinic in Watford for a local anesthetic in order to get 3 fillings done. Damn you parents for giving me my dad's rubbish eyesight and my mum's weak teeth. Epic fail for me :(

Death by peanut butter

Just a quickie today, I think. I must stop procrastinating and get back to English. Surely I should find it easier to write this essay; I know everything but it's just writing things down coherently that I struggle with. If it was a speaking exam, I'd be fine- it's literally that I can't write as fast as my ideas. This was a huge problem, I remember, in year 2 when I missed out words and phrases as a result of a 'fast-flowing mind', as it were. Didn't amuse scary Mrs Betridge though.
Anyway, I made peanut butter sweets yesterday. They're like Reeses' peanut butter cups, only homemade and dark chocolated. Trouble was, I'd measured the peanut butter and sugar out before I realised I had half the amount of icing sugar I needed. I made half quantities instead, then made peanut butter cookies with the rest of the peanut butter and sugar (plus other ingredients). So now I am feeling totally overwhelmed by peanut butter. Not that it stops me from eating the sweets and cookies.
On the plus side, I am also eating satsumas cause having one at Laura's made me remember why I love them.
Back to English now, I think.

PS-Laura, I had cinnamon toast for breakfast today. It is made of AWESOME.