Congratulations to the happy couple...

Just a quick note to say express my happiness (not) for my friend Charlotte (The_slimer) after gaining herself a boyfriend.

Even though they'd only met nine days before.


On facebook.


*glances at Charlotte skeptically*


Nawh I joke hunny bun.

So yes - NOW I MUST GET ON WITH MY HOMEWORK.


For the second time, hasta la vista!

P.S Quick note for Charlotte: Washing machines. 

Homework?

Ah, homework. The very bane of children's lives. Obviously six hours at school, slaving away in pointless lessons whilst teachers lecture the 'naughty' student's in your class isn't enough torment - oh no, you then must come home after a stressful day at school to find a mountain of homework that you have put off until the last second. I myself am facing the daunting task of art homework. Not only do we have to do coursework, oh no, we have to present our work evaluate and do a write up.

Ah, the joy of GCSE.

As you can see, I am still putting off the homework. Why? No idea, none at all. But to be honest, I haven't even had a 'warning' yet, and I'm in my fourth year of high school. Gotta live a little, eh?

Pfft, who am I kidding? I'll be up all night finishing this homework and regretting it tomorrow, but I always do the same thing.

Well, I should probably be getting on with it, so hasta la vista!

When I grow up...

'What do you want to be when you grow up?' It's one of those questions that gets asked a lot. In fact, I think it was one of the very first questions we got asked at primary school. Of course, when I was that young I came up with all stupid ideas. 'Oh, oh, a princess!' was a running theme for the girls, and 'Well I want to be a footballer!' was pretty much the general reply from any of the boys. Evidently as we grew older, we began to say different things, come up with more practical jobs and hardly any of us wanted to do the same thing. From year three to year five I had my heart set on becoming an Egyptologist. Why? Absolutely no idea. I started collecting books, immersing myself in facts and learning all the hieroglyphics. Instead of having pictures of myself and my friends, I had fact sheets and drawings - anything and everything to do with Egypt would enter my life at some stage. Of course, I've grown out of that - sure, I still have all the books and stuff lurking about under my bed, but I don't look at it any more. Then came the phase of being an author - I just had to be one, and so I set to work on drafting ideas, starting out hundreds of stories and never finishing them. I've always been an avid reader, but this time I was obsessed with becoming an author. And, like many other hair-brained plans, it crashed and burned and once more I became boring old me, with no life ambitions and a lack of direction.

Sure, over the years I've wanted to be many things; from a vet to a cartoonist, a party planner to a games-tester, pretty much anything I could think of. However, now I've had to 'grow up' and start preparing for the exams that really do have my future hanging over them, I've had to think more seriously. Gone are the days when I was just a little girl dreaming up big, and pretty impossible, careers - I've had to really decide what I want to do and why.

And so, slightly stemming from my Egyptology and Paleontology days, I honestly can say when I'm older I'd like to be an archaeologist. The past has always fascinated me. I went to YAC (young archaeologist club) when I was younger and dear me I will always remember the day we got to go to an actual excavation. Ah, the simple joy of digging up your own piece of history was bliss. I sound very nostalgic here, it's true, but  honestly I fell in love with it. So, with that in mind, I'd love to take a course in Archaeology at Cambridge Anglia Ruskin University. It's close enough to home that I wouldn't have the worries of rent looming onto me, staying at home and putting up with the early commute instead. And after that? Well, nobody can truly have their live planned out and then follow every part of said plan perfectly, creating their oh-so-perfect life. So to end this rather long winded post, I pose the same question to you: What would you like to do when you're older? I would say something along the lines of 'anything is possible', but I doubt you could have a career in fangirling, eh?

TTFN!

The Eighth Dwarf!

Today I will be talking about my idea for an Eight Dwarf for 'Snow White'. So, we all ready have Happy, Grumpy, Dopey, Sneezy, Sleepy, Bashful and Doc, right? Well, I;m sorry, but those names are just too....Disney. I mean, everything in Disney is all like 'oh no something terrible is happening let us introduce the main love characters, and evil witch or wizard or something and then, taaaaaadaaa everything will be okay, let us sing for the new wedding!" and such. Instead of adding another Disney name, like 'Excited' or something, I'm adding MORBID. :) He's the death-obsessed, miserable dwarf who likes to sit in the corner and mutter to himself. He has very floppy black hair, like the stereo typical 'Alt' kid and wears a Mexican hat and a sugar-skull shirt. He also has a mustache. His favourite food is cheese strings. Morbid has a pet badger called Bert that lives under his bed, and none of the other dwarfs know. He doesn't write poetry or listen to metal music or anything, he likes building mudpies with Bert. 

I like Morbid :)

So yes, if I could create an eighth dwarf he would be called Morbid. 

TTFN! 

My life in 10 years?

Hmm, 10 years, eh? Long time away, to be honest. I’ll be nearly 25!!! Now I feel old D: Heheh, anyway, when I’m 25…hummmmm…well, I’ll probably have (maybe) finished university by then, so knowing me I’ll be jobless, surrounded by a load of animals I rescued from the streets and off food in the fridge. Oooh, maybe a strange collection of beanie toys? That’d be cool.  Not really sure what I wanna do when I’m older, to be honest. If I had to think of a job I’d do it’d probably be working for Greenpeace or being an archaeologist. Oooh, or an author. None of those are very plausible, but hey! You know, I think it’s kind of stupid how they make us choose GCSE options really early. I was year eight (second year of secondary school, when I was like 12/13) when we had to choose and I didn’t have a clue what to take. In the end I took History, Geography, German (We HAD to take a language. Booo!), Art and Drama.

In other news I failed my science tests. I GOT A FREAKING D ON MY CHEMISTRY TEST! To be fair, we only had three questions on the topic we’d actually learnt about, and the rest was atoms, and I was four marks off a C, BUT STILL! A D! So yeah. Aaaand I take triple science.

Fun tiiimes.

IN OTHER, OTHER NEWS I’m meeting up with my friends on Sunday, woop woop! Should be good, we’re going bowling, even though I suck at bowling. My hands are really deformedly small. I mean, seriously. So yeah, I can’t even pick up a bowling ball correctly. How wonderful!

So, where do you guys picture yourselves in 10 years? High flying doctor? Happily married? Still living with your parents? Comments make me smile! J

TTFN! 

What would I change my name to?

I hate my name. Like, actually, hate it. I mean who in their right minds names their child ‘Freyja’? LIKE WHY?! And to make it worse, my last name is Perriment. Everyone calls me peppermint instead.  I suppose my middle name, Grace, is alright but still…

Well, if I could change my name to anything it would be *drum roll please* HORATIO FINKLESTEIN! Why, you might ask? Well, ‘Finklestein’ is the last name my friends and I came up in an English class – we had to come up with an explorer, their name, draw them and a background story. Ours was called Jessica Finklestein and she had a sloth hybrid hand from where she fell over in a dangerous jungle and the toxins in the air caused her wounded hand to mutate into a kind of fury claw thingy. So yes, that name shall always be embedded into my memory. The Horatio part? Nope, I got nothing. It means timekeeper but yeah. I just like the way it rolls off the tongue; say it with me, folks! Horatio! It sounds funny in a posh accent Teehee.

Okay I need help.

Anyway, that is what I would change my name to – Horatio Finklestein. So what would you guys change your name to? Feel free to comment ;)

HASTA LA VISTA! 

Helloooo!

Hey everyone! As you lovely people can see, this is my (new) blog. Yup, new. I did have an old blog which, for a while, was going really well but then my laptop wouldn’t go on blogger for aaaaages and when it finally did go on…well, I was out of the habit. So, I decided, ‘you know what? Fresh start, new blog’. I do things better that way – start totally from fresh. To welcome you too my wonderful world of weirdness, I shall list 10 random things about me:

1. My name is Freyja (You do NOT pronounce the ‘j’. It’s said like Freya, but I’m just so snazzy I have an extra letter)
2. I have a pet giant African land snail called Speedy. It was meant to be ironic at the time, but…well, now it’s just darn hopeful.
3. I LIVE IN ENGLAND! J (Royal Britannia, Britannia rules the waves – at least, I think that’s the lyrics….oops)
4. I have an undying fear of needles and injections
5. I have asthma, exma, nut allergies, sesame seed allergies and fur allergies. Oh, and hay fever. Yaaaay (!)
6. I cannot stand the smell of oranges
7. I often say ‘le’ instead of ‘the’ and ‘meh’ instead of ‘me’ because I’m just so awesome (I wish)
8. I fangirl about, like, EVERYTHING. I apologise in advance for any fan monologues that may or may not (probably will) happen
9. I’m friends with The_Slimer (http://theslimer.blogspot.co.uk/) but she doesn’t know I have a new blog – MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
10. I am going to my third big concert this year to see Black Veil Brides – I’M SO EXCITED, AND I JUST CAN’T HIDE IT, I’M ABOUT TO LOOSE CONTROLL AND I THINK I LIKE IT – okay I’m good now.

TAAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Yes, I know, not very exciting but what can I say? So yeah, that’s 10 random stuff about me. J

Well, that concludes my first post! Hope it wasn’t too boring, eh?

Anyways, Ta-ta for now!

P.S I actually have no idea about my blog title either.