Honestly.
If you know me well you'll know I'm not very tall at all as it is- 5ft 3 and a half. Over the last few days my friends have commented more so on my height than normal and asked me if I've shrunk. I insist I haven't, but... then today I had to close my window. And it's quite high yeah, but I can normally just about reach it on tiptoes. I had to stand on a freaking celebrations tin to get a proper grip on it! How fucking asses is that?!
I've shrunk. Great. I am fifteen... and I've SHRUNK.
>.<
Friday 5 December 2008
Thursday 4 December 2008
Got lazy again this week. I WAS doing uber well with the no skiving school thing, but then on monday night I had to go and go to a gig in Birmingham and come out to my mum, all in one night, didn't I. So then there was noo way I was going to school on tuesday. T_T
Worked for me though, because EmJ was ill also (proper ill- not faking like me) so we got to chat most of the day. S'cool.
But yeah... I skived that day, then the next day got up and was like "mbleh, i cba with this." I told my mum I had stomach cramps and went back to bed with EVERY INTENTION of going back to school at lunchtime. Went to sleep, woke up, looked at the clock... and fuck me, it was 2:36pm.
Mad, eh?
So yeah. That's another four absences, another 13 hours that I was meant to spend there and spent sleeping, washing up and talking over instant messenger instead. Another two days I need to forge notes to account for because my mum will never remember and I don't like to remind my dad of how much school I miss.
And now it's... 2:48 AM, and i'm lay in my bed writing some bullshit pointless boring blog that has no value in the world and will benefit nothing and no one in any way. Oh. And NOW i've gone and made it emo. Bloody flippin' Nora!
I have a maths test tomorrow, a mock for my first maths GCSE, and i'm going to FAIL it. Because it's maths, and I always FAIL when it comes to maths.
Well at least then it's friday. Weekend. Might get Daz to come and stay over. We can drink too many caffeinated drinks (haven't got enough money for alcohol) until we're lay on my bedroom floor giggling and twitching. Teenage years, crazy days.
Worked for me though, because EmJ was ill also (proper ill- not faking like me) so we got to chat most of the day. S'cool.
But yeah... I skived that day, then the next day got up and was like "mbleh, i cba with this." I told my mum I had stomach cramps and went back to bed with EVERY INTENTION of going back to school at lunchtime. Went to sleep, woke up, looked at the clock... and fuck me, it was 2:36pm.
Mad, eh?
So yeah. That's another four absences, another 13 hours that I was meant to spend there and spent sleeping, washing up and talking over instant messenger instead. Another two days I need to forge notes to account for because my mum will never remember and I don't like to remind my dad of how much school I miss.
And now it's... 2:48 AM, and i'm lay in my bed writing some bullshit pointless boring blog that has no value in the world and will benefit nothing and no one in any way. Oh. And NOW i've gone and made it emo. Bloody flippin' Nora!
I have a maths test tomorrow, a mock for my first maths GCSE, and i'm going to FAIL it. Because it's maths, and I always FAIL when it comes to maths.
Well at least then it's friday. Weekend. Might get Daz to come and stay over. We can drink too many caffeinated drinks (haven't got enough money for alcohol) until we're lay on my bedroom floor giggling and twitching. Teenage years, crazy days.
Tuesday 2 December 2008
And she said I can't take this town.
I hate Ludlow. I hate it hate it hate it here.
I've just found out that one of the main hotels/pubs in town has been closed down and the owners have fled town. Know why they've gone? Because they've been horribly looked down on and badly treated ever since they took over the pub by our town council. Know why? Because they were two men, and they were in a relationship.
Yeah. For the last several months, these guys have been called "freaks," looked down on and generally been treated like scum. And this is by ADULTS. People who RUN MY HOMETOWN AND MAKE THE FUCKING DECISIONS AROUND HERE. It's so WRONG that it's making me furious.
I'm so sick and tired of this shithole. It's about 45% snobs, 45% low down dirty trashy chavs, and 10% actual human beings. I hate it. I want to leave. I want it to change. I want people to stop being so horribly close minded and try and actually understand things, and accept things they don't understand.
I've just found out that one of the main hotels/pubs in town has been closed down and the owners have fled town. Know why they've gone? Because they've been horribly looked down on and badly treated ever since they took over the pub by our town council. Know why? Because they were two men, and they were in a relationship.
Yeah. For the last several months, these guys have been called "freaks," looked down on and generally been treated like scum. And this is by ADULTS. People who RUN MY HOMETOWN AND MAKE THE FUCKING DECISIONS AROUND HERE. It's so WRONG that it's making me furious.
I'm so sick and tired of this shithole. It's about 45% snobs, 45% low down dirty trashy chavs, and 10% actual human beings. I hate it. I want to leave. I want it to change. I want people to stop being so horribly close minded and try and actually understand things, and accept things they don't understand.
Thursday 27 November 2008
Three Weeks
Yeah.
It's three weeks till the end of term. : ) Which is always something I like to hear because I really am not a fan of my school. Or any school come to that, or, in fact, anywhere where i'm told WHAT TO DO!
¬_¬
When they shout at me in school I normally shout back. I have an issue with authority and being told i'm wrong and when did this blog get all in depth and serious?! Cor, i'll be on about feelings next! PAH! Wtf are they?!
(Actually, I have noticed a feelings related thing in someone elses blog and I was going to talk to you about it. Then I realised i'm the WORST person, probably, to try and talk to you about it. But i'm sorry, if you've been hurt in any way. I hope everything turns out good for you in the end.)
Anyway. End of school. Christmas. Yeah!
..I don't actually like christmas that much. I'm not just this miserable scrooge type person, I just.. christmas is a fuck up. I'm not even going to tell you about last christmas because then this would just be darkened horribly and I would feel guilty about posting it and people reading about awful depressive me with my dysfunctional family >.<
Or feel sorry for me. Which is just as bloody bad. I don't want pity, especially not about things I don't feel bad about any more.
Christmas holidays shall be rather fun methinks.
Me and Daz plan to have an anti-christmas (burn a wax jesus yeh)... there's the ACTUAL christmas which as I said earlier is a fuck up, but hopefully I'll get to see some family and stuff. Might even get a few presents. If anyone's reading this who plans to-
OOOOOOOOOH!
A certain person just signed in. A person who I know for a fact will not read this. So i'm going to rant.
You. I fucking hate you. How dare you make judgements and bitch about situations you're not a part of and have no clue about? FYI, we're not her SHEEP, we don't FOLLOW HER AROUND, and who made you queen of the fucking world anyway? You're bloody horrible to your little sister, who happens to be one of my best friends, and that pisses me off. Yeah, you and me used to be closer than I was to her, but you know what? You went and started going out with some guy and stopped bothering with all your friends. I haven't had a REAL conversation with you in months. months. We're not friends. You're a bitchy whore twatface and I hope something teaches you a lesson soon.
...[/rant]
...sorry about that
blogs are a fair place to rant though, right?
O_o
Things coming up:
This saturday - gathering at Daz's. Should be nice to chill with friends and other substances.
Monday - Scouting For Girls gig. Gig's are always osm.
19th December - breaking up from the hellhole to dance around town in tinsel for a few weeks. Possibly.
noise and kisses
xxx
It's three weeks till the end of term. : ) Which is always something I like to hear because I really am not a fan of my school. Or any school come to that, or, in fact, anywhere where i'm told WHAT TO DO!
¬_¬
When they shout at me in school I normally shout back. I have an issue with authority and being told i'm wrong and when did this blog get all in depth and serious?! Cor, i'll be on about feelings next! PAH! Wtf are they?!
(Actually, I have noticed a feelings related thing in someone elses blog and I was going to talk to you about it. Then I realised i'm the WORST person, probably, to try and talk to you about it. But i'm sorry, if you've been hurt in any way. I hope everything turns out good for you in the end.)
Anyway. End of school. Christmas. Yeah!
..I don't actually like christmas that much. I'm not just this miserable scrooge type person, I just.. christmas is a fuck up. I'm not even going to tell you about last christmas because then this would just be darkened horribly and I would feel guilty about posting it and people reading about awful depressive me with my dysfunctional family >.<
Or feel sorry for me. Which is just as bloody bad. I don't want pity, especially not about things I don't feel bad about any more.
Christmas holidays shall be rather fun methinks.
Me and Daz plan to have an anti-christmas (burn a wax jesus yeh)... there's the ACTUAL christmas which as I said earlier is a fuck up, but hopefully I'll get to see some family and stuff. Might even get a few presents. If anyone's reading this who plans to-
OOOOOOOOOH!
A certain person just signed in. A person who I know for a fact will not read this. So i'm going to rant.
You. I fucking hate you. How dare you make judgements and bitch about situations you're not a part of and have no clue about? FYI, we're not her SHEEP, we don't FOLLOW HER AROUND, and who made you queen of the fucking world anyway? You're bloody horrible to your little sister, who happens to be one of my best friends, and that pisses me off. Yeah, you and me used to be closer than I was to her, but you know what? You went and started going out with some guy and stopped bothering with all your friends. I haven't had a REAL conversation with you in months. months. We're not friends. You're a bitchy whore twatface and I hope something teaches you a lesson soon.
...[/rant]
...sorry about that
blogs are a fair place to rant though, right?
O_o
Things coming up:
This saturday - gathering at Daz's. Should be nice to chill with friends and other substances.
Monday - Scouting For Girls gig. Gig's are always osm.
19th December - breaking up from the hellhole to dance around town in tinsel for a few weeks. Possibly.
noise and kisses
xxx
Thursday 30 October 2008
Fizzy Drinks and Band Merch
It's always funny and slightly painful to reread things I've already written. That blog's no exception. I'm all "yeah! i'll keep a blooooooooog!" then what do I do? promptly forget all about having one at all, or at least i forgot me bloody password.
Eh. anyway. Spent most of today with Luce. We went up to kellie's, who I was kinda friends with way back in the days of year seven. She's 19 now, and she has a house. mann it's scary to think that goff kids from ludlow school are allowed to have houses of their own.
not that she's a goff kid any more. at all. Her house was worryingly tasteful.
I just know that if i manage to get a house or a flat ever, it's not going to be tasteful or how your mum would like it. (not my mum... she's different) I won't have a tv, i'll have a pet snake, and my kitchen will probably be all goffik. HA.
Then to balance out all the darkness and skulls and goats blood (possibly) I'll have to have a really colourful living room. Like an explosion in a sweet factory. Actually no, sod that, I'll have a goffik living room and a kitchen that looks like a Belgian sweetshop : D
I love the sweetshops in Belgium. I've only been there once, but i swear my teeth still hurt. ;)
sucks that i've only got three full days until school again >.<
meh.
Things I wish to or need to do soon:-
-Sort things for TBO gig 29th October (ie get tickets,get permission,find someone enough of a loser to wanna go with me)
-hook my laptop up to the printer and print off some nice pictures so i can cover over the glaring nicotine yellow of my bedroom a bit more
-homework (...shhh)
-sort out my bloody money! >.<
Seriously. i had seventy quid at the start of this week, i've now got 20. I don't even know where some of it went. I spent it all on fizzy drinks and band merch.
Story of my life.
Eh. anyway. Spent most of today with Luce. We went up to kellie's, who I was kinda friends with way back in the days of year seven. She's 19 now, and she has a house. mann it's scary to think that goff kids from ludlow school are allowed to have houses of their own.
not that she's a goff kid any more. at all. Her house was worryingly tasteful.
I just know that if i manage to get a house or a flat ever, it's not going to be tasteful or how your mum would like it. (not my mum... she's different) I won't have a tv, i'll have a pet snake, and my kitchen will probably be all goffik. HA.
Then to balance out all the darkness and skulls and goats blood (possibly) I'll have to have a really colourful living room. Like an explosion in a sweet factory. Actually no, sod that, I'll have a goffik living room and a kitchen that looks like a Belgian sweetshop : D
I love the sweetshops in Belgium. I've only been there once, but i swear my teeth still hurt. ;)
sucks that i've only got three full days until school again >.<
meh.
Things I wish to or need to do soon:-
-Sort things for TBO gig 29th October (ie get tickets,get permission,find someone enough of a loser to wanna go with me)
-hook my laptop up to the printer and print off some nice pictures so i can cover over the glaring nicotine yellow of my bedroom a bit more
-homework (...shhh)
-sort out my bloody money! >.<
Seriously. i had seventy quid at the start of this week, i've now got 20. I don't even know where some of it went. I spent it all on fizzy drinks and band merch.
Story of my life.
Thursday 11 September 2008
This is to be my first blog on here. I've decided that I want to get a proper blog where I can post whatever, so its pretty much anonymous. Not to the extent that I'm gonna change names and things like that- I'd get all confused and forget who was supposed to be who- but i'm not going to tell anyone I know that I'm doing it. And i'm going to be completely and utterly honest.
As i'm emotionally retarded and tend to ramble a lot, most of them are likely to be very boring and in the unlikely event that anyone is reading them, they'll probably get so bored or irritated by about the third line that they'll click the "x" button in disgust, before going to kill some babies.
Eurgh. Though, actually, If I could have such a strong impact on someone that they killed babies, i'd be slightly flattered. In a very odd way. A mix between flattered and disturbed, I should say.
I don't feel like telling you about today to be honest, and in any case it wasn't interesting enough to write about. I haven't been in the best of moods this week really... oh, thats good Sketch. Start it all off on a downer. -rolls eyes-
yes, I talk to myself quite a lot. You will have to get used to it.
I dunno who "you" is meant to be, as no one is actually reading this.
¬.¬
One quite unpleasant thing prominent in my mind is the spot I can feel on my chin. It must have developed over the last couple of hours, and I can FEEL the bastard. It hurts.
Anyway. I'm going to go and find some painkillers. (my head hurts). TTFN.
As i'm emotionally retarded and tend to ramble a lot, most of them are likely to be very boring and in the unlikely event that anyone is reading them, they'll probably get so bored or irritated by about the third line that they'll click the "x" button in disgust, before going to kill some babies.
Eurgh. Though, actually, If I could have such a strong impact on someone that they killed babies, i'd be slightly flattered. In a very odd way. A mix between flattered and disturbed, I should say.
I don't feel like telling you about today to be honest, and in any case it wasn't interesting enough to write about. I haven't been in the best of moods this week really... oh, thats good Sketch. Start it all off on a downer. -rolls eyes-
yes, I talk to myself quite a lot. You will have to get used to it.
I dunno who "you" is meant to be, as no one is actually reading this.
¬.¬
One quite unpleasant thing prominent in my mind is the spot I can feel on my chin. It must have developed over the last couple of hours, and I can FEEL the bastard. It hurts.
Anyway. I'm going to go and find some painkillers. (my head hurts). TTFN.
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