Hey miss sobriety.

Do you remember me?
Or how to say my name?
Do you remember when we were friends?
Yeah all the way back then.

Well. Tallle got better. Alot better.
We ironed out everything. And went back to what we do best.
Take the shit out of eachother :)
Oh and i'm engaged to one mr Syd McCullough.

Lucy and I went to the boxing day sales :) and walked around for eight and a half hours.
But the highlight is we found out where all the hot guys have been hiding.
Robina :)

Crappy crappy rain. Is good in a few ways. Go mother nature.
Mmmmmmmmhm.
This is gay. Bye.

A letter to you;

Dear Readers,
What is trust?
Honeslty though?
Do people even know the meaning of it anymore, cause they sure as hell don't act like it.
Because. Some one is always out to get them.
Or someone has said something about them.
Or so on so forth.
But everyone is just the same.
Everyone has issues with trust, whether it be they trust too much or too little.
If you trust too much, your leaving your self open to countless oppurtunities for people to let you down.
The more you care, the more your likely to get hurt.
But if you trust to little. How can you ever have a healthy, normal relationship or friendship.
Without feeling a little paranoid, betrayed, left out.
How can you ever know if some one is true or not. You have to trust them.
But what if they're not true but you trust them anyway. Hello broken heart.

I heard recently that 'the most power lies with he person who cares the less'.
Really comforting right? Because you can't deny the fact that it's true.
Because they person who cares most is likely to bend over backwards for the person that they care about, so then the person who cares less can make the other do whatever they please. Being a dickknob = Power.

And whats with not caring at all?
Oh it's harder than it looks, and it hurts more than you could ever imagine.
But why are some people made like robots? They just don't care.
Because they have had so many people hurt them, ones they didnt think ever would.
So their instant reaction is to clam up, and not care about much.

And judging? For fricks sake. Get the hell over yourselves please people.
The time has past where we sit there and say omg look whats shes doing or I cant believe he just said that. We're not in grade eight anymore.
Just kick back, relax. Either be friends with someone or dont.
Dont take the pussy way of being friends but chucking a bitch about them when they arnt around.
At least say it to their face? Honestly.

2010 will start a new era. Well It's started already.
The CHILL. era. Just smile. Relax. Don't let politics get to you.
Stay uninvolved. Don't bitch. Thats the lifestyle I'm taking up from this instant.

It can't change the lack of trust for people, it won't change my sudden outbursts of.. well.. weird. But I'm hoping it can change my dodgy moodswings once I dont let people shit me off. I'm hoping it will just make things easy.
I need to buckle down in school, I don't need this immature bullshit that people bring into everyones life. Honestly.

Back on the judging issues. I talked to a few people last night.
That, me as a bitchy shithead, had always disregarded as pathetic, or dropkicks.
But they arn't. And I shouldnt have judged them. And I'm pretty sure one of you read this, so I'm sorry. They are actually pretty hilarious. And I had missed this whole great personality because I had only listen to what people said about them, or based on what I had seen them do.

I'm sorry. To everyone.
For what I have been, as of late.
I have been so distracted its not even funny.
But three weeks away will do me good I believe.
So I can think about everything, practise my chill behaviour.
And hopefully I'll be good as new for everyone when I get back.
I hope you all enjoy your holidays, and I'll post again sometime next week.
Love, Rachel.

I enjoy findng old videos.

Clearly I was one of those really cool kids. You know. The one EVERYBODY wants to be? Mm. Obviously.

Life goes on.

I cannot wait. Until I am eighteen.

I am moving out.

Moving far away.

Overseas please.

Anywhere that I can forget my past.

And never have to look back.

At anyone who has ever let me down.

I'm going to move.

And not tell anyone where I am going.

Because the sooner I can get on with life, forgetting the disappointments, the better.

Forget my family.

Except for my sister. She's the only thing that keeps me sane

Forget all the other complications and interruptions in my life.

Except Nia. She is amazing.The only one for me ( L )

She will always. come first in my eyes.

She's beautiful and reliable, and silly but wise. Shes amazing and she is everything to me.

Nothing can affect this. Nothing and no one.

But I'm over everyone else and putting in the effort to fix things, when they cant even be bothered to do the same.

I'm over wanting everything to be okay, because I know that it won't.

I'm over knowing that your friends are going to get hurt, but theirgonna keep going back for more.

I'm over being selfish, but thats the way its going to be. Take it or leave it.

I'm over fixing things, and then their broken again. It's not up to me anymore.

I'm so disappointed that the one person I thought I could trust, turned out to be the one that hurt me the most.

There is a point in your life when you get tired of trying to fix everything and make everyone happy. And when you finally decide to quit, it's not giving up. Its realizing you don’t need certain people and the bullshit they bring into your life.

Yes, I am a sheep.

Thought I would jump on the the 'I have learnt' bandwagon.

so WARNING. Thoughtful post ahead.



I have learnt I 'love to seldom and hate to often'. Doesn't mean I can change that.

I have learnt that there are certain words that you shouldn't call teachers.

I have learnt to talk to more people.. Nicely.

I have learnt studying pays off.

I have learnt that procrastinating is easy to be good at.

I have learnt that you can't really trust anyone.

I have learnt that the people who say they will never hurt you, hurt you the most.

I have learnt to sing like no one is listening and dance like no one is watching.

I have learnt that it's pretty easy to short circuit your friends house.

I have learnt that for me,death seems so far away, but for others, its closer than they know.

I have learnt not to judge people by their actions.

I have learnt that you shouldn't care what other people have to say.

I have learnt maths is a totally unnecessary subject.

I have learnt biology on the other hand is amazing.

I have learnt to just go for it.

I have learnt it's easier to say you will never do something, than actually not doing it.

I have learnt that love is really nothing.

I have learnt that seeing a councilor can totally play to your advantage.

I have learnt that things get hard, but thy can always get harder, and most suffer way more than I.

I have learnt that people never really want you until they cant have you.

I have learnt I don't really want something once I have it.

I have learnt that deep down. I'm scared. Everyone is scared.

And the one thing I hope I never forget.
Is to embrace the ones you love, accept their faults and to never let them go.

Cause once you do, they will never. Come back.

I'm not your part time friend.

We have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families,
more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense,
more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much,
spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry,
stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too little, watch TV too much.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character,
steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies,
and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom.

Okay. SO.
I quite love procrascination.
Or however you would like to spell it.
BUT.
It is quite the pain in the bottom.

Because.
My procrastination methods including eating and sleeeeping.
Worst things ever.
Like for example. In the last half an hour, I have eaten.
A PB&J sandwhich, migren noodles and two mini packets of malteasers.

Obeasity here I come!




bail.


I am actually quite sunburnted :( it hurts me.



Most epic day of my life yesterday.
At my cousins wedding
And there was a jukebox.
And there was all this old music playing
and everyone was dancing.
So i put dont trust me - 30h!3 on.
Everyone was bobbing there heads along cause they couldnt dance to it
then it said.
I'm a vegetarian and I'm not f***ing scared of him.
Everyones jaw dropped to the ground.

Hayyyy there felllow Internet dwellers..

So this week has been UBER terrible.
I feel that exams have consumed my whole life. In any spare time I may find
I end up studying anyway. This has honestly been myy life for the last week.

Wake up at five thirty, study, eat, school, learn, revise, eat, learn, revise some more, home, study,
Eat, study, crawl to bed at around eleven thirty.

FRICK! I bloody hate end of year exams. And you know what makes me super happy?
My brother borrowing my calculator and then leaving it at work. And then when I need it for study I don't have it.
Thats pretty excellent now isn't it.

It seems to me that everyone is getting blogs these dayy. Which oddly makes it less appealing
To me. Exceptt nia :) I love her.

But seriouslyyyyy.

Gawshh my eyes just want to sleeeeep. But only four/five days left
Of schooll yayyyy. I can sleep my life awayy and chillbang with me bestiesss :)

Ughh more from me laterrrr.
Love ya bitches in the trousers.

Today, I walked into my apartment and saw someone sitting on my couch, dressed as Megatron. I screamed for my boyfriend, who then came running out of the kitchen dressed as Optimus Prime, and threw Megatron to the ground. My boyfriend then came up to me and told me that he would fight decepticons for me any day. He then got down on one knee and proposed to me. I accepted. I don't know how I'm going to explain this proposal to my parents. MLIA.

My new hero;

Impressive.

"Last night I went on a date with a boy. I wasn't sure if it would be any fun because he's usually very uptight in school. He showed up at my door with a pirate hat on and a fuzzy neon green top hat for me. Instead of going to dinner and a movie he took me to Wal-Mart where we had a foam sword fight, tricycle races down the isles, and got ice-cream at Braum’s after. I think he’s a keeper. MLIA"

I love this website. And I want her boyfriend :)

EXPLOSIONS.

I am a; paramaniac.
Wiki says:

Noun
paramaniac (plural paramaniacs) 

1. A person suffering from paramania.

2. A person who is obsessed with comlaining; one who complains.

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/paramaniac check it bitchess.

HAI THEREEE

life really is amazing isn't it?

existance. is baffling. but it's beautiful.

 I am actually. Looking at my painting in art, in a positive light at this point in time. It is quite possible that I will finish it in the fourteen days I have left. Yayys for me :)

maybeee;

On a gayer note.

I glassed my leg :( it was terrible. Blood everywheree :) bet you woulda loved to see that baby.

I'll let you cool kids in on what happened. I unpacking the dishwasher (intensely) and i dropped a glass (with extreme force) and it GASHED open my leg, and there was blood everywhere. But. No one was home so I had to hike all the way to the hospital, where theY told me that the damage was really bad, and I was going to die if they didn't operate straight away. So they took me in, and they were operating on my leg, and they had to cut the 10cm x 5 cm shard of glass out of my leg. But they had some problems and had to use the electricall thing to prevent me from dying. 

If you really want to know what happened. Read on.

But if you totally believe me.  just skip down to the yellow writing. rriiigghhtttt now!

If you want to know, just read the high lighted bits.

BUT ANYWAYS.

DOUBLE ART TODAY WAS AMAZING. Well not really. I felt like jumping off a building approx. 76 times. BUT other than that. I got my sky finished :) 

 

JORDAN ROBERTS; is amazing.
He brings a smile to my faceeee :)

Dramaaa wasssss amazzzzinngggg :)
I am so very proud of each and everyone of the performers.
They did an amazing job.
Amazing amazing amazing.

I have decided.
People take other people.
Waaaaaaaaay to seriously.
Loooosen upppppp.
PLEASE :):):):):):)
BE HAPPPPPPPY.

mmmmmmmmm. easier said than done I suppose,
I love my bestfriends Paige and Nia.

I also love me other best friend; Caitlin.
We are going to get a job in the convent and grow old together.
Its a beautiful thing.
I love her.


Only she will get this :)

 :)

ANDY.

TO ANDY;

would you like some tea?

Maybe some prawns to go along with it?

You can eat it in the pool if you want..

In our little party of three; yes that is us.

I loved the night i had on friday. I love swimming. I love getting changed in the same room.

I love dancing on the side of the pool. I love hugging people when I'm wet.

I love introducing myself as andy. I love getting dropped off on the side of the road.

I love it especially when people think they are heaps tough and like daring.

But they don't know who their dealing with.

I love it when you show them up.

Not mentioning any names *cought*LUKEFUCKINGCOCKFACE*cough*.

I love speaking like a pom. And annoying your brother/boyfriend.

I love it. I love my friday nights.

And most of all. I love andy.

:)

Eat me.

So I am actually post a blog for the sake of posting a blog.
I have nothing interesting to say.
My day was gay.
My week has been gay, with flecks of fucking awesomeness.
And my weekend is going to be gay.
Not the nights, just the days.
Tonight I am off to Cameron Matthews. Where I will get to chill with the most awesome people you will ever meet.
And tomorrow night, I am off to Rhiannas to chillbang with the group. The most awesome people I have ever met.
My favourite teacher earnt his spot today as he was in quite the good, talkative mood that I think is great, cause this means I don't have to do work.
I am still rofling. Yes I did say rofl Britt. At some of the things that go on in my grade. The sad, sad, sad things that happen. Like jesus. The amount of people who aren't ballsy enough to say shit to peoples faces. Myself included. However, sometimes. If I ate my carrots the night before, I might have half a ball and accidently let something mean slip.
RIP to Brittenysssss phone :( and to my painting that I have just mucked up. Goodbye good grades for art.
ERRRRRRRRRRRRR. I have to go get ready before I bore you all to death.

CIAO;

errrrrr

Okayy. So my life. Isnt as boring as usual at this point in time.


THANKS BJLALLY.
Lally = To roll your penis between your palms while masturbating to gay porn.


SO ANYWAYS,


Lunch was quite good. I enjoyed popping little red honey flowery things on my forehead.
Clinically proven for a good time.

And I must say. It's quite hilarious watching your pal sitting on a rock meditiating.
I could tell you what else is funny. But you will have to wait till tomorrow to find out.

errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I think your just sad. That you thought. That your fantastic idea was like soo edgy, mean and bitchy.
But everyone loved it. Myself included. When you were diliberately trying to hurt my feelings.
SHIT. Better luck next time.

ACTUALLY. Nevermind. Cause. I actually don't acknowledge the shit you come up with.
ACTUALLY. Now I'm thinking about it.. Noone does..

"We didn't have to figure shit out, it's not rocket science." - Britteny Lally.
It's true. You were the first person many people thought of..
I mean. You showed everyone in the first place.. That kinda gave it away.
And it was expected of you to be the type of person to post something like that anyways.

And you were being talked about. About how pathetic your life must be.
Not about the blog. People thought it was fantastic.
And wanted more. People at our school have boring lifes.
They strive off conflict and gossip.
Of which you have made obvious.

I'm sure if you read through my blogs, you'll find at least one, stating about how much of a hypocrite I am.
So. Thats no news to me, I could have told you before you felt the need to state it.

Fuck me aye, If you wanna say shit like that. Okay cool. Brand your name on where you wrote it. If you wanna say shit like that. Okay cool. Say it and mean it, Don't apologise, cause then whats the point in saying it in the first place.
To be completely honest. Another reason you shouldn't apologise. Is because no one took offence to it. So there aint no need to apologise.

Righto. Now thats all cleared up.
I'm actually not a nice enough person to wish you a good life.
Soo uh, Yeahh.
Peace out mf.



ps. No one said your a bitch, I think you just really wanna be one.
 Some are born bitchy, some achieve bitchiness, and some have bitchiness thrust upon them. -ws
But your none of them. You just try to brand yourself a bitch; If you get a kick out of that well then good on ya. But uhh yehh.

Dear AnonBitch

Dearest Bloggers and so on so forth,

HOW ARE YOU :)

Please. People. Comment me if I'm wrong. But I thought a bitch was someone who said shit to peoples faces without caring about the consequences. Someone whos not gonna tippy toe around peoples feelings.
Mmmm.

So as I am sure this comes as news to noone, but we had the pleasent meeting with someone known as "The anonymous Bitch". I must say. I was quite entralled with this idea. And thought that it was the most exciting thing that had effected our school in about seventy years.

How ever. I do believe this person was incredibly pathetic (which makes it all the more hilarious). It occured to me that everyone who read this blog, either thought that 1) like myself, everyone thought that this person was incredibly pathetic and quite the coward. If you wanna say shit about different people. Say it to peoples faces please. or 2) also like me, it was quite hilarious but didnt really take much notice of this persons need to be acknowledged.

To be quite honest. This person defiantely basked in Redeemers 2.5 seconds of fame. And congratulations on that one.

I must admit. I would have been quite cut if I hadn't been mentioned however. I am quite the attention whore, as I'm sure anonymous bitch you would agree.

But everyone who likes to keep up with the fad's: heres a new one for you,
When someone is having a whinge, just say to them 'JESUS JUST GO WRITE  A BLOG ABOUT IT'.

HOWEVER.

It has been bought to my attention, that. Sadly. "The Anonymous Bitch" era has already, yes already, passed. And she/he has deleted the page.
Quite sad to those who were unable to read it in time.

Well Anyways, I'm just off to stick out my 'DD's', I mean watch TV.



BLOGGERS NOTE:
Please. AnonBitch. If you think your lucky enough to get through this unscathed, think again. We know who you are. And we think your even more pathetic then we though you were before. And just to prove we know.

Heres a snippet of a conversation you might remember. It goes something like this.

"Everyone is just scared that AnonBitch is gonna tell their secrets."

"I think AnonBitch has no life and is obviously so insecure about themselves they have to whinge about people on the internet anonymously"

*silence*

Yeahhhhhhhhhh. peaceout mf.


PS. I NEVER SAID I WASNT HYPOCRITICALL.

Emily.

Mine are ankle creases remember.. Jesus.

Immaturity.

I think;

People these days are all caught up in being perceived as mature.

Thats the cool thing to be these days. Mature.


And I get that. I really do.

But leave the immature alone.


The immature are the people who really have fun and are happy with things they way it is. If they were bothered with being called immature don’t you think they would change.


I went ahead and urban dictionaried the term immature for you all:

1. Usally people say this to make themselves feel older and more mature even though there not.

Sam: Dude wanna go have a mud fight!
Kevin: Your so immature, thats for little kids.
Sam: Fuck you at least I'm not an asshole.




2. 99% of high school chicks who laugh hysterically at things that are not remotely funny



And you can tell if you are immature if you find this humerous:


Immature Fetus
An aborted baby, a fetus that has an attitude. Grow up and move out of the dumpster.


Tim should have ended up as an immature fetus. At least as an immature fetus he wouldn't have grown up to be such an annoying grown up baby, but if he grew multiple spider arms all of a sudden then he would be sweet as because mutants rock!

I know I did.

But seriously. Loosen up a bit. Life is there to enjoy. Don't get caught up in all this mature crap. Live life like your ten.
I mean. Only if you want to.

But cut us immature beings some slack. We just want to have fun.
Our heads are too far up our bums to care, and we like it like that.

Okay; I know I said. I would post something meaningful etc etc.
And I will. After this blog.. sometime..


But it's just too easy to post rubbish.


I'm taking a leaf out of Madi's book :)
Here are some totally irrelevent, useless facts
for you unfortunate readers.


1. I am obsessive compulsive in the control department. I need to be in control and know everything!
If I hear a snippit of a new article or cold case or bloody anythinggggg.
I google it and make sure I know each and every of the major and minor details..


2. As you have read. I BLOODY LOVE GOOGLE. I google everything. Piss off bing. It just doesnt sound cool. "OMG I totally binged global warming last night." that sounds ridiculous. I could just imagine it being used in a sentance like this "OMG i totally binged Kayla last night." See.. Ridiculous. And seexual.


3. I explain my life with quotes and lyrics. I have no idea why, but it seems that ALWAYS there is a song or lyric that feels relevent to the shit that happens in your life.. Bloody musicians.


4. I hate it on days where you hate life and you just want to bitch about life in general. People alwasy try to cheer you up. I KNOW I KNOW. They are trying to be nice, and sometimes its all sweet. But who doesnt get those days where you just want to be angry at everything.


5. I have anger management issues. Not even kiddig. The councillor said :). And I pride myself in this. I like to be angry. So piss off and have a whinge if you have a problem with that.


6. I am so family/ friend orientated. I will do absolutely anything for friends and family. They light up my life and are pretty much the only reason I live. Everything else has failed and even some friends and family have failed. But there are those special few that keep me going :) I am a very big believer in loyalty and the whole being there for eachother concept :)


7. I have learnt that you can't trust anyone. That even the people you think are your best, best friends, only think about number one. I think thats sad, but it's something everyone should know.


wow. depressing turn of events. Lighter subjects please.




8. Every day, I say, tomorrow I'll g ofor a jog and stop eating so much shit.
Tomorrow. Never. Comes.


9. I NEVER STOP EATING. Never. I could never ever ever ever ever be anorexic. Bulemic maybe. But I just enjoy eating way to much to stop...




osidajhhs I LOVE FOOD.




10. I quite enjoy the company of  MADISON BLOM.


11. I quite enjoy arguing with teachers also. Well. I'm not rebel enough to argue with scary ones. Just funny pushover ones. Well.. that seems to be all I do in certain classes. Not naming any particular teachers.....


12. I quite like to use english to express myself. Well. I mean. Everyone uses english. But I like to make up new words or use peculiar ones that are often tossed to the side on the plate of modern english. I like to speak old fashiony too :) and make up new words. Most people don't understand any of the shit that I babble on about..


13. I LOVE TO TALLKKKK. I go and go and go and go and go and go and go and go and go and go and go and go. I talk day night, on land, under water, to myself, to others, anywhere and everywhere. You name it. Even if I run out of things to talk about, I still manage to babble on about things that arn't even being discussed at the time. When I get up in the morning and go for a jog, I talk to myself the entire time.


14. I'm a bit like JD on scrubs. My imagination often runs wild, with odd and unusal day dreams. However, I don't think I get that involved in them as he does.. But anyway! And then when I think one of my day dreams are hysterical, I'll tell anyone who happens to be there in such hysterical detail that I think they will find it funny too.. But they dont. EXCEPT SHANYA :) she alwasy gets it, and then we talk about it for years and make it funnier, to us anyway.. :S


SORRRRY FOR THE TORMENT.;

So I may have come to another realisation that I speak complete and utter crap on my blogs.
Whether it be silly little devotions to friends or pathetic little pussy ways of fighting.
Sooo. I'm gonna pick up my act..

I frigin fail.

I have come to a stupid gay realisation.

That the ABSOLUTE minute I find myself getting close to someone, and becoming vunerable to them. I shutdown and start a fight with them. I don't know what it is.

But it makes me angry.

TO TENNNNNNEAL;

HAIIIII TENNNEALL :)
And everyone elseeee..


TENNEAL HAS A VANGINA :) Yes. A VANgina.
And a chikalo too. Don't forget that :)

Sometimes we play it in CS if the mood is right. You know.
That is of course when we arent highly interested in the sex video that is being displayed.

So if you are wondering what to purchase us for Christmas. There are some ideas for you. A chikalo or sex video. NOT PORN THOUGH. It has to be educational. Preferably on the penis. Cause we have already watched a vagina video.

Madi; I want a laptop for Christmas :) You can use in when you are on your ripstik.

Thank Goodnesss

Sub topic:
TO EVERYONE. MITCHELL AND I ARE NOT DATING/LIKE EACHOTHER/ ARE GAY LOVERS/ HAVE ANY REMOTE CHANCE OF GETTING MARRIED ETC ETC ETC. Sweeeet. Glad we got that sorrrted.

Main topic:
Most fights = as good as overrrrrr :)

Thank godsticles! Swear to god. Just add -sticles to the end of any word and its so fun to sayyyy :)

Just want to say a quick sorrrrrrry :) even though I have said them already to the people that it is aimed attt.

I just figure that so much flowed into the blogs, that the apology should also :)

And I also may have just squished chocolate into one of they keys on my phone.. er..

And from the instance where I post =$^@$% that shall mean that I will limit all the bitching to the complete minimum and try to find the best in each person I meet.
I know it sounds like something I am unlikely able to do.. It's nice to know you have oh-so much faith in me.. :)

HOWEVER I just want to post something quickly. That I am sure the person it is about wont even read this, cause he doesn't know I have a blog! But *clears throat*..

About a Boy..

FOR FUCKS SAKES.

YOUR SO FUCKING RETARDED AND I JUST WANT TO FRIKIN STAB YOU IN THE VAGINA!

gawdd.....

OKAYYY

=$^@$%

Joanna;;;

My girl Joanna.
Is quite fantastic.
I enjoy going on dates with her to the cinemas ( L )
I enjoy celebrating 'Other Mothers Day'
Joanna I jsut want to ask you;
"Who is Sean?"
"Oh Sean is my boyfriend before Mark."
"Who the Fu-"

And there is something I need to say before I go..

Honey, I don't know how to tell you this.. But there is an Asian family in our bathroom..

Joanna no longer My girl .
After the break up I wrote you this poem.

Roses are red, Violets are blue,
F*** YOU WHORE.

"Joanna is the biggest whore. Its like she took a shit on my face.. Literally."
"LITERALLY?!"
"NO not literally! Whats wrong with you!"

OH and one last thing..

I HATE THIS SONG
Son your gonna have to exit this bus.

Hold on..
Excuse me..
 Uhm.



Didnt you just blog too.



Ohcoooooool.


lols.
I find this all quite hilariousssss.
Yes. I do blog. Shit.
If that means I'm stupid, cowerdly, pathetic, hypocritical, attention seeking, slutty ( I definately see the conncetion in that one) dumb shit of a person.. HELL thats me.

I'm not sure if your aware.. But I dont give a flying frick about what you think or say.
And You shouldnt either.

You said so yourself, people pay shit all attention to these stupid blogs so I dont see why your making such a deal of it.

If you have that much of a problem, dont read my blogs.. It's that easy. Really.

I know Britt is your friend.. And I can see why you would wanna stick up for your friends. I would stick up for mine too. But this is between Britt and myself. But my friends have realized that and they arn't getting caught up in this crap.

Your not gonnna ever get a perfect grade where everyone gets along. Never. But Britt and I have tried to be friends. We have. And it didnt work. Her and I have both come to that conclusion and we feel mutual about it. We can pretend to be friends all we want. But beneith it all. We are going to feel the exact same way.

And you can say what you want about me making my family unhappy. Because that makes me laugh.
The funny thing is my family doesn't care. Because they see where I am coming from. And they support me in this.

So yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :)

No comeback neccessary.
You pretty much just summed yourself up for me.

Thanks :)

 Dont get to carried away you might hurt yourself.
At least I post things that the person they are about can actually read them.

RIGHTTTTIOOO SPONGEBOB.

Okay. So I just want to get this straight yeh?
I actually made a blog so I could write blogs about other people and talk about how shit my life is.. yeeeeeow?

I mean, sometimes I can't change the way things are and sometimes its not my f***ing place to but in.
Sometimes maybe I should grow the f**k up and piss off
Don't I have a f**ken life? I should get out and do something stop sitting behind the computer screen being a f**ken macho about it!

Nuhh. I'll be sweet. I mean. I would rather sit on a computer than some guys penis..

JESUS. I'M SUCH A DUMB BITCH.


I'm just gonna go ride my ponyyy called Princess Sparkles Consuela Banana  Hammock..

rgfhfghrd poo.

I have one major pet hate.

No it's not when we are made to attend a STD talk.

But when people have absolutely no respect for themselves.

Come on, can you seriously expect peoeple to respect you when you dont even respect yourself?

I mean, I know for one that I have Morals and High Standards and if one thing goes wrong in a slight way I freak out and cry!and I'm in no way saying "Hey you should all be like me"  Oh god I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.

But honestly.

I cannot stand those people who go all out and act like trash.

I for one, if you act like trash I'll most likely treat you like trash.

I'm not one of those goes who goes tip toeing around peoples feelings,

I get in there a smash out my opinion and shatter peoples self esteem.

Well.. Hopefully I'm not that bad but you get the gist.

PLEASE PEOPLE WAKE UP TO YOURSELFFF!

Okayyyy awesome.
I mean its not like my phone came out of my pocket and fell into the deep deep, deep, deep ocean or anything..

And I mean. Its not like I am burnt as a burnt person on burnt tablets. Like not red at all.

I freaking hate my life.

iMPEGA PERMANENT MARKER.

Rightio.
I don't really know what to write bit its been about a decade since I last wrote.
And I have been told to write another.

I guess I want to share with you the most horrid of all dreamsssss.
Night mares I guess you would call it
Yes. Most definately a nightmare.

Well it goes like this..

I WAS BEST FRIENDS WITH W/S!!!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL SUBCONCIOUS MIND WERE YOU THINKING.
HONEST TO GOD IM SURPRISED I DIDNT BLOODY WAKE UP CRYING.

Well anyway. Rant about WS over.
I wouldnt like to waste my life talking about her.
Actaully. I am really jealous of her so maybe I might.
Well. Lifes debate on hold:

I am soo enjoying holidays. I mean really its monday so I havent had an ACTUAL day of holidays yet. But I can just tell I am going to ENJOYYYYYY it.
I mean your away from the bloody teachers that hassle and nag you 7three quarters/5.
(instead of 24/7? Geddit? Geddit?  My humor is wasted on you apathetic morons.)

I'm sorry. I didnt mean to insult you.

losers.

UHM ANYWAYS.

Oh and whats with this whole: Some one give you a name, like pretty much paying you out. And you go with it and started branding it all over your like facebook and myspace. Its called an insult. And by branding that on your social networking sites, your pretty much insulting yourself further.
But I wont go into that cause for once i'm not involved in this mini argument. (OMG I KNOW SHOCKING RIGHT?!)

Went shopping with my girl Nia on fridayyyy. It was quite the enjoyable experiance.
Who knew sitting down talking and getting stared at my fobs could be so enjoyable.
I didnt.
Who knew a mix up at starbucks could be so hilarious for me to watch.
Well.
I kinda had an idea buttt.
All in All.
It was lovelyyyyyyy. :) And CH/S I'm sorrrrry.
But this is one friendship you cant control :)
LOVE YOU.

Well I'm actually going Whale Watching with the Fambam to dayy.
JOY TO THE WORLD.

:)
SEE YOU SOONISH SILLY PANTS.

Reply to MADISONS cool bitch about the little fags on the bus.

I SWEAR TO FRIKIN GOD.
IF YOU GET IN MY WAY ONE MORE TIME.
OR GIVE ME LIP.
BOY. I SWEAR TO GO I WILL KICK YOU SO DAMN HARD AS I
WALK TO THE BACK OF THE BUS.
NOT EVEN KIDDDING.
YOU ARE WAY TO BIG FOR YOUR BOOTS AND I HATE YOU ALREADY.
AND I HAVE ONLY CAUGHT THAT GODDAMN BUS THREE BLOODY TIMES.


JESSSUS.

golly gosh.

So today. I finished working. Three days in a row.
19 and a half hours.
In four days.
I think I'm ready to retire.
BUT
I'm going shopping on friday :)
new shoes. yay for me.

When I was at work, I realised that there are like 2435654634 Italians that come in, like really.
With their accent that I cant understand and I feel bad cause I always have to ask them to repeat themselves :(
Sorry.

Welll. Those of you who are close to meee :)
Would know. That I made a decision this week.
Concerning a certain family member.
And it makes me sad. But I do not however regret doing it.
For those of you who do not know.
I basically told him to make a really hard decision. A choice between someone and myself.
But I don't see why if he cant respect me, then why I should respect and support him.
So what comes around, goes around.

OMFGGG. I am suppose to be going to NY next week. But no.
My gay father had to chuck a shit about his work.
SO now. I'm not going anymore.
CRY.

Now for a little gossip girl style blog:
My pal P, likes this guy called C.
But he is pretttttty dog to her.
And it makes me angry. Along with other things.

And there is a girl, WS,
who i frikin want to stab.
Just getting that out there.

There you go madi :) But instead of making up names.
I just used the letter of their names or nick names. :)



LOVE YOUZ BITCHHZ IN DA PANTIES.
 :D

JEBUS!

GOD.
Don't tell me to not apologize!
Tell me that what I said and what I did,
was inaappropriate.
GOD.
Make me feel bad,
make me feel something other than
anger for once in my goddam life.

Currently on the phone bitching to Tenneal.

For God's sake.
I guess there is somethings that you know are gonna start something;
but you just have to get it out there.
What if you know that things may never be the same again, would you risk it?
What if you are just fed up with these things to the extent whenever you start to talk about it you feel sick, your tummy flips and you feel like crying.
Should you have to feel like this?
Should you spill?
What if you give someone an ultimatam, and they have to choose.
And you know its a really really hard choice they have to make, but what if its a neccessity.
What if it is something that you just cant live with any longer.
That you feel miserable about every time the topic arises.
What if you feellike some one or something has taken something away from you.
And you owned it first, wht if it is yours.
And it feels like they have stolen half of your heart torn it up, squished it under their shoe and then fed it to you, using the "Oh open up here comes the airplane" technique.
Come on, you can't expect someone to sit there and suffer in silence, can you?
Can you?
Is that fair?
Maybe. Maybe it is.
But this girl isn't gonna take that shit.
Not because she doesnt want to, but because she isnt capable.
To be or not to be? That is the question.

I also hate;

Sorry for the two posts/one day thing :)

BUTTTTTTT.

Bloody teachers who say they care,
when we all know the truth is:
     THEY DONT.
Why do you pretend god dammit.
They pay all this attention to you when your mucking around
and trying to chill under they radar, but then,
as soon as you want to try and you actually want help,
they ignore the crap out of you. And when you do actually have their attention,
and you ask them a question, they just look away and talk to some one else.
COME ON PEOPLE. omfg.
And when you actually say something to them about it, they get all shitty at you,
about how it is so not true and that they care about everyone all the same,
even if you really are the biggest misfit in the class(es).
GIVE ME A BLOODY BREAK, my ass you care equally.

or...

What about the teacher who act like the utter most cows to you,
telling you this isnt appropraite and that isnt appropriate and oh pretty much,
"You fail at life".
But then tell you to come and talk to them about issues if you ever need to.
Pfft. Puh-lease. Get over yourself.
I wouldn't talk to you about my issues if you were the last human being on this god forsaken earth.
Get a life and stop tormenting other peoples.
Or just quit. Thats probably even better.
Come on. You have to know that none of us students like you.
GAWD!

I will never be;

One of those people who feels the need to impress.
Face it, if someone doesnt like you for you,
then when the alter ego you create for yourself breaks,
and they can see the real you peeking through.
I'm sorry to say. But you're screwed.
Why must we all feel the need to be liked?
People are just gonna let you down in the end anyway.
You'll fight them, they'll fight you, you'll do something that is 'unforgivable',
and vice versa. And truth is. Half the time stupid things like that are the reason
that relationships and friendships end.
And honestly would you rather be yourself and have few or maybe many friends,
than be some brain-washed soul-sucking clone of someone else and have many,
(most likely) fake friends.
I don't know what ever floats your boat I suppose.
Personally, I would rather attempt to be down to earth and original than follow the pack.

Don't you hate:

It when there are people that think they are too cool.
Who just want to be friends with the new shiny object that is the new topic of gossip?
What ever happened to the good old thing called.. Oh I don't know.. Friendship?
Where you can be yourself and not have to worry about losing someone to something newer. And how are you suppose to react when its not you who's being dogged but someone else.
Your watching it happen. Do you stop it? Or is it just continuing the cycle?