Not allowed on here :/
24/10/2009
Slight break in blogging; i'm not allowed on the laptop for a week.
Ciao.
Juiced 3:00 pm
Best drug-related song EVER
20/10/2009
"I love drugs,
Drugs love me,
Crack Cocaine and
Ecstacy,
With a sniff-sniff here
And an injection there,
Now i'm in intensive care."
& Lee is seeing Jess Chet bu`` i'm not all that bothered now.
Juiced 11:32 am
The big long post about nothing in particular
19/10/2009
Well yawn.
I officially have nothing better to do than this.
Unless you count this:
But apart from that, life is basically having a cold and cold feet and waiting 23 minutes for the bus and shizzle.
I mean, i was telling Rhiannon today; i may have Swine Flu, but i wouldn't miss school `cause of it, `cause when i come back everyone will be talking about me and my Swine Flu-ness, so if i did miss school, i'd have to say i was pregnant or something, to avoid embarrassment.
Another embarrassing thing is the weird looks the dinner ladies give me when i buy a jacket potato and a flapjack and a coffee everyday. For the last month, i think. Then watching in wonder as i plead year 7s to eat the potato and give my flapjack to Kayla and contant myself on coffee. I'm not anorexic or anything, i just like feeling hungry. It's a nice feeling. Like before Christmas or at the top of a rollercoaster or like you've just had a hug from someone magic, like Gee or Frankie or Santa. But then you get home and mum refuses to let you have that 50 calorie cup of soup and insists on a fry-up. >:|
And my braces keep embedding themselves in my cheek if i don't kind of do a puffer-fish impersination once every 40 seconds. Then when i get round to it, it sort of tears open my mouth for a bit. At first, the blood tastes okay. But then it doesn't and you feel like pucking over Tom, like Leah did.
Not Tom-that-supposedly-raped-Rochelle Tom, but Tom-who-sometimes-gets-puked-on-and-humps-objects-near-my-head Tom. (Long story, i was sitting outside Reg with craig while he messed with my phone and Harry started making suggestions about what me and craig may have been doing whilst on our own, and Tom decided to hump a cabinet next to my head to demonstrate a point. After i said, "Please stop humping things near my face" he did apologise and stop, like last year in History where he asked if i'd started my period.)
On to the boy front. Well, it was bound to come around sooner or later. I am, as far as i know, a straight teenage girl. And therefore am attracted to straight (Or gay, or bi... or that guy that made fun of Rhiannon...) (Sorry sorry sorry. Yes he dyed his hair ginger. Yes he wore a cardigan on non-uniform day. Yes he is a year older than me and would be terrifyingly intimiding. SORRY. Okay, i promise i won't go out with him if he asks. Okay, maybe i'd make him say sorry first. Sound fair? Good.)
Gone off subject. Boys. Okay, Rhiannon fancies someone (LEWIS) and she won't (LEWIS) tell (LEWIS) us. She (LEWIS) said that (LEWIS) he was in our (LEWIS) year but not (LEWIS) in our form (LEWIS). She said some other (LEWIS) stuff that sort (LEWIS) of fitted in with (LEWIS) someone i was (LEWIS) thinking of....
Hmm, i was just thinking about Lewis and he was sort of mean.
He said, "Jamie Baby" in maths, so i said, "sooo..."
Yes, it's our word and our word only. But i had a bad throat and sort of squeaked it out.
Then he turned to this girl next to him and said, "She likes me" and i sort of squeaked, "What?" and he said, "Nothing". And i squeaked "okay". DAMN SQUEAKYNESS.
I mean, i don't care if he knows i like him. Fair enough. No point lying. (DIRECTED AT RHIANNON.)
Another boy area: there was this kid who i thought i liked, even though he's pretty un-attractive &shizzle. He just seemed sort of sweet with the girl he was obviously going out with at the time. I've got his MSN and since learnt that he has changed the ".... Loves ______ xxxxxx" part around 12 times last week. Over.
Tyler is also being distant again, like he was before he decided to fancy me. I've got no problem with that really. I mean, it was nice while it lasted and there are no commitments involved atm. I do miss the hugs. I don't miss the whole all-of-his-friends-trying-to-hump-me-so-he-would-hit-them thing. Especially when Kyle was involved. That was terrifying.
Band! Whoop, it's great great great. I've made 11-ish songs that should keep us busy. We're looking for a bass or electric guitarist so we're not just violins, vocals, and drums. But we have a solid FREE rehersing place up Pent, and so far we've perfected the Chorus for "Anything You Can Do, We Can Do Better". CHUFFED.
If you scroll down a bit, you can help me figure out a name for it by contibuting to my poll.
Well, that's about it. I'm bored and may leave you now.
Byee..
Juiced 11:16 am
The what-i-should-have-said convo.
"Are you okay?"
"Not really."
"Why?"
"Because i decided to have a quick chat with you for the first time in godknows how many years only to be told that, basically, i've got a shit one-toned voice, i am shit at sorting out my anger/depression issues, and i'm a shit role model. Gee, thanks, Mum."
Juiced 11:10 am
Arrggghhh...
18/10/2009
Mum just lectured me on the subject of "no-one's going to walk on eggshells for you anymore" because i refused to write down my feelings and burn the paper (Which would be bad for the ozone layer :L). For the next hour of the excruciatingly boring lecture, i sang to myself, in my head, ofcourse, "Crunch crunch crunchidy crunch" in an eggshell sort of way. Oh, until the last 10 minutes, where i internally whined at missing X-factor.
Juiced 12:16 pm
Happy happy happy.
Things are back to normal.
I've finished my RE homework & my English Formal Letter (
But hey, we know to make it okay... xD)
And i had a poptart this morning.
Thinking of making some more graphics...
Juiced 10:15 am
