Sorrel’s Comments (group member since Sep 05, 2013)

Sorrel’s comments from the The Unicorn and Rainbow clan of Joy and Utter Madness group.

I'm so sad... I fear that something terrible has happened. I fear... I fear- oh it's hard to say! I FEAR I MAY BE TURNING INTO A NOVELTY FREE STANDING INTERLOCKING ACRYLIC LAZER CUT ORNAMENT. The symptoms are all there! Stretchy ear lobes, a feeling of extreme boredom and a conviction that everyone's name is Brian Cox.

Cookerizing
Jazzmarazz
Polarmosity

It would be,
Mucho gracias mi amigo.

Pablo. I call my friend Amy, Pepe. It involves a long story about a tech lesson in which we invented a long story about Pablo and Pepe who went on a quest and found the Dragacorns (unicorns mixed with Dragons) it was an awesome day.
Also, Saga, that came about when we were giving each other middle earth histories.

When you're with Alex anything can happen :-) Literally 85% of time you spend with Alex you come back with a story to tell. Whether it's that you were chased by sheep or that you found a baby roe deer and named it Sherlock, who later died :-((that one wasn't with me but I heard a lot about it)

Aww poor wayan.
@ Kenya- are you talking to me? If so then yes, sadly it is real.

What is the sign that oblivion through robots is awaiting?
Skittens (half snake, half kitten)

No, you should not. I now have a phobia of sheep :-(

Well we were sat on either side of this corridor and every time someone went past we shouted "Hi Barbara!" or some other name really enthusiastically with added waving and bright smiles. We got a lot of weird looks
:-)
And this other time I as riding my friends Dad's quad (with my friend obviously- I can't drive quads) along this road near to where Alex's Dad has a fishing business and we were just driving along quite happily when this sheep came down from the one of the fields on either side and started chasing us and he was really fast. We were kinda scared so we sped up loads but then saw that to our horror more sheep were joining the one that was following us. Every sheep we passed (and we passed a lot of sheep) joined the formation and soon there were about 150 sheep who were charging along behind us.
We tried to loose them but they were too quick and started over taking us! So we stopped and there was a wall of sheep every side of us. And they wouldn't move no matter how many times we did impersonations of wolf cries. And then the second my foot touched the ground they all sort of widened their eyes and trotted off like "Arrgh! It's a human!"
So then we were happy and saying "Yay! we outwitted some sheep!" So we set off again and...
THE SHEEP STARTED CHASING US AGAIN.
Eventually we realised that escape was futile and so we drove at a normal pace. We passed some walkers and the sheep all shied away from them and they (the hill walkers) looked kind of shocked that there were about 150 sheep behind us. So we said,
"We're being chased by sheep." And they were replied,
"Oh." Then one of them said, jokily,
"Are you joy riding, then?" And Alex, forgetting what joy riding meant (thought it meant riding for joy) said,
"Yep." And then I was shouting
"NO! No we're not!" And then Alex remembered what joy riding was and said,
"Oh! No we're not actually." They wouldn't believe us and said that they were going to check with Alex's Dad (although at that point they didn't know that Alex's Dad was Alex's Dad)
So we were like, Okay whatever, think what you like. So we set off fast again with our sheep groupies following behind. By this time we were wondering how we were ever going to get rid of them because there was a gate coming up and they were blatantly not allowed outside of it. And we drove past these other walkers and screamed "Help us! We're being attacked by sheep!" And instead of helping, they started taking pictures of us with all of the sheep following behind!
We realised that they wouldn't go near humans and so all we had to do was have one of us standing by the gate and the other one driving through it.
Later we found out that the sheep we chasing us because it was around March/April when there was really bad weather (there was actually an arms length of snow that day) and the grass wasn't growing like it should do so the sheep were starving and were counting on the farmers to come (on their quads) and feed them. So they were starving and thought we were bringing them food, poor sheep :-(
That was rather long, sorry!

I sense you jest but I actually just did. It is entitled "My little ice cream man"

This is the scenario; ice cream man sells ice cream to this beautiful woman every day as she sets off to her job at a news paper. They both really like each other and she has been getting ice cream from him for three years. She doesn't even work any where near his ice cream van route, but she still goes to get ice cream because he makes her day lighter with his odd talk of ice cream, love and what girls want.
Then one day he will decide that he can't stand it any more. He must be with her! Or at least get an answer! And what he would do, what he would say is this,
"Now my little ice cream cone, I give you an ice cream. You have an ice cream and since I like you, instead of £2 you can pay a kiss, yes?" And she would laugh and blush and hand him a two pound coin. And the ice cream van man would smile at her and give her an ice cream.
She would start eating the ice cream, which was exactly the way she liked it, two scoops of vanilla in a cone with fresh raspberries. Then she would feel a lump in her mouth and realising that it was not a raspberry she would spit it out. And it would be a...
Key. She would realise that the key had a note wrapped around it. It was the address for a storage unit place (think Gringotts) and the number of the little locker/ storage unit.
Being a curious person she would decide to be late for work and go to the place. She would find it and open it with the key. When she opened the theme tune for pride and prejudice- the one with Kiera Knightly (her favourite film) would play and inside would be a ice cream, just the way she liked it (and not melted!) and a green bottle filled with with confetti in the shape of keys, ice creams and love hearts.
Not really feeling hungry but thinking that if someone went to all that trouble... She would eat the ice cream. And at the very bottom of the cone would be another little laminated note saying, in swirly calligraphy,
"Turn around, now."
She would turn around and there would be ice cream van man on one knee holding a jewellery box made of wafer. He would open the box and there would be a ring. And ice cream man would say,
"I have never met any one who understood the art of gelato like you! We are the perfect combination and I am only a half without you- a cone without its ice cream! Will you marry me and be my ice cream?" She would say,
"I would love to be your ice cream more even more than ice cream itself. Even more, perhaps, than ice cream with sprinkles."
Instead of a cake at their wedding everybody would get a cone of ice cream made with liquid nitrogen that they could decorate and add condiments to and their ice cream would have a bride and groom on top. I'm very sure that it would be beautiful.

I have this image of being like,
"Hey, what's this? This, my dear friend, is an iPod. What does it do? Prepare yourself, good sir, for your mind is about to be well and truly blown!"
But then I imagine going home and feeling so sad.
And then I imagine that when I get back no time will have passed and I'll be like... Huh. I guess that was a dream. That's so sad... I thought I spent three amazing months in 1972/1825
And then I imagine that there will be some indication that I went after all. Like something would have changed. Maybe there would be a song on my iPod by a struggling musician who I had met. And the song would be entitled something that would indicate it was about me (as you can see, I've thought about this far too much)
Just read that last bit over and I realised how self centred I am- forget world peace, I want someone to write a song about me :-)

Nah, I get it. I sort of picture you like your profile picture, even though I'm pretty sure you've said that it's not you and is nothing like you.

I wish I could travel back in time through a wormhole that is my bedroom wall. I would travel back in time to the seventies and become a journalist and I would travel back in time to the Victorian era to see what it was like and I would travel to parallel universes where everyone house was made of gingerbread. In fact sometimes, late at night, I convince myself that it's true and I put my hand up to the wall and expect it to disappear into a wormhole.

Wayan wrote: "i know this is weird and random but i was thinking
do you look anything like the girl in you picture like do you have brown hair or something because well it's hard to explain it's like my poem "t..."
Not really, I don't make a habit of wearing butterflies as clothes, that's only on Tuesdays :-) I do have brown hair, though but it's a little bit lighter.

Thanks, I like yours too!

What we should all be living in
- Dictionary

Someone who is cantankerous is really irritable and grumpy. You know that sort of person who looks for an argument in every single sentence? They would be cantankerous.
I also like the word Haversack
And Discography.

Cantankerous.
My friend Alex loves the word discombobulated, sometimes says it really loudly in that bit in lessons when everyone's got down to work and the classroom's silent. It's rather funny.

hi, thanks for inviting me Wayan. It's funny about the unicorns because for about two terms last year we used this greeting
"Rainbows,"
"Unicorns,"
"I love you man,"
I'm very excited right now because tomorrow is "Fat Friday" where one person in our class brings in home baked goods. I'm hoping someone will bring in flapjack.