“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

I have more respect for things that are typed or written onto a page because I'm not a social person.

Tomorrow is 2010. It's a new year, but it's still tomorrow. My sanity stands in tomorrow because if knew there would be no tomorrow, I probably would have a mental breakdown. I don't want to change just because its a new year. I hate change. Why can't I take this moment and stretch it so it lasts just a second longer? I know this year is going to hurt and there isn't anything I can do about that. That's life isn't it. Tomorrow's a new day and for all I know, 2010 could be our last.

New Year's resolution; finish writing a book.

merry christmas

A frightened virgin teenage girl

Receives a message that defies the laws of this world

All she can do is weep and nod

She's to bring into this world the son of God

God's angels sound their trumpets

And blow their horns

Tonight the long awaited savior is to be born

The goodness bound by Satan it has been torn

With this baby's precious brow ready for thorns

A star appears fufilling ancient prophecy

There's an ounce of fear as wise men follow faithfully

The virgin Mary brings forth the human savior

And this future king sleeps soundly in the manger

Soundly in the manger

God's angels sound their trumpets

And blow their horns

Tonight the long awaited savior is to be born

The goodness bound by Satan it has been torn

With this baby's precious brow ready for thorns

Tonight he is born so one day he can die

To heal hearts that are torn and live the perfect life

So he can hang upon a cross and we can take His life

So we can live as sinners

And he can pay the price

Tonight he is born so one day he can die

But he will rise again

God's angels sound their trumpets

And blow their horns

Tonight the long awaited savior is to be born

The goodness bound by Satan it has been torn

With this baby's precious brow ready for thorns

This is who I really am

Today is my birthday and I feel like I've never been happier.

Time

Aha, it's my birthday tomorrow. I really don't know what to think. I mean, sure I'm too young to start worrying about my age, but really. There is a more likely chance of you getting stabbed in the back by some deranged murderer than you dying of old age, or sorry no, cardiac failure or brain death. When I look at all the people that die of anything other than 'old age', it really makes me think that I should be surprised that I'm still alive.

Though, I mean death can't be all bad. So what, all the cells and organisms that keep you thinking and breathing kind of just stop and 'terminate' themselves for no apparent reason. Maybe they just got tired.

I really love mythology and paganism at the minute. Honestly, it is so much more interesting than Christianity or Judaism or Hinduism or Islamism. I mean, pagans all got on relatively well with each other and sure they practiced human sacrifice, but it's what they believed. Christians go to church and eat bread and drink wine together, as part of their beliefs. Muslims liked to fight against Christians in their crusades.

I'm not going to fit into a religion. Maybe the Texan KFC religion or Dumbledore's Army, but that's about it.

Ahahah, just some things (:

Nice :D

Helena Bonham Carter :)

DAVID TENNANT :D

JOHNNY DEPP :D

SNAPE :D

BOWIE :D

I'm sorry that I don't live up to your expectations.

Photography is not my forte.

i wanna be there for you, be someone you can come to

why is it, when i need someone the most, they aren't there?

why is it, when i tell that someone anything, they just don't care?

i'm trying not to be self absorbed anymore, but its just so hard.

especially now.

things are changing and nothing is forever.

love isn't forever. love is a waste of time and you just end up hurt in the end. you don't get any stronger from hurting. you just build up walls to immunize yourself from being hurt that way again. but love is like the flu, it changes each time and no matter how many walls you build, it will just tear you apart again.

i know that now.

sometimes goodbye is a second chance

things are changing. i can feel it like you can feel water in humid air. i don't want to hurt anymore.

it's just better off this way

i dont need this any more.

Just a little something from the heart...

I see flowers where they don't belong

I know people who think they aren't strong

I believe that pretty things can grow on trees

They bloom on branches that sway in the breeze

Their roots are buried somewhere in our hearts

But what if our hearts were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep us composed,

Wither into something that will make us exposed?

I see people where they don't belong

I know humans who think they aren't strong

I believe that emotion grows in our minds

They bloom on branches of all kinds

Their roots are buried somewhere in our hearts

But what if our hearts were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep us composed,

Shatter us into something that will make us exposed?

I see one person who doesn't belong

I know she thinks she isn't strong

I believe flowers of emotion bloom in her mind

That fine bouquet flourishes on branches that make her kind

Their roots are buried somewhere deep in her heart

But what if her heart were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep her composed,

Demolish her into something that will make her exposed?

I see myself and I don't belong

I know I think I'm not strong

I believe buds of emotion blossom in my mind

Those fine buds bloom on branches that make me kind

Their roots are buried somewhere deep in my heart

But what if my heart were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep me alive,

Break me into something that wouldn't survive?

I see you and you don't belong

I know you think you're not strong

I believe roses of emotion open up in your mind

Those roses flourish on branches that make you kind

Their roots are buried somewhere deep in your heart

But what if your heart were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep you kind,

Crack you into something that would make you blind?

today was brass monkey and masticate

i had such a good day today, no fucking joke. i'm so glad that there are just some people i can't let go, no matter how hard i try to shake them off. i'm happy that things haven't changed. touch wood.

bad romance + michael jackson's sweaty balls of fire = a fucking hilirious time :L

xD

Guilty minds, beautiful thoughts and appalling actions

memores acti prudentes futuri;

be mindful of what has been done and be aware of what will be done

Guilt: remorseful awareness of having done something wrong.

False Guilt: fake remorseful awareness of having done something wrong.

Forsaken Guilt: to give up remorseful awareness of having done something wrong.

_____________________________________________________________________________

Tonight, I write. ;)

There's only artificial light here...

My flaws hide well here.

I used to be afraid of cluttered noises; now I'm afraid of silence

[Fill this space with idle words...]

I'm scared to death of light and silence

Jesus kill me inside this

Raise me up to live again

Like you did.

A blank or specially printed leaf at the beginning or end of a book.

I wish I had looked up sooner. It's so much brighter up there than it is down here. My faith might be fragile and not much, but it's still something. Time will build me up and tear me down again, but if that delicate wall of faith still stands, I know I'll be okay.

Now you think of saying

There's no use in praying

Still she bows her head so she can say,

"Thank you for just one more day."

__________________________________________________________________________

"My friend, she needs your help

She's broken,

It's true

Come heal her

Touch her heart anew

She's going to be okay too."

rose tinted spectacles

1) i need a pair of those things

2) i blame sad and bronchitis for the fact that i dont have a pair

3) i'm glad this asthma inhaler stops my wheezing.

:O

What do you turn to when alone in a hall full of mirrors?

Answer: The metal tree in the center with the noose hanging from it.

Hate can alter and change the perception of anyone

I'm so sick infected with where I live, please, let me live without this emptiness, selfishness. I'm so sick.

We're like elastic bands...

We're like elastic bands that are meant to be wound up tight just so we can finally be loose once again.

But I suppose, like elastic bands, when we're wound up too tight we might just snap and break...

Just the bang, and the clutter, as an angel hits the ground

Sometimes I can imagine my life without the people I love. I know I would never be able to function without them. But would they be able to function without me?

Can I tell you a story? As we dance while the sun starts to bleed...

Sometimes I wonder why God can't be real...

But what if He isn't up in the sky looking over us... What if He is just a figment of our imagination? But just having Him there, gives us some sort of comfort. Because if He is with through the good times and dark, it's comforting knowing that we are never alone. I like that. I like the thought of never being alone.

"Everything is possible for him who believes." - Mark 9:23

i can't take anymore fake apologies from them.

exactly.

everything's kay

...sometimes i wish i could honestly say that.

True beauty is what we crave

Life is airbrushed. I bet you can't tell which part of this woman's face I didn't edit.

There's something beautiful over there where we can't go. I'm content with where I am sometimes, but I am discontented by the lack of originality in life. There's beauty and there's love. There's pain, sadness, joy, happiness and depression. Why do we have to know everything? Why do we have to like the things that others like? Why are we condemned when we want to be different? Why do we hate? Why do we love? Sure, we know the mechanics of the human body. We know how the human mind works. But we don't know what really makes us thrive so far. Magic? God? It would be nice to believe there is some divine being in the sky looking out for us, but that just shows that how fragile the human being is. We are scared to believe that we aren't alone. We would die if we were not able to communicate. We are the beings of socialization. We just can't grasp the fact that if God doesn't really exist, are we alone?

I have what I need and anything else I crave is just being spoilt.

réponds à ma tendresse, Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse

If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say which grain will grow, and which will not,

Speak.

If only someone could speak right now.

sometimes i don't want to be better and sometimes it's gone forever

this weekend was halloween and i know things are getting worse and i know its coming and i know its really gonna kill me when it happens. i'm not gonna be ready because you can't prepare for things like that. sometimes i wish things just wouldnt change. i want things to stay the way they were. because honestly, it hurts so much.

its the bittersweet people that you really love to hate and hate to love

Happy halloween on saturday :) I'm fer derry to watch some fireworks over the foyle.. hope to take some pictures too :D i woulda really have liked to do some painting for art over the break, but i really cant be bothered to think about school atm. i actually hate it. i would like it more if history and maths and french and science could go and hide somewhere but they won't.

i hate it when people dont bother trying to make conversation with you. its people like that that make friendships harder... and probably more worthwhile in the end.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...

I could easily live off nothing but strepsils and carmax at the minute. I can't taste anything and I just don't feel hungry.

Don't you hate it when you're left to think? Think about everything and anything? Or don't you hate it when you want to think but all you ever hear is someone whispering nonsense in your ear. Or in my case shouting when they're right next to me. I hate that. I also now hate 75p asda maccaroni cheese. But that's life, in'it?

Personally, I hate how repetitive everything is. Humanity will die eventually, but until then, humans will just continue living their repetitive lives and complain about everything that's already happened. Well, don't cry over spilled milk honey.

I wish I could have lived when the world was young. When men were obtuse and women stood loyally by their side, daring not to utter a word as it would be their head. When pretty things were beautiful and people could still be surprised; and when life was a diamond in the wrath. Life must have been at least a little less predictable back then.

When I grow up, I will be a professional photo manipulator/editor/airbrusher or plastic surgeon. I want people to look as fake as those who want to alter their body's as fake as they are on inside. If I'm lucky, maybe a throw up over their fake silicon implants before I stick them in their ass cheeks.

Forgive me, I'm an angry person and an angry person I shall not be, but an angry person must express that anger one way or tother, r I'm afraid that angry person that I speak of, will only feel that anger and sometimes that person just can find no other way to express this dreadful anger than in words.

'211212'

And here we go again, with all the things you said and now i'm wondering...

ahah, don't you just love it when it happens again?

sometimes i wonder why i hold onto people and can't let them go...

twisted smiles, sore sides and teenage complaints

Un: I laugh and I cough and I sneeze to stop myself from bursting into tears. Ha, my side hurts like a motherfucker. No fucking joke.

Deux: I'd be so much happier if the heart was nothing but a muscle. But of course God had to make us awkward creatures who relate emotions to a pumping organ inside our chests.

Trois: Need to find a calculator for maths or death.

false promises, empty truths and no excuses

i wish people could just say no. end of.

these pretty things and these silly sods make me want to rip my nerves out and make them into a pretty picture i wouldn't feel

i suppose the title says it all.

i don't know anymore. i suppose i never did. i wish there was just one moment in my life recently where i couldn't feel anything about it. people's body language, eye movement and they way they speak are just too much for me at the minute. and i'm not completely sure why. one minute, i'm as right as rain, the next... ugh. 

i'll never understand that phrase; rain isn't right. it's wet and cold. 

i wouldn't mind another month off. i wouldn't mind being antisocial for a while. might even do me some good. if this wasn't a hypothetical case.

Why can't they just say no?

I'm sick of their excuses

And their lies, although

I can't tell them 

To just say no.

Wonderful

Today was a pretty good day. All I felt like doing was smiling :). School was grand but I suppose it's gonna get harder.

I'm hungry and I need to dry my hair.

To be completely honest, I'm happy to be back at school. I really missed seeing everyone everyday. 

But why is it, when I slag gingers, they are always behind me?

Three strikes and you're out.

1. I've been on so many sites already to check my horoscope for September. Apparently, romance is involved. Strike One.

2. The UK has nuclear submarines on the coast off Plymouth. Strike Two.

3. My granny's in hospital; again. Strike three.

So let's ditch these trivial things.

Is it possible to feel older than you actually are? I feel like that at the minute. I don't know why though. Everything is just going by so quickly, my life is passing right before my eyes and I can't stop it. I can't reach out and grasp time, just to hold onto one happy moment so it can last forever. 

I can't be assed with school. It's the same old routine year after year. I go to school, change a bit and then it's summer. Then that cycle starts again. 

And I got my first grey hair.

To prove that time is changing me and everything around me. 

Time is like cancer I guess. It is slowly killing each of us. And there is nothing we can do to stop it.

But I agree was Marilyn Manson. Sex, the one thing we humans love the most, will be the death of us all. Either, we will restrict it, and people will get angry and kill each other. Or we die of lack of resources and food due to overpopulation.

So where is God now?

For a Pessimist, I'm Feeling Pretty Optimistic

Eric and Sookie FTW.

Why do I always see the bad side of things? Why is the glass always half empty? Why do I have problems? Why can't I see the good side? There's no one stopping me. The glass can be half full, and I'd rather see my problems as opportunities. There's no point seeing the downside, but I know this won't last. I'll be a pessimist till the day I die. But for the next wee while, I'm being an optimist. I don't know how long it will last, but I'm going to enjoy every bit of it. :D

True Blood Episode Nine was amazing. I love Eric. And I love him more in the books. But Alexander Skarsgard is hot xD I can't fucking wait till next Monday! Oh, and I can't wait until Season Four of it. Coz the forth book is so far my favorite!

Good God, Would He care if I killed all the Twatlight fans on this planet?

I don't think God would care. I'm pretty sure Edward is the fictional Anti-Christ. 

Anyway, I am really ready to kill Stephenie Meyer. She has really taken plagiarism to a new level.  And if I were Charlaine Harris, I would be out to kill her, vampire-hunter style of course. I really want to read the True Blood books. I'm totally hooked to the TV series. Except MegaVideo is pissing me off with it's 72 minute limitation and its 52 minute wait till I can watch another 72 minutes. And torrents are too fucking slow, Youtube is fucking useless and I really wouldn't be surprised if I had a fucking virus right now because of all the shit I've downloaded in the past two days. 

At least Sookie isn't a fucking shallow idiot all the time like clumsy Bella. But Jessica is really pissing me off. I wish she would go die. And at least Bill CAN fucking drink blood and not be all "ooh im going to kill myself coz bella's gonna die on me". 

<3

I think I'm in love...

Again.

That's pleasant.

Sometimes I wish I could be someone else. Just to get away from the silly wee things I ponder over at night. But who knew something so small that just skits over you brain could actually cause a tear to trickle? I'm going to miss some people. I already miss some people, and I never actually thought about how much I missed them till now. Why do I dream about the strangest things and there is always someone I miss with me? I can't wait till I'm thirty. And I can't wait till I'm fifty either. When I'm thirty, I don't know where I'll be but I hope that I get out of here. I hope that I still regret everything that I've done. I don't know about other people and how their minds are like clockwork, but how could we live without our regrets? We would be nowhere, because we would have nothing to learn form. We would be ignorant, obnoxious little fuckers, even more so than we are now. I want to die at the height of my regrets. They say life's too short. But I look at those people, those people who are dying of cancer, aids, hepatitis C, hunger... Sometimes I reckon that greedy spoilt bastards like myself don't deserve to live when those who would appreciate a life so much more have to die. Sometimes the unknown sounds better than the known. Death sounds better than life. But I don't want to die yet. I can wait a while. But until then, I'll just carry on living while those unworthy of death continue to die. 

I could probably give you a hundred things I could be doing right now.

Why do people try so hard to change themselves? Aha, I probably can't say anything, but I am curious. People dye their hair, cut holes into their skin, inject ink into their arms... My view on things has changed recently. What if I want to be me? People do these things to make them different, but because they all do these things, it makes them all the same. I can be who I want to be and I don't want to be anyone except myself. I'll be me, who goes grey at sixteen, be me with bitten fingernails, and weird purple hair and a half grown out blonde bit. I don't want to be that skinny pretty girl over there. I'd rather be that obese person in the corner who'll die at fifty. 

Because life's too long as it is. God -or whoever it is gave us this life- didn't give us any instructions on how exactly to live life. He didn't tell us to preserve it to the best of our ability, as many people have died for God. God is a murderer. And who said the Devil was the temptation? He tempts people into killing another or the killing of oneself. But God does the exact same thing. So many are tempted into dying and killing for him. So many thing killing and dying for God is grand because they'll go to paradise in the end. 

But what if there is no Paradise? What if there is no heaven? No Hell? Just nothing after life? People are just self absorbed fucks, myself included because if everyone else is a self absorbed bastard, why should I be excluded? We all want to go to Heaven. Some want to go to Heaven so much that they are willing to kill and/or take their own lives to do so. 

And the only people who can tell us can't.

Blogs probably aren't the best place to place religious views, but no one reads this anyway so there is no harm really.

It's summer now. 

I'm being pessimistic again.

Lol.

Friends.

Friends can be bastards. They can be amazing, fantastic and hilarious. They can make you smile, just being around them. Some can make you feel shit. Others just piss you off. Friends come and friends go, and I doubt some of the friends I have now will stay forever. But then again, I hope and I pray some will.

Sometimes I wish you could cut limbs off then magic them back on again

This week has been pretty eventless. Went to the cinema on Monday night. Saw Drag Me To Hell. It was good, but I still waiting to see something that will make me scream and give me nightmares. I wish that people would stop copying me. I'm really sick of this one person, who I am not going to name for the sake of my life, who keeps copying everyone. They're just a copy of everyone I know. There is no real person inside there. This person really just needs to know their place in life and to shut their gob sometimes.  I'm think I'm becoming a loyal believer in stars. I check my horoscope everyday, just incase. But mine is hard to decipher. I was born on the cusp of Capricorn, which means I was born on the line of Sagittarius and Capricorn. I usually just go by Capricorn, which is usually right but sometimes Sagittarius is right too. I want to get the words Memento Mori tattooed onto my arm. I love wee latin phrases at the minute. Memento Mori is latin for Remember you will die or Be mindful of death something along those lines. I think the more I research death, the more thankful I become that I have a life, no matter how much i fuck it up. People shouldn't complain that there life is fucked, they should still be thankful the fact that they have a life. Because life is for the alive and death is for the dead. We only get one chance at life, and I suppose it's up to time how life can be lived. 

Sunday.

Sunday is a very depressing day. Well, I think so anyway. I mean, there's another five days of school before I can get a decent night's sleep again, unless I fall asleep in class which aren't the comfiest of doses. Oh well. Ten days of school left... Twelve till the holidays. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do be perfectly honest. I'm broke, so I doubt I'll be able to do much, except sleep, which, thank god is free. I'm sick of this routine Week 1 Week 2 Week 1 Week 2... its everlasting. It's been the same routine for almost three years now. At least in primary school there was no routine. 

People are pissing me off at the minute. People I thought could never piss me off. Then the same people are pissing me off too. I would explain who and why they are pissing me off, but I doubt anyone would be that interested in my personal life. And I decided a while ago that this wasn't a diary.

Tip-Tops Ftw.

Hypocrites.

Only fifteen more days (including today) till summer, and the time is still going in incredibly slow. I'm going to Wales on the 4th of July; I'm not sure whether I'm excited or not. I just spent all of my money that was meant for Wales on an iPod Touch, so I'm pretty screwed... Awk well, it was money well spent, I suppose. 

Don't you just hate it when people rant on and on about something and then not actually tell whose pissing them off? (I'm such a fucking hypocrite). 

Sunny days (:

Aw, today was such a lovely wee day. It didn't rain or anything. There are only two things that brought me down which were the fact I had (and did) my Spanish Oral and that our Biology teacher decided to be a perve and watch all the pupils in our class break their faces down on the rock pools before making us use a key to decipher seaweed :S. I got 8/20 in Spanish, which I really don't give a fuck about, so yeah. 

I've decided that I'm incredibly self absorbed at times. I mean sometimes I can't tell myself from all those other big headed people about. But I suppose everyone's big headed in a way. Maybe it's just the way the mind works sometimes... I don't know. I'm never going to have the right subjects to follow a career in psychology.

I'm pretty sure no one reads this, which is comforting in a way. I treat this like its a personal diary... which scares me. I don't pour my heart into things, and I don't want to pour my heart into something that every randomer on the planet can nosy into.

I've been plotting a story in my head for about a week now. I honestly love it, which doesn't mean that it won't be dropped this time next month. It's funny to think that it was around this time last year that I started planning a vampire book and I sworn I'd finish. I didn't finish it, but it was around 80,000 words long. See, I'm a vision-ist if that's even a real word. I can vision people and how they would do things. I suppose it's like an artist in a way. Artists capture the world around them from how they see it, and then they make it visual for others to see how they see. That's what a writer is. But writer's use words to create visions to explain how they see things. That's what I think writing is. Being creative is hard laboring work, especially when your mind goes blank. I hate that. Writing is my drug. It made me a better person, I think so anyway.

In ways, I'm dreading the summer. It's great that we're getting off for two months, but sometimes it just seems so daunting that our GCSE's are getting closer and closer. Life is ticking by painfully slow at the minute, but how will we react when we're eighty and wonder where our lives went? There are so many worries about growing up to be honest. Too many. I honestly don't know why people would want to fuck their lives up when their young because when your old, all you have is the bad memories and regrets. Life's too short for regrets, maybe. But what if your regrets are the only thing you have left?

For Everyone

For those who died, for those who survived

For those who hoped and for those who dreamed

The war is over, the fight is done.

Today we remember the battle we won.

For those who killed, for those who murdered.

For those who died and for those suffered.

It's ended, we're singing.

For those who will remember, for those who'll never forget.

For those who cried, for those who'll always regret.

For those betrayed and for those who bled.

Together, forever; hand in hand, we will march ahead.

Oh well.

Happier the day. Still a bit tired though. Legs aren't as sore either which is pretty fantastic news. I tried playing the Sims 2 on the PS2 this morning, I got bored though and ended up watching my cat sleep in a funny position. I even wrote like a page of a story, that I think I'm growing slightly addicted too. I fall too easily for every character I create, which isn't great coz that means I can't kill them in the end :(. Prime Evil is on at the minute. The effects and the monsters are so shit; so unrealistic. I don't like it. 

I am honestly getting so sick of Bebo at the minute. Like there is nothing to do on it, and I can't make skins anymore coz Bebo has fucked up the ADD NEW SKINS page. I really don't understand why people put pictures of them self on Bebo either and every time someone comments on it, they have to comment back saying "NaW aM naWt PreTty buHH, HaV Yeee' SEen Yerrsell" or something along those lines. I mean, if you don't think your pretty, why do you pose and put pictures of yourself on Bebo? So technically we all think we're pretty to a certain extent.

Oh well.

Some people's world's just revolve around themselves I suppose. And I doubt that I have the right to say any of this, but fuck it. I did it anyway.

I have 33% battery left on my laptop :|. Ffs... I cba getting my charger. 

Oh well.

ahah.

Mood: Tired and Fed Up

I hear Big Brother on in the living room. I hate it. Why do people get so entertained by watching other big-headed people's live son TV? I doubt I will ever understand to be perfectly honest. I'm really fucking tired today. See, it was Sports Day at school and it was boring. I mean, they should have called it "Scally's United Day", as that name would have fit it better. Most of the people that go to my school are scallys, so everyone was orange and wearing canterburys. I have to say that I am a pretty stereotypical/prejudiced person, and I suppose scallys are pretty dead on when you get to know them, but i suppose i have just managed to hypnotize myself that they are out to kill us all. 

I had to walk for the bus this morning. It was pretty fucking cold outside, and wearing shorts in chilly wind isn't the best idea. So, I had pretty little goosebumps on my legs all day -_-, but that's beside the point. Ended up waiting half an hour for the bus to show up though, and the wind wasn't helping. I think I had 'Arma-God-Damned-Mother-Fuckin-Geddon' by Marilyn Manson in my head most of the day, until me and Katie started singing 'By The Sea' from Sweeney Todd. Also had 'Don't Like The Drugs, But The Drugs Like Me' in my head while people in my year were doing high jump and when we were queueing for burgers. Some people are really fucking annoying in a line (or a chaotic mass) waiting for a burger coz I managed to slip into a spot in a line where people were actually getting served. I mean, I really don't give a fuck if I have the brains to get a burger before you do.

After Katie and I got and ate burgers, we sat in the lockers, waiting for the next 'event'. We listened to a retarded conversation between two girls in my year and two first years, one of whom tried to use my locker key and some other girl's debit card to break into her locker. She failed, funny enough. We listened to my iPod for about three minutes before decided we were gonna leave school before we died of boredom, even though we weren't supposed to be leaving till at least 2:15pm and it was only 12:30pm. But yeah, we left anyway and got a bus into town, where we walked about, tried on clothes and looked at phones. We then went back down the prom, wandered about there, ended up in a field called the Warren and 'went back on ourselves' the whole two miles to her house. So my feet are pretty damn sore.

At her house we ate a Kit-Kat chunky, she had a glass of water, me; ribena and looked at phones from a carphone warehouse magazine. My contract ends in August, so I'm looking at new contracts with O2 to start in August. I'm thinking about getting the Samsung Tocco Lite... Katie wants to get an LG something but everyone has it and she needs to save money up for France in September. She should wait till Christmas to solve problems. She managed to break my glass of Ribena before I had finished it, but it was all okay. Afterward, her parents came home, and my ma came to pick me up so I went home. All in all it was pretty fun day but I'm shattered.

It's only like three weeks till the summer holidays. I can't wait. Going to see Elliot MInor on the 26th too. Can't wait for that either. I'm currently feeling a bit depressed though and I can't figure out why. Mehh, I'll be happier in the morning. And hopefully less bigheaded and happier too, as you have probably gathered, I have a lot to say for myself but that's coz I can't talk to people about my feeling. Suppose that's just me though. 

Right I think I might go to sleep soon... before I die. I'm being overdramatic. At least all I'm doing tomorrow is walking the dog. Thank God. But I've just completed the Sims Bustin' out so I'm going to be bored. I'll write a story or something... :) Should keep me occupied. Anyway, ttylxo