these prunes are made for dancin

The desire by some to reintroduce capital punishment into this country is one that leaves me intensely angry. How can we ever be sure that those who are found guilty, are actually the guilty party? Granted, if they are guilty then they should be punished but who are we to proclaim that death is the best punishment?! Those of you familliar with the writings of Foucalt will be aware that he argues that the most effective form of punishment involves mind control, explaining the influx of security guards, CCTV, bodyguards and alike into our modern society. Big Brother is always watching you.

I am one who subjects themselves to constant surveilance, some may call it paranoia. Foucalt argues that eventually the aforementioned methods of social control will no longer be needed as our own inner selves will replace their role. My brother and I often talk about the extent to which our actions are pre-meditated and how we can control seemingly natural responses to situations. However I must maintain that I am not a fraud. These words you see before you are meerly the thoughts piling from my head to my typing fingers. Oh and I'm not messed-up in the head, just forever pensive.

I went to Liverpool today and visted the Tate. I'm really peeved that I havn't followed my instinct to take Art at college and pursue the subject further. I suppose I could cultivate my talents without the element of a qualification but I know I'll never produce anything of quality which will be too frustrating to cope with. Perhaps I could mould a career out of being me...just a thought.

The Justin Timberlake album is rather lovely, track 7 is incredibly simmilar to Stevie but still good in it's own right. I tried to make a mini disc that differs from the themes of my others; i.e not guitar or jazz orientated. I kind of gave up.

Despite wishing to expand my musical interests I must express my love for the band called The Zutons. Please follow my link, you will love them and they really deserve recognition. I've met the lead singer a couple of times and not only is he very talented, he is incredibly friendly and fully deserving of leverage into the world of acclaimed musicians.

No word from my Australia friend, perhaps he's all ready burnt himself and worrying about my reaction. Or maybe he's just too busy for the likes of me! Anyway, hope your happy.

x

On the blogger homepage I've only just worked out that the 10 most recently published blogs doesn't mean the 10 newest sites but the 10 newest messages. Maybe this lovely message will be encountered by an unsuspecting traveller on the information highway.

Yeharr

For the first time I wore my contact lenses to my most frequently visited nightclub. I got told that without my glasses on, I looked like a member of Girls Aloud. Is this good I pondered...

The ejecter button of the CD player in my friend's car has broken. He was listening to Girls Aloud at the time so now it's on a loop. The prune.

Why do birds suddenly appear everytime you are near? Because you are eating bread.

As I type this, my good friend is travelling across the world enroute to Australia. I love him but I do worry about his sun protection, please don't let me down Mr.

I thought of the most fantastic super power last night. Imagine having eyelashes that generate enough power to make you fly. I'm so jealous of people with long eyelashes. And those with the ability to fly.

Last night was lovely but I'm really worried that my body may deceive me and I won't manage another 2 nights.

I'm a ninconpoop. Ha!

My brother just gave me a frilly hat, he says go on his site so go...on...his...site

http://ontheturn.blogspot.com

I kind of crashed someone's party last night, only for about half an hour but it was really bizarre to see all of the beautiful people from school. They all thought I was attached because I turned up with a male and it was quite odd.

I hardly ever get a signal on my phone in my house. I suppose its the land lines fighting back, good for them.

Oh and I got kind of piddled last night but I coped, Im a big kid now.

I havn't drunk alcohol for 1 month 2 days since the prom episode. Despite uttering the vow that I wouldn't drink till December, I may do tonight.

My dad was drunk when I got in last night, he was so lovely, told me how much he loves me and how great I am etc. I don't know why you lot don't that on a regular basis, I am great after all.

I love the words colonic irrigation. Is that odd?

I know how to make dumb belles...just dye their hair!

In the pub tonight my eye make-up had smudged to resemble a spider squashed beneath my lashes. I mean, it looked like i had an upside tambourine under there. No-one told me.

My exams have finished, may my happy life commence! So long my life of constant worry, hello happiness. Hello frogs spawn, may we smile and bask in the sunshine of life

x

I've eaten too much. It is now 2.00 and i've eaten...

2 pieces of toast [breakfast]
a packet of hula hoops [midmorning revision snack]
a packet of mini cheddars[mid midmorning snack]
a chocolate mousse [I got bored]
a galaxy ice cream [dinner]
a cocunut macaroon and a half[dinner]
a fruit corner [dinner]
and soon I will eat 2 hot cross buns once me delightful bro has prepared them for consumption.

I feel so swanky despite being a big greedy guts. I've rejected the 80s barnet to acquire a 60s flick, wahey! Such originality has never been established by another, lets all rejoice. Don't worry, I am aware of my lack of originality but feel I should at least try and seperate myself from the masses who succumb to the style conventions of those with power, the capitalist fashion designers [ha ha], even if I do end up looking like a ponce.

And I couldn't be bothered styling my hair properly this morning.

It's really hard to express sound-effects when typing. Maybe I should commence research into producing an accompaning CD for http://prunes.blogspot.com, a track for every post reflecting the day's ponceyness , how fitting.

Not as fitting as a sock though, socks are the only items of clothing that actually fit me properly. When I'm, older I might buy shares into a sock company and sponser bus drivers to wear them, someone is bound to be a victim of my effective advertising ploy. One day I will indoctrinate you all.

Now back to my revision, please leave me alone and stop staring at me like that! In a couple of days I'll be able to talk so just let me be, pull the door too when you leave, thanks.

x

Sue Barker and Claire Balding. According to my brother there is a strong simmilarity between their haircuts. Poor women.

Are there any long term repocussions of consuming microwave food? If so I'm likely to be a sufferer. Who would have known that my own lazyness would be my downfall!

I hate it when you are extremely self conscious of those around you but subconsciously you are aware of their nonchalence of your existense. They don't really give a damn so just dance. Oh and put on your red shoes. And dance the blues.

My friend's band were on the local volunteer radio this morning. Here is their site for those interested; http://www.thechaseonline.co.uk/. Was quite eerie to hear them but good luck to them, may they prosper.

I aint so peed off now. Had 2 exams today so just 1 left, what a glorious life I lead.

Hula hoops are beautiful.

I've got 80s hair for the first time in my life despite existing for 6 years in the colourful decade. I'm finally fufilling my potential.

Have you ever noticed that people's misconceived peceptions of you often determine your eventual being? Ok, maybe I'm just encorporating the concept of self fufilling prophecy into my own views, I admit that, but I do believe it to be true. For example, the reason I enforce so much pressure onto the need to succeed in the education is because common opinion is of the belief that I succeed. Therefore by succumbing to the pressure I am providing evidence to verify the perception.

Its a good job people don't expect me to dance like a chicken. I do that enough already.

I'm peed off with being self-orientated but conscious of it whilst simultaneously being ignored by 'them'. I live in a contradictory world, Beckham has left after all.

My mother laughed at my attire but did not answer when I enquired about her day.

For all my talk about sun protection, I think I've burnt my neck.

May the good times roll.

I've forgotton what I was going to write, it was in my head just a minute ago...oh yeah, don't vent your frustration through anger, you will only alienate yourself. As hard as it is, I suggest that you open up to those who express concern about your mental wellbeing, as they say, a problem shared is a problem halved.

Oh and don't wash up, you'll only smash the pots.

Having said that, it's hard to be vulnerable and much easier to keep it inside, after all, you are the one with the problem. But beleive me, you'll feel better after talking, oh and as daytime tv presenters say, I'm listening!

My brother has returned from university, I love him. I know that that is a statement made by many sisters concerning their siblings but when uttered by myself the statement is true in the rawest sense possible.

I'm so pensive when considering my future romances, thats if I ever embark upon another journey of mutual admiration. I don't know if I could ever love someone enough to have a monogamous relationship with them. I don't beleive in 'soul mates' but think of it like a maths equation. I am aware that everyone is different but people can be grouped into formulaic symbols such as *' and there are only a certain number of combinations possible. Therefore, it is possible to have several soul mates and the longevity of a relationship depends on it's simmilarities with your perfect formulaic partner.

I got a 'B' in Maths G.C.S.E.

I just had my English Language exam, I don't think I produced a strong Radio 4 transcript but I suppose that that is something to be proud of.

'x'

Never sing first thing in the morning before an exam as your parents are liable to worry that you've got over the edge and are teetering into manic depression.

Especially if you are singing in a Bob Marley accent.

Never eat chips and gravy and offer me one, I'll only say no. Don't offer me crisps that differ from the ready salted variety, I'll only bite your head off and not the crisp.

I've just recieved the pre-release material for my English Language exam and one of the booklets is on the film Psycho which is SO interesting!I've never got around to seeing the film and so this is kinda spoiling it a little but oh well, I did know about the shower scene after all.

My history exam was quite kind except i think that my answer could have been considerably better if id have had more time which sounds like a stupid thing to say but i only said it because i love the topic and would have happily written for hours!

Oh how narrowly focussed I am, not asking any of you loyal devotees to the religion of Phoebe how you are, god how rude of me.

Ok, as humbly as i can type this i shall utter these words, how are you oh lovely and kind perceptive people? I do hope you are well, especially in regardence to the delightful weather, i do hope you are ensuring you are fully protected from the miser that is the sun.

To paint ones fingernails but neglect ones toes is not a sign of negligence, don't worry buttercups.

[Did you know that the term 'X marks the spot' derives from the practice during the middle ages for the illiterate to sign their name with an x and then to kiss the spot in order to demonstrate it had been signed in good faith (bearing in mind that the cross is a Christian symbol) However at some pont the act of kissing the paper and putting a kiss led to the two being intertwined. Therefore, when i sign this blog with x im not wishing you love just signing by name!]

x

My friend informed me that he slept downstairs because there was a spider above his bed. How pathetic. He also said that it was too far away to try and kill it which distresses me immensely. How would we feel like if another creature killed us through irrational fear?

Save our Spiders

Last night I stuck some of my poems on my bedroom walls. This is possibly an indication of my lack of social life so those who know me, take note.

[But don't stick up a note saying Phoebe has no social life on your wall, I won't appreciate it and it'll just demonstrate your intense hate for me in an all too vivid way]

In primary school if you were bad you had to stand with your back to a certain wall. I was once told to do such a thing when a boy got me in trouble. I hate boys.

For some reason I take satisfaction in the knowledge that I will soon be taking my exams. Let the battle commence.

I bought 6 Pink lady apples for £2.59 on monday and despite my usual stingyness I have to say they were worth every penny. One of the main reasons for me taking the 2/3 mile walk home via Fallowfield is to search the shelves for the beauties which are usually absent from the shelves of my future employers, Sainsburys.

The other reason is to search for my future husband. I'm sure I'll find him one day, possibly on aisle 3 for that is where I usualy make eye contact.

I wrote a play in lower sixth as part of my english language coursework. It consisted of three scenes with two single shoppers and a narrator directing them to blissful romance. I wish I had such a narrator. You could argue that the narrator is the voice in your head. So I will be as bold to make the statement;

Listen to the voices and find the love who has been forever waiting for you

By the frozen peas nonetheless!

Okay, I shall now recollect some information concerning my up and coming History exam. Like a D.J I declare that 'this ones for you Michael...'

Prior to the 1860s, open voting was regarded as neccessary due to suffrage being restricted to a small minority. Therefore it was felt that it was only right that voters should declare their vote infront of the unenfranchised who were entitled to know how they were being represented by their peers. Hopefully the voter's choice correlated with their own.

However, before judging this we should refrain ourselves from taking a 21st Century stance; i.e.to prevent patronage, voting must be performed in secret and everyone is entitled to vote, as attitudes towards suffrage and who was regarded as 'safe' to withhold it have changed considerably. We must understand that suffrage was regarded as a privalege and therefore those who were authorised to use it should use it wisely. It was only when skilled workers in the boroughs earned the right to vote in 1867 that a secret ballot was seriously considered by leading politicians as it was felt that the newly enfranchised would be subject to deference from their superiors. The Secret Ballot Act was passed in 1872, under the influence of the radical John Bright but the influence of corruption was only really tackled with the introduction of the Corrupt and Illegal Practices Act in 1883.

Incidently compulsarary education was granted in 1870 for as the Adullamite Robert Lowe said 'we must educate our masters'. In other words, the newly enfranchised skilled working class must be educated in order to maintain the social order and therefore the dominance of those in power.

Sorry about that but you must understand that all I seem to be communicating at the moment is the impact of Parliamentary Reform during the period of 1832 to 1928. I t seems only right that you should share the fun.

In a beer garden today I saw the following shameless caption on a t-shirt;

'This t-shirt is the only thing I dodn't lose in Las Vegas'

Why didn't they gamble that with everything else because i don't see it providing British society with anything but resentment.

I need the loo.

I fancy Benjamin Disraeli's name. And also his knee for those who misheard me.

Social interaction is unadvisable if you're looking at your socks, you'll only ask the other participant what colour their socks are.

My socks are black and white striped trainer socks. They tend to annoy males. My feet are size 6 and a half and quite wide.

How pompous am I?! I wish I had could releash my fingers from typing such nonsense that alienates me from all other beings. I don't talk like this, I promise, in fact I'm pretty street, I've even been known to brandish colloquial expressiojns whilst operating a tillpoint. I'm so street I've got a garage sticking out my arse.

My mother has tidied my bedroom and hopefully this organisation and tidyness will inspire my brain to follow suit. Listen brain, sort out your sock drawer into catergories of colour and then live happily ever after, in content normality.

Several informants have stated that this page is 'quite random' and so I shall now embark upon a level of cohesiveness so far unknown to my darling web site, commencing with a monotonous recollection of the last couple of hours...

I got up, watched 'Bowling for Columbine' and revelled in it's glory whilst silmultaneously getting enraged with the justification of American gun culture.

I then became irrational and weepy and scared my family, shocking myself even by the extent of my tyrade.

I then basked in the glorious sunshine, ate two choc ices [I must quell my addiction] , a 200g packet of 440 calorie chocolate raisons, two yogharts, 2 hot cross buns and an ice lolly.

I now feel sick.

Despite my feelings of disillusionment, i feel i must procclaim that a sense of despairation engulfs my very being as I draw closer to the impending doom that is my exams. No matter how much i revise, i feel that the knowledge will somehow escape when most crucially needed and i will plunge into the depths of an anomic lifestyle, with my faith in societies' values disengaged and in solitude.

So long my friends, I wish I was Cartman, 'Screw you guys I'm going home'

ok, i wrote a very wonderful post yesterday and it hasnt showed up, i feel cheated.

i love the letter u

Never expect sympathy when you involuntarily sob your heart during your exam period, people just expect your outbursts because 'you've got exams, you're bound to be upset' rather than the fact that your tear ducts deceive you and your emotions by releasing a torrent of tears despite contetnness and self-pride.

That sentence was a bit newfangled, I hereby promise never to type that much in one uterance ever again.

And to chew my food better.

I'll look quite pensive and mysterious. May the marriage proposals roll in...

The desire to lie down in a library rejects all social conventions and is therefore unadvisable to those who are wary of rejection by their peers; i've also yet to try it so I'll let you know what the outcome is.

My back hurts.

I spend my entire life wanting to grow up, instead of just living. I'm stuck in my imagination. It would be okay if I could occasionally invite someone in there, but then again, they may discover aspects of my inner self that may not accomodate them. Such as my intense hatred for poncy posers who wear stupid t-shirts like,

'You've been a bad girl, go to my room'

which just betray their chances of gaining my respect. They may be mildly amusing at first but this soon fades. I suppose nothing stays fresh and amusing apart from my inability to wink, well, it makes me laugh.

Ok, to my few readers who have impeccably good taste...i love you. In return you should utter the words turtles eat spinach and i will know that you love me back.

I wish I was called Lois, then my desire for mutual attraction from Dean Cain [New Adventures of Superman] would have held a little more acheiveability [is that a word?]. I don't know about you but somehow I dont think a guy in his 20s who pretends to be a superhero for a living would be interested in an 11 year old, unless he wanted society to reject him that is, even if she was called Lois.

Why is it that when the leaders of a select group of countries meet, the AOL news headline refers to them as world leaders? It disgusts me that capitalism is so widely accepted and that those who feed it's selfish ideals to excess are those who withhold the most influence in the world? The main aspiration for many is to aquire monetary wealth rather than the love and happiness of those around them.

I've got to go now, may you smile with glee when my sanctimonious ramblings end