Russia, Coursework, 1940s Radio, and Boris Johnson. Four things... I'm just screwing with you now, aren't I?

So, apparently I have a greater audience in Russia now. It's a good day for everyone.
Today I sat my desk for six hours and wrote out a whole bunch of coursework pieces for my German studying-malarky. Had a positively smashing row with the Kellen who proceeded to demonstrate his manliness by deleting our 'friendship' on the Bookface. I ask you. Nevermind, my pretties, I can't say I really care that much. Oh, chaps, I also had the great fortune to stumble upon the most delicious radio station ever. It runs on donations and the money they make from advertising on their website, but it plays music between 1920 and the end of the war. I completely adore it, I listened to it all day. I'll put the link at the bottom, it's definitely worth listening to. Put it on your list of "Things to do to make Daffers love me."
Do you know who I love? Boris Johnson.
http://www.1940sukradio.co.uk/

The Macarena, Dig For Victory, and Twentyseven Squids.

Good morning, you lot. Good afternoon, evening, whatever...
I learnt the Spanish bit in The Macarena, but I have no German coursework yet...Los Del Rio +1        German 0. Bugger.
It's okay, it's okay, I'll have most of it done by the end of the summer, trust me.
So, I have news. You remember I published those photos last week? Of Maiden Newton At War? Yes? Well, next weekend there's something just like that in Wiltshire called 'Dig For Victory'. Free admission, peoplefolk. Look: http://www.dig-for-victory.com/EVENT-DETAILS-2012
So, I'll try to be there, you know me and a man in uniform. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
Finally I have the hair and makeup down to about 25 minutes...say what you like, but I was bloody pleased...  Unfortunately, after spending twentyseven squids, I had to let my Navy uniform go. That's the last time I go to questionnable websites for that sort of thing. What shall I wear this time around, hmm? Ideas?
Also, my friend Acacia has a penchant for the Swiss. Just to let you know.

Daphne.

German, Natalie, and Tanks.

It's a new month, peoplefolk. And the first day since summer started that I actually started doing all the stuff I said I had to do. So, yeah. I'm now basically German, with a boxer's body, extremely well-read, and beautified. Huzzah! No. I did a load of German, started training, started reading things for my Inklish exams, and my sister attacked my hair with straighteners. So, it's been productive in Daphne's world lately.
Natalie, I think being referred to as the girl who reads books about World War 2 is a noble thing. Mostly because I am too. Here, look at these photos from Maiden Newton At War (this huge event where I live and the whole place goes all forties for a few days).

   A bloke called Barry that I picked up. "Here, now I've got something to show me wife..."                        

  A sargeant whose name I don't know and me dancing. That dancefloor was a serious forties mosh pit, and
we kept dancing into people and being danced into. But he was very, very nice...                                              

        A young lad and us lot. I say young, but he's taller than me with heels on. -.-                                

                                         Us lot and a man with a tank. Ch'yeah.

 So that is us. That is us and pretend soldiers. And tanks.
                                       And damn it, do we love tanks.

Daphne.

Princess, Summer, A Mild Bus Induced Concussion.

Huzzah, peoplefolk. I'm back. You see, I have been a-boating around Norfolk, and sunbathing on top of a blue boat called 'Princess.' It was a lovely holiday, aside from the dodgy plumbing and some sailing tit that almost tacked into me. But, otherwise beautiful, and relaxing. The perfect place to see that your ex has moved on to a girl you were supposedly close to. But I'm not bitter... the twofaced little...ergh. A week and a half, brah? Seriously?
Mah.
Anyways, school is over for the summer. I have a lot to do this summer though, history and spanish stuff, art coursework, all my German coursework (since school doesn't offer it, I'm doing it by myself), repainting the shed, seeing my friendly-types, seeing the familiars in Cornwall, looking at youth conferences perhaps...The point is, I have a lot to do. Oh, and I need to get a job, unless it turns out that I won the lottery last night. HA. Yeah, no. I need to get a job.
You know how I always ask for funny stories and nobody ever complies? EVER?!
Well, I decided I would get the ball rolling, so as to speak. So, a little while ago, I was finding a double seat on the bus because Katie always sits with me. The only double seat was at the very front of the bus facing the rest of the passengers. So Katie took the window seat and I took the seat in the aisle. Turns out that the bus driver that day did not believe in slowing down around all the sharp corners. Turns out my balance really isn't very good.
I literally fell out of my seat. And I dived into the aisle as the whole bus watched on. That poor kid the other side.
Okay, your turn.
If you won't post it here, you can email me for blogging purposes at dafferslovesyou@gmail.com.
Love. Luck. Tea.

Daphne.

Dabble.

Thanks. Especially to Mama Dunford and Natalie, you beautiful women.
I don't feel less crappy than before, but putting pink in my hair, and acquiring braces for my boating shorts has been excellent distraction. Luckily I had a long phellytone call with my psychopathic friend Caitlin, and we cried, and laughed, and bitched, and cried, and laughed. It was nice. Damn, I love that little weirdo.
Without going into details of the last twentyfour hours, I just feel horrible about everything. I don't expect him to understand. I'll miss him.
But I'm giving up on humans.
Human emotions continue to confuse, and repulse me, so there's at least one thing that will never change. Also, my furry black pussies need homes this week. Doesn't the summer get better, and better?
Welcome to England: where it rains everyday, and the forecast doesn't matter. Huzzah!


Lieutenant George will walk again. Maybe.
There's just one last thing: dabble. Dabble, dabble, dabble. I really will miss that.

-Daphne.
NB: Tell me, do my posts ask more questions than they answer? I'm sorry about that. You get used to it.

I'm not in the mood.

Somebody please tell me something worth smiling about.
My boyfriend and I broke up today, and... how I feel is not within the confines of decent English usage. Even the sun sets in paradise, eh?
All those fairytales are full of Scheiße.
Sob. Guys...

~D.

Kittens, Independence Malarkey, Liberty.

Will nobody take my sweet, furry, black pussies?
PUSSY CATS.
I have three little kittens that need homes, peoples. Cute, black, fluffy balls of sleepy, cuddly, playful joy. And cat litter. So, if you happen to be after a kitten, or know somebody who can give them a good home, please, please let me know. I'm not allowed to keep all four, so I have to find homes for three. Please, poeplefolk, you have to go about and advertise. But, obviously, in England. Or Wales, if you want to go that far. But, humans, I'm serious. I need help. Comment if you can do anything for me, or reach me through any way you can.
Faaaanks.
So, a happy 4th of July to you American readers. I say that like I actually have American readers. I think I have one at least, so it's fine. Happy 4th of July! Usually I spend this day being sarcastic in the rain about Americans. But I do that most days. You know, it's not too late to change your minds about this independence malarkey. But if you're particularly set on spending today being overly sentimental about fireworks, please go ahead.
Alas, my Britons, I must offer our American cousins something for their...special day. Heh.
Dearest America,

  ('Memebase')

Happy 4th of July!

With love,
Daphne.