OMG! I had the most hilarious day ever. In general studies Blinders decided to go outside and flap around in a kyack for a while in the middle of the carpark. He's an odd man. But not quite as odd as Scarratt and Dethick, who told my parents that I was a pimp. "He seems to get on very well in a room full of girls."... "Yeah, he always sits with girls, and he tends to move around them all." ..."Yes, he does seem to have several on the go." At about that point I exploded into a mass of incredibly embarrassed dust.

 

And Copley, don't think you weren't spotted!

Hehe. I see a pun there. Hope you do!

 

Anyway, Kirsty gave me 10 Things I Hate About You on DVD so I was obliged to watch it. I'm not quite sure why she gave it to me, I hope she's not trying to tell me something; well ten things to be precise. But I watched it, and it was quite silly. Cute, but annoying in a patronising kind of way. And it kept the Shakespearean dialogue, only it was delivered by American teegange sex-pots. I did like the line, "You're amazingly self-assured. Has anyone ever told you that?" "I tell myself that every day." And I remember making exactly the same speech as Halloween kid makes in the car, but it didn't end in pulling in my case. Ah well, stupid Hollywood.

 

Night

My left arm's gone numb. Does that mean I'm having a heart attack? Hope not! Anyway, last night I had the most fun I'd had in bloody ages. At the risk of sounding like a Radio 1 DJ I went to a "bitchin' party!" It was like a year 9 disco. It was quite hilarious, with thirteen year olds getting served brilliantly cheap booze. I can't believe the ancient DJ wouldn't play Chico time though. Some serious bullying would've gone on then! Hahaha. Speaking of Chico, he pulled a fifteen year old lesbian! What a goon. And he saw Donald and Hardy together and looked like he was gonna throw up. Poor lad *cough* *splutter* *chokes on own feigned sincerity*!

 

Oh yeah, at that party I saw my cousin who's supposed to be living in South Africa! I felt a bit nervous going up to talk to him because he has an identical twin and I didn't know which one it was. But I went up to him and said something along the lines of "Hi," and the stupid  bastard didn't have a clue who I was, so I ignored him for the rest of the night. I also talked to people that I was supposed to remember from primary school but I didn't have a clue who they were. It's the most awkward thing trying to blag your way through a conversation without offending them by revealing that you don't even know their name.

 

Anyway, that's as much typing as I can cope with.

 

Adios amigos

 

Don't tell Scotty!

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

 

Fuck that hurt! Anyone who's ever spun around and started sprinting only to be stopped by the corner of a mini football goalpost going straight in that ridiculous gap under their ribs will comfirm that it FUCKING HURTS! Galley thought I was dying! Also on the injury front, I ran headlong into The John, The John being quite a well built fella for those who don't know him. I just know I'm going to have a monster of a black eye for Alex's tomorrow. How sexy will i look. OMG, Skarratt said my hair looked beautiful! "Mrs Skarratt, are you trying to seduce me?" Hehehe. Funny day.

Oh my, nextdoor's dogs are ripping eachother apart. My money's on the French bulldog,rather than the wimpish alsation.

 

Biology plan is done. English essay is nearly done. I may try and finish that tonight. Lots of hair has left me and my head feels naked without it. I spent a cool hour or so playing on this cool sims-type game on Kirsty's phone. I got to full health points by "workin those biceps." But it wouldn't let me flirt with the gay guy in the gym which I thought was quite discriminative. Erm, I ate a loaf of tiger bread. Grrrrr.

 

That's about all that's happened today.

 

Adios

But it will sound fucking similar. I've had the most fucking freaky few days. I won't bore you with the details, maily because I don't really want to tell them, but just imagine the most wacky, spontaneous thing you've ever done, think of a number between one and 20, divide it by two, and then get crappy exam results. I say crappy, they were actually quite good, I'm just being stupid I guess. It's just the D in biology that pissed me off.

 

And tonight, my mum and dad went out with their rich friends (we're so not jealous) and I was efeeling incredibly bummed and generally lonely. (ESH) Then, I made what turned out to be the decisive decision of my life. I drank Stella (which I stole from Ollie at new year!) and watched The Girl Next Door. (OMG Elisha Cuthbert is the fittest woman on the planet) But anyway, there I was, getting wasted watching an American adolescent rom-com and I felt disgusted with myself. I was becoming exactly what I don't want to become. (OMG I'm still a bit drunk so this reads really badly, so sorry, but this is actually the first thing that I've actually meant in all this blogging, probably because I'm still a bit drunk!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've not really got anything interesting to say. I'm watching Live 8 again. That's not interesting. Dear old Mariah Carey sings like she's trying to swallow a pool ball. No way will you find that interesting. Old people smell of soggy wholemeal bread. Is that interesting? A sparrow hawk can beat a pigeon and a blackbird in a two-on-one handicap scrap. Obviously.

 

I give up.

 

Night x

Oche, no one else's interests include preening. Hehe. I wonder how many people count "drinking" as an interest...

 

"Results- page 1 of 3163"

 

LMAO. Stupid culture.

 

Ok. What about "sex"

 

"Results- page 1 of 1486"

 

Hehe. First guy describes himself as a geek whose main interest is sex. OMG!!!

 

And on that bombshell...

 

I morph into Jeremy Clarkson

 

Goodnight!

Well, that's it, I'm going to Leeds. The final clicker has been clicked. All that's left is for me to pass a few A levels. Speaking of which, results come out on Friday. Oh golly. Hehe, I watched The Aviator last night. "I've never met anyone that uses the word "golly" before."

 

There's pandemonium in our house at the moment, due to the unthinkable event of running out of cookies! Now I'll have to eat digestive bisuits and pretend they're cookies! Mmmmm pretend cookies.

 

After hearing of this tragic news I'm sure you're thinking the cheeriness of this entry can only go up. And it does.

 

Bye x

does not make friends easily, secretive, introverted, reclusive, observer, dislikes leadership, somewhat socially awkward, does not like to stand out, dislikes large parties, values solitude, solitary, avoidant, ambivalent about fitting in, not dominant, unassertive, suspicious, prudent, unadventurous, worrying, weird, intellectual, frequently second guesses self

Today has been a day of unexpected but very welcome happiness. It started with watching Kevin Pietersen  inihilate India, (hopefully you'll know I'm talking about the cricket). Then, after eating a packet of hot cross buns I decided that the time had come to finally sort my GCSE art stuff out, seeing as it's been lying undisturbed in my room for well over a year now. Looking through it I came to the harsh realisation that, despite getting an A in four months, *proud emote* I actually have no talent as an artist. However, I also made thel find of the year so far. Between two very artistic looking "things" in the style of Wassily Kandinski, (check his work out) was my Jet album. I used to love them and I've been reaquainting myself with them for the last few hours. Bizzarely, it reminds a lot me of GCSE art. I recon that was probably my favourite time at Henbury. I particularly remember me and Kirsty stamping the hell out of one of her masterpieces, all in the name of art. *sigh* We used to get on so well. I really should make the effort to recapture the friendship we had. And who could forget when Mr Lord told me that my wave sculpture looked like a three pronged dildo. He was such a dick! And Nat Simpson lol. What a tit! Saw him in town a few days ago. He still can't form a sentance lol. Nice guy though. Ah the memories. Actually, I might start doing arty things again. In fact, yes, I'm going to get my paints out, right now. Bye artistes. You're all beautiful.

Well today has probably been the worst day ever.

 

I felt a totally uselss friend and ended up walking aimlessly around school for half an hour.

 

You can't run away forever, especially from the people who care about you. We'll just track you down and drag you back if you do.

 

And then, just as I felt the day couldn't get any worse, I got locked out of the house in a fucking blizzard. I ended up sitting on a icy bench listening to Jimmy Eat World, wishing I had a knife. Only kiddin' people, but still :'(

 

Speaking of stupid self-harming people, Sarah Henshaw is the most impossible person to talk to.

 

"Hi, how are you?"

**

"Good except for the fact that I wanted to jump in front of a bus this morning."

**

"Oh."

**

*Way to end a conversation.*

 

*Way to end a blog*

Some people just have something about them that makes others want to be around them. Unfortunately, some don't.

 

 

I'm not quite sure whether I feel sorry for him or not. He's obviously a sleeze, so I guess I don't.

"Qualities... in a lady... I... look for are..."

*goes slightly embarrassed*

"features"

*blushes*

*tries not to get anymore embarrassed about what he's just said* 

*pulls what I assume he thinks is a cool, sexy face that will cause the bras of any woman watching to burst open*

*looks worryingly aroused*

 

And when you put it all together there's the model of a charmless man. Na na na na na na na na nah.