I can hold it in no longer. It is something which I feel MUST be dealt with severely, and people who do these things must be punished! Yeah that's right, punished!

You know when you're on msn, but you're doing your homework too, and it's almost as if every single contanct on your msn is telepathic and can sense that you are busy doing something much more important than talking to them and all of a sudden start talking to you? Or if you appear 'away' or 'busy' or maybe even 'out to lunch', and people still can't take a hint, and decide to start talking to you.

And then you get the people who are either so paranoid and think that you are ignoring them, or are just simply overly annoying, and whenever you say 'brb' they will keep saying 'are you back yet?' every five minutes, even when there is no reply they don't seem to get the message - literally- and carry on harrassing you until you're back. Or those people who don't seem to understand what 'brb' means, and continue with the conversation and then wonder why you aren't replying, and then when you actually spell it out properly and put 'be right back' they still don't listen. Is this pure arrogance, or just idle stupidity?

You also get those people who have WAY too many emoticons, and every other word is an animated picture, and you have to figure out what they are trying to say. Don't they stop and think about how annoying this could potentially be? Really, they should do what I do, and when naming emoticons write in capitals. However, one disadvantage of doing this is when you get mad at someone over msn and have an argument and start writing in capitals then you tend to look a bit stupid when every sentence has at least one little dancing monkey in it or something. (not that I promote online arguments, because being brutal with a keyboard isn't something that strikes me as a proper full-blown argument, and is just for people who can't argue in real life so harrass people over the internet).

Also, one of the most annoying things (for me anyway) has to be people who don't seem to be able to type properly and so rite lyk vis. Int it fukin anoyin wen u cant properly tel wot sum1 is sayin and desperately need 2 hav sum proper english lesons? And just because I am a completely horrible person, I am going to copy and paste some of my friends names and pm's here, just to show you what I have to suffer each time I go online:

Trina get 2 heven, since she woz 11, but the gurl with yello neva wanted 2 go 2 church...

I luv matty 4 lyf n my luv 4 im keeps gettin stronga... luv u babez!

Can you see how much I want to get a virus on my computer, and send it to them each time they come online?! Only joking, I would never do that! But maybe I'm too fond of the english language... I understand that not everyone is capable of stringing a perfectly punctuated and correctly spelt sentence together. But surely the less intelligent people on my contact list who don't seem to be able to spell the simplest of words could at least try and put 'life' instead of 'lyf... Just for me and my obsession with grammar and punctuation? Either that, or I block the bastards! No, even for me that's a bit extreme...

Also, another thing for me to complain about is those people who add you to conversations which seem to have about twenty people in them! And it's even worse when you only know a few people in that conversation and are completely lost in what they are talking about and even when you close the window and leave the conversation they just add you again!

And while I'm on this topic, people who have viruses on their computers REALLY MUST BE HUNG, DRAWN, AND QUARTERED! Especially when they send stupid messages like:

miss mystery >_< says (21:04):
take a look at this picture i took of my new hair color. What do you think? too dark?

And then they try and send you a 'file' which actually contains a virus. These (from what I can gather) are the worst types of virus and are hard to get rid of if you don't have expensive internet security things (I don't know what they're called, who do you think I am? Stephen Hawking?!)




But msn is still something which I honselty believe I would go clinically insane without. So despite all of these extremely annoying factors, there are still a lot of good things about msn, but I think I should leave that rant to another day, otherwise anyone who reads this are going to take one look at the length of the blog and instantly think that I am just a moaning teenager who likes to complain about everything and anything, which I hope isn't the case, as I don't wish to turn into my mother just yet.

Bye
x

Rainbow Puddles

In all honesty, I well and truly have developed a hatred for singing. Which is a complete shame as I used to love it, and used to be chosen every year at my primary school to sing solo's in plays. With my dad being a karaoke DJ - I was always destined for music. It was something which I felt was forced upon me as a small child, as both of my older brothers are somewhat tone-deaf. I would now and again go to my dads karaoke, and he would tell me what songs to sing. This was fine until I started to develop my own taste in music, and started liking bands such as Arctic Monkeys and The Feeling - bands which my dad disliked. I don't at all blame him for my rather unhealthy obsession with music, but I do however blame him for the reason why I stopped singing. We didn't go out to the pub often, but when we did we would go to a karaoke, and he would pick songs for me to sing that he thought the audience would like. So if there were lots of old aged pensioners in the audience he would advise me to sing 'Crazy by Patsy Cline' or some other song which I didn't like.

This was the main reason - along with my speech impediment - why I decided to stop singing. And it is something which I admit to regretting. I started to write poetry and over the years my poems have developed into songs, which I sing whilst banging some chords on my keyboard. But it is only recently that I decided to record some of my own songs via a trampy webcam. Sound quality is far from what you would expect of a professional song, but it is something which I have wanted to do for a while now, so I recorded songs whenever I was alone in the house, and would convert them to audio files. I know that they songs aren't perfect, but I never got round to recording them again.

For something which has only taken me a couple of weeks, and considering I am not a computer geek, I think it's pretty good for something I've done, and I should be proud of my accomplishment. However, the songs are terribly quality and my voice tends to wander off and start letting dodgy notes out now and again. And the lyrics are somewhat politically incorrect and perverted, but I'm sure you can forgive me for that.

The album is called Rainbow Puddles. I can send it to you via msn or email if you want it :)

Track list:
1. You're Just Like The Sun [own song]
2. Elastic Band [ own song]
3. Hallelujah
4. With Or Without You
5. Dream A Little Dream
6. She Fucked My Guy [own song]
7. Tango Face And Fake Tan Knees [own song]
8. My Friends Think I'm A Druggie [own song]
9. Flagpole Sitta
10. Lovesong

Please ask for it, and comment on the songs and tell me what you think of it.

I really do appreciate the support I get from people, it means a tremendous lot to me.

Send me an email: cola-crusher@hotmail.co.uk

Thanks! :)
x

Danyel Quotes

BEWARE, RANDOM BLOG ALERT!

My genes made me do it.

A lot of people are so full of c**p that they don't even realise that they are so full of c**p, so they go their whole lives - full of c**p - until somebody stands up to them and tells them that they are so full of c**p... That person is usually me.

Somebody ahd to be the next 'weirdo-who-could-only-get-a-job-in-a-freak-show-circus-thing' and Boy George was already Boy George so it had to be me.

Adult animators only create kids cartoons so that people think they are good with kids.

I was dissapointed when I found out I didn't have an OCD. I wanted a valid excuse for my weird personality.

Homophobics are gay.

Most men are chauvanistic perverts, the others are transexuals.

Uranus is made of gas!

Oh great, I'm a frigid whore!

I am going to stop being all 'nice little Danyel who felt like a slightly kinder Simon Cowell whilst cruelly rejecting Danny Everall' and start going out with people who I actually have feelings for.

I have no problem with people who are different to me... Well I do have a problem with them if they have a problem with me, so actually, I have a lot of problems with a lot of people.

Don't worry, you're a slut, you'll probably die soon cos of Aids.

I'm surprised at the number of people who think that green is a primary colour.

Enjoy life cos you only live once, unless of course you believe in ressurection, in which case you're stupid.

Person 1: I am not a prostitute!
Person 2: Oh really, I guess you must be on a sponsored shag then...

It's all doing my non-existant ego a hell of a lot of good!

Stupid, whore-faced, anti-christ!

Sluttysluttyslagmonster!

I have standards, they may be low, but I have them.

I used to think that everybody ahd a nice side to them, and then I met you, thank you for correcting me.

I will cyber rape you in a minute!

I don't think there is a Mrs Pacman, because Pacman likes to eat balls, so it's kinda confirmed that he's gay.

I'm not laughing, I'm just smiling in general.

Distress should mean the opposite of stress, but really they mean the same thing!

Jarvis Cocker wants to sleep with common people, get in there Jess Icke!

The bad news is that I officially look like a hamster, the good news is that hamsters are cute!

Person 1: Let's play Numberwang!
Person 2: Ok.
[FIVE MINUTES LATER]
Person 2: How the hell was I meant to have guessed 36.91?!






All in all, for someone who is supposedly meant to be smart and sophisticated in her grammar and choice of language, I do say a lot of random things...

My Ex Boyfriend

It must be said, that I have had some truly crap boyfriends. But one that is annoying me to breaking point recently has to be a certain someone named Joey.

Let me start from the beginning. I went to a local high school which was full of people who weren't like me at all, they hated me and made the two and a half years that I was there pure hell. So I moved to a school which was the other side of town and if I remember correctly, Joey asked me out the second day that I was there. He hardly knew me, I hardly knew him - one mistake that I will always regret, for I would never have gone near him if I had gotten to know him first.

I decided to go out with him purely because I thought I wouldn't get any better offers. Years of having every ounce of self-esteem and confidence knocked out of me by mindless yobs at my previous school made me think that I wouldn't be able to get another boyfriend anytime soon, so I foolishly said yes when he asked me out over msn.

He seemed alright for four months or so. Then he started to talk to a girl called Deanne over msn. From what I could gather, they were very keen on each other - too keen if you ask me. They both liked each other, and sometimes I was reluctantly added to three-way conversations with Joey, Deanne, and myself. Their conversations weren't what I would call just friendly chats. In fact they spoke to each other as if they were going out with each other, while I was in the conversations with them!

Well this obviously bothered me, but I decided to think nothing of it, because I hadn't previously had much experience with boys so I accepted this sort of thing as being normal boy behaviour. But a few weeks later he cowardly dumped me over msn. This didn't bother me in the slightest, but I couldn't believe it when he told me why he was breaking up with me. He had seen me hugging Aaron (one of my best friends who just so happens to be a boy) so he wrongly accused me of cheating on him. It was perfectly acceptable for him to talk to Deanne over msn - and even over the phone, but I wasn't allowed to show some innocent affection towards one of my best friends? Even though to this present day I still believe that he dumped me for Deanne (they started going out a few weeks after myself and Joey broke up) I was happy about this, because he had gotten rather overbearing, and I secretly had wanted to finish with him for a while.

You must remember that this was a year ago, and I am rather shocked at how my feelings for him have completely changed in that short space of time, as it only feels like yesterday when I was the 'new girl'. But for a good three months at least, Joey has been coming over to my group of friends at dinnertime, and he has been causing nothing but havoc and mayhem. He constantly steals girls shoes and runs riot with other peoples belongings. More often than not, girls have been without their school bag, or a shoe, or something else for the best part of dinner, and only get their possessions back when the bell goes. Only just whilst writing this, I have cottoned on to the fact that it really is only girls who he seems to target, and there is usually at least one girl each dinnertime would end up hopping around with one shoe on, and I would run after Joey myself in the hope that I might get the shoe back. He would try anything in his power to keep that shoe or bag or whatever it may be, and he seemed to go to any extreme lengths in doing so, and on numerous occasions stuffed other peoples property down his trousers. Well nobody would want it back once it's been down there would they?

Joey is also the most racist person that I know apart from my dad. And as a string of unneccesary 'black' jokes streamed out of his mouth, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. A handful of rather loud, argumentative, boys of mixed race were present as these distasteful 'jokes' were broadcast, and said nothing. But don't worry, because I severely bit his head off - being someone who can't stand any form of discrimination (Zac Efrom jibes don't count!) and I made my feelings known.

Also, another perfectly good reason to dislike him is the fact that despite dumping me because of a mere embrace with a friend, he literally begged me to dump my boyfriend at the time for him. I refused to do so, as you would expect me to. But he then had the audacity to tell me: "dump him or cheat on him then". A quote which will remain with me for as long as I have the great pleasure in knowing Joey, and something which I will always hold against him, and who knows, maybe even use it for any future blackmail purposes. He must seriously have a picture of Johnny Depp on his bedroom mirror if he thinks I would ever willingly go near him again.

And lastly, I take art GCSE, and take great pride in my sketchbook. It is something which I am extremely attatched to, and each page in it represents me. Joey grabbed my school bag one dinnertime and took my sketchbook out of it, and started looking through it. He told me that he just wanted to look at it, so I let him do so without being rude. Then once he had gotten to the last page, he said sarcastically: "I want to look through it again". So he did. Once he had done this, he ran away with it like a childish boy, holding my beloved artbook in his arms, with me chasing after him like a desperate serial killer. After about ten minutes of doing this I decided to give up, and realised that I would get my artbook sooner or later, but became increasingly unhappy during this lunchtime, not knowing what Joey might be doing with my artbook. I was completely amazed when one of my lesser friends told him to stand on my artbook, and he did. He also grabbed my pencil case and removed all of the contents and placed them in a line along the ground, and I was told to "follow the trail and get the treasure at the end" - the treasure being my artbook which Joey was clutching in his hands. After a lot of stubborn refusal to do this, I did it, and finally got my artbook back, and made Joey pick up all of my stationary which he had so cruelly scattered all over the ground. It wasn't until later that night while I was at home, when I noticed that he had written "Joey was here" on the back page in my sketchbook. Yes, it may have been the last page, it might not have mattered so much, but he could have written it in invisible ink for all I care. It was rude, and insensitive, and he shows no consideration for anybody else or their possessions. He remains to this day, to be a thoughtless, sarcastic, annoying person, and I seriously dislike myself for being so bad of a judge of character for ever going out with him.

And he wonders why I constantly want to kick him in his crotch every time that I see him?