Money.

...is a right bugger.

See, here's the thing. I don't really have any. I never really have had a huge amount. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to pretend i'm really hard done by. I'm quite obviously NOT really hard done by because I have internet and I go to gigs and I get to like... eat and stuff. BUT. Y'know, we've never had LOADS, my dad and I are moving into his girlfriend's [should there be an apostrophe there? I have no idea.] council house soon because we can't afford ours, my mum mostly buys tesco value food and I am entitled to free school dinners (...I think. I just keep forgetting to apply. >.<) So yeah... I live in council houses and I only buy music magazines if there's a Lostprophets poster or something cos I can't afford them... stuff like that.

Anyway. I'm trying to say that i'm used to not really having much. I don't mind. Really, I don't. But right now i'm in deep shit, money wise, because I'm £60 in debt. I don't have a job and I'm still only in school so I don't get any EMA. I owe my mum £30, for bloody posters (damn you ebay and damn you lostprophets and damn you my own brain for being such a clingy little freak) and I owe my girlfriend £30 for a ticket to a gig.

I will pay them both back, coz... yeah, it'd be really shitty of me not to. And I don't think they'd let me get away with it, and quite right too, because I shouldn't. But yeah, I think i'm going to have to not eat lunch for several weeks to pay them back. That or get a job... but there are no good jobs going round here. No one can afford a babysitter what with the recession and all, it's the wrong season for teenage washer uppers in pub kitchens and I am NOT doing a paper round. >.<

Why can't I just get paid for going to school? I would totally start paying attention if they paid me. I'd even try in MATHS. MATHS! MATHS! The subject that usually involves me crawling under the table, whimpering, laughing hysterically at my failure, drawing a fail line on my arm and talking to Jordy about smoking pot. >.<

I'm such a fail. And I'm such a whingy spoilt brat. I know, I know. ;)
I'm fully aware of my own obnoxiousness and how unoriginal I am. Shh.

Wanna know something ironic?

That £30 gig ticket... is for Fall Out Boy. And I'm only going to see them so I can see Kids In Glass Houses. Who I've seen four times already. La de da. I have a problem. It's called insanity.

And why am I doing a blog whinging about money and my lack of it and all that crap when, y'know, there are kids in Africa DYING right now because they don't have enough food or water. There are people who DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT and i'm buying posters off ebay with my mothers money?! I hate myself, in the same way that I hate the human race. We're a plague, the majority of us, a goddamn plague!

My TBO SLNL shirt never turned up. How annoying. Luce said she's going to call them up and see where our shirts are. If we don't get them/a refund, I am so totally going to pull Gavin Butler's beard. Pfft.