TASH: My plea

Dear wonderful writers of Greek,

I am writing to ask, nay, beg of you to ignore the stupid poll on the abc website. Yes, okay, Cappie and Casey were cute. Note my use of the past tense. WERE! Yah, yah, I get drama is fun, heart wrenching stuff is all good....but honestly?!?! I think we can establish with the new, sweet, R-worshipping, whipped Cappie, that he's not the same Kappa Tau anymore.

See...

I get that Rebecca is a cow. I do. I mean, who says 'How awkward for you!' when told she did the dirty with someone else's boyfriend? You have created a monster, you wonderful, evil writers. BUT this monster has a heart. And I quite like the heart, hence this letter. (Well, actually, the only reason why I'm writing this letter is because everyone seems to fricking like C/C and while I do, I have a soft spot for witches. And not just because of Harry Potter.)

Where was I? Oh yes! While my love for Greek can only be compared with my unofficial love for CR (who is looking scrummy) and his strange knees (Nat...hate you for pointing it out) I am mad! CAPPIE AND REBECCA! CAPPIE AND REBECCA! CAPPIE AND REBECCA! Or, Cabecca, as I think I have seen them referred to. Or well, I shall give you another option (being the generous soul I am). He can totally marry me....Huh? Huh? Okay, so it was a long shot, but really, give them a chance!

I will picket and hold a protest if I have to.

Yours sincerely,

Tasha

P.S. If you would be so kind as to pass on a slap to Cappie for me. How could he?!?

The GK diaries - Day one

Okay, so I got my gotu kola tablets, 100 at 250mg at Holland and Barratt for £7.48 inc postage.  The first ingredient is bulking agents...um...should I be worried?

Things it may effect: -

Mood: Alright, bit down in the dumps. 4/10
Concentration: Slightly below medicore. 4/10
Alertness: Sluggish. 4.5/10
Tiredness: Sluggish. 5/10
Skin: Pale. Blotchy. The norm. 6/10
Memory: horrendous 3/10

So, what is gotu kola?

According to http://www.umm.edu/altmed/articles/gotu-kola-000253.htm, it is used in many things. Reasearch has been done on this (I still need to double check with PubMed, but I'm pretty sure it's all kosher). Supposed to help with vaircos veins, wound healing, skin lesions, high blood pressure, anxiety...

The bottle I got recomends 2 tablets (500g) a day, but the website says 1000mg a day. Taking two, because the website also says dosage depends on way prepared. The
manufacturer knows best!

Am going to take for 6 weeks, with a two week break.

Wish me luck!

NATS - procrastinating...

How come all the rich, successful people come from Oxord or Cambridge?

1. Kate Beckinsdale. The hair! The face! The money! Why!??!
2. Smoothie founders Richard Reed, Adam Balon and Jon Wright. Cambridge graduates. Huh?
3. Sasha Baron Choen. No comment.
4. Sophie Kinsella. Now this one makes me super jealous. Super cool. If you've read her books, you know. Super talented, and seems very nice. Not to mention if she's anything like Becky Bloomwood (from her shopaholic series) has super nice clothes. And bags. I'm jealous. Especially about the bag bit.

That's four. Off the top of my head.  Now, I'm going to sulk for a bit. An then sulk a bit more.

xoxoxo

Tash - GROSSNESS ON EVERY LEVEL

Okay, so as if hearing the Brownie Hounds (if you don’t know who they are, look at my last post) practically EVERY night isn’t torture enough, I am forced to hang out with strange people aka the roadies (who, by the way aided Eric in my kidnapping) and yes this does include Eric. Okay, granted, they are cool…ish. And not stuck up. Just they’re really, really….guyish? I dunno how to describe it.

Oh wait, yes I do…gross.

It’s like no one here has manners. No, it’s not nice to fart and then lock people up in a stupid little coach with no functioning windows. No, it’s not nice to use up all the toilet paper, and leave people stranded when they have just done a number two. No, it’s not nice to flash your hairy arse to practically the only girl on the tour crew. And no, I do not want to know what you got up to last night with Vicky. Or Allison, or May or even Susie.

Boys.

And you wonder why none of them have girlfriends. It’s a no brainer. Really.

So, Auds, Nat, I said that I’d give you the goss on the groupies. Think of loads of eyeliner, double it, inches of caked on foundation and straightened to death hair. Now, don’t get me wrong, some of these girls are pretty and some are pretty desperate. And well, they’re only guys. I mean, people throwing themselves at you is most definitely hard to refuse.

Even Eric *shudder* gets his share. Even thinking that makes me feel queasy.

So from Cardiff…with nausea, lots of love,

Tashie

NATS - pity me!

NATS - Boredness

Because I’m bored, here’s a list of my current obsessions: -

• Twilight (namely one RP, and all the rest of those yummy vamps)
  
• Mac n cheese.
  
• Rice cookers (just not mine. It overflows)
  
• Cooking mac n cheese in a rice cooker (no can do. I/It sucks)
  
• Um...shapes. Heh. This is embarrassing.

Tash - KIDNAPPED!

Okay, so regardless of the fact that I have a TON of work, and I mean a TON of work, I have been kidnapped. By my own brother no less. What was it they say about kidnappers? You always know them or something. Well, my darling brother was never one to follow rules. Until now.

‘You’re a bastard.’ I told him ranting as he bundled (yes, bundled) me into the car, driving in his usual reckless manner.

‘I’m going to ask this one more time, and I demand an answer – what the hell?’

‘Just chill, sis, chill.’

‘Chill? Chill? CHILL?’

‘Supersonic much? Look, just chill sis, I’ve talked with McKenzie and it’s all fine and dandy. Now, just RELAX.’

‘Relax? Relax? RELAX?...’

Rolling his eyes and twisting the knob, he smiled at me (the little git!) before drowning me out with Motley Crue. O how wunnerful.

See, Auds, Nat, I DO post here. If only to rant about stupid little turds like Eric. For those of you who don’t know Eric, he’s my brother. Or was. He’s not likely to be my brother for much longer – wait until I can get my hands on that scrawny beanpole. He’s the little rebel in our family. Being twins, we both decided simultaneously that further education was not for us, and unlike me, Eric has decided to pursue an unusual career path…. Smokin’ hot Rock n’ roller. His words, not mine. Can you feel the sarcasm? You should.

Regardless to say, mother was shocked and Daddy thought it was a phase he would grow out of. Some parents just live in the Nile, don’t they?

So anyhow, somehow it turns out that Eric has convinced Daddy (the boss) to let me take three weeks off, to tour with him, and the ….Brownie hounds*. The slimy little…

Deep breaths, deep breaths. So here I am, locked up in a tourbus with three smelly boys. (All roadies, not a single one of them hot Auds) Do you feel my pain?

Dirty socks…pants (I’m informed they don’t even bother wearing boxers anymore – it’s just more laundry)…old pizza…a crusty chicken wing from KFC in my bed….old pasta….And all I have is my laptop, and my HTC. Feeling my pain yet?

All I have are the clothes on my back and a spare T shirt Eric thought to grab for me (obviously planning isn’t his strong point).

Feeling it yet?

No?

The brownie hounds are pop.

Oh yah, you feel my pain, don’t you.

*yah, I don’t really want to use their real name. We may attract weird teenyboppers and tweenies. There’s nothing more scary than fan girls, believe me. I’ve met plenty. But more about that in a later post.

Oh and this is a reference to The Breakfast Club (the rockin-est movie ever!). And yes, these boys really are brownie hounds. If you know what it means. If you don’t, look it up on urbandictionary.com

AUDS: I swear...

Things I will never do (again): -

• Make up a fake vampire boyfriend, because it’s funny. In my defence, it sure seemed funny at one o clock in the AM (yes Nats, I know you’re appalled, but let’s face I really don’t need beauty sleep)
  
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• I will also never stalk a famous chef. Even if guys who cook are total catches. Now, a famous vampire (twilight – Edward) shall be a different matter. Robert Pattinson was Cedric. And you guys did always say I should be a Hufflepuff.
  
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• Drink red bull and vodka. It’s lethal.
  
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• Drink ‘surprise’ drinks or eat ‘surprise’ food. They’re not so much surprises as nasty. Nasty, nasty, nasty. I shudder.
  
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• Procrastinate. All nighters are evil, and after that vodka and red bull incident, I’m off red bull (and i hate coke), so all nighters on just coffee is NOT nice. Also, it wreaks havoc with my sleeping pattern, so now it’s all screwed up!
  

As from this moment on, I solemenly swear to not do any of the above, excluding times of desperateness (see, I really am sleep deprived. I don’t even think I’m making any sense)

Audrey (in a state of zombiness)

NATTIE: My Attempt at Being Mystic Meg

Whoo! 2008!

So, this is the time to make all our good intentions’ for the New Year. And then break them.

Auds…

Only joking! Just cos we’re older, doesn’t mean we’re wiser :P

So instead of doing something boring, like posting my resolution – which I probably should, because you know I’ll forget them, I thought I’d do something cool like predictions for the New Year.

So here we go: -

1. FAT – will be big. Heh heh. Yes, I’m talking about the obesity ‘epidemic’. What with that documentary on the half a ton woman, and all this stuff on the news, fat seems to be big news. Of course that will also mean that we’ll see a rise in other things like bulimia and anorexia.
   
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3. BABIES – what with all these celebs being up the duff, watch out people, we’re about to be bombarded by ugly (but still prettier than normal – they are form pretty parents) babies, left right and centre. Prepare to defend yourself as you walk by your local news stand from gurgling, crying, pooing brats.
   
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5. FAME, FORTUNE AND SOEMTHING ELSE BEGINNING WITH AN F – someone will finally recognize Auds hotness and so unleash her on the catwalk. Or on screen, or on our TV, or something. And she’ll be super famous. And remember poor little Tash and me. And buy us that coffee she promised a week ago. Right Tash?
   

Ok, so I got bored of the prediction thing on the third one. See Auds, that is what alcohol does…kills your brain cells (not to mention your liver). Last time I ever go out with you. Tash, you quite recovered from the fireworks? For those of you who didn’t see the fireworks in central - Oh. My. God. It’s a wonder we can still hear or even see. It was an explosive start. Now, let’s hope the rest of the year is just as thrilling.

Nattie xxx