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