Sunday, 22 April 2007

This Power

What a great start to the weekend friday was...i had a FAT argument with my BF (boyfriend...until I can think of a better name for him) We've made up now, but only after he had groveled at me feet. Over the phone.

Here's what happened:
The boys were bundling (running around and trying to start a huge crowd of people jumping on eachother) and BF got involved, but unlike the normal male kind (im starting to question wheather he IS male or not..), he got really pissed off and walked off swearing at himself.
Being the girlfriend I decided it was my duty to go after him and see if he was okay. But when i tried to hug him he just shoved me away and said "Why the F*** do you always tell people to do this kind of thing to me? Just F*** off, F*** off!!" and he just walked off. I am NOT one to be shouted at like that, especially seeing as I'd just blown off an 18-year-old FOR BF!
I just shouted back "What the hell?! I didn't do anything to you! Why the hell are you having a go at ME???!!!!" and yes, I sweared a bit too, but I am the one in the right here!
He was being talked to by a few of my friends, and some of my friends were talking to me, but i was SO angry and i just burst into tears (discreatly, I didn't want BF to know I was more upset than I was angry). After like 5 mins, he came over to me and tried appologizing (please excuse my spelling, my parents are too selfish to get jobs which pay for me to go to a private school..i have to go to a scrutty state school). THE NERVE!!!!!! Shouting at me like that and expecting me to forgive him straight away! I thought he knew me better than that, I like him to suffer when we've just had an argument.
Apparently he was crying. Of course he was crying. He loves me, and he doesnt want to lose me because of my GIGANTIC BOOBS! I know im making him sound like such a horrible person, but he really isn't. We were best friends for ages, and now we've been going out for centuries, well, 6 months. He isn't one of those high status boys who all the girls want, hes VERY good looking though, he just needs to...develop a bit. I really love him though.
Anyway....On saturday afternoon, he called me, and apologised to me, I told him that if he didn't start putting more effort onto the relationship, then I'd break up with him. I mean, I always call HIM, I always arrange where we meet and what we do...I know he loves me, he just doesnt show it when were not in the same room or building.
Then I went off to this party that BF wasn't invited to. It was a really good party, but unfortunately I came home rather drunk and ended up spewing at 12am. Nice night.
BF texts me:
I really understood what you said and I do need to change. I really care about you and I need to start showing it, all I want is for you to be happy no matter what. I love you so much, you mean everything to me.
I ALMOST DIED!!!! He is so sweet, I hate how easily I fall in love with people.
I've just been on the phone to him, god he loves me. I love having this much power over a boy's life, I could be so destructive. Why am I such a nice person. My mother tells me I should use my power only for good, not evil. This power runs in our family. My mother has it, her mother had fact, her mother had it so bad, that she got proposed to 32 times a different people.
Oh dear...starting to get sexually fustrated...STOP IT!!! I have 'makeout withdrawal', i get it quite a lot when I've been away from BF for more than 2 days, just being with him forfills it though...usually.

I've just worked out that I was christined Moany Miss Groany by my parents when i was seven. I personally think it's geineus.
Well im going, bye
xxxxxxxxx MMG

Thursday, 19 April 2007

the rest of the Cuba tale...if you're interested

So, hottie had just explained his feelings to me. I was touched, but not enough to actually take things seriously. I just burst out laughing.
When my mum came downstairs...finally, we went off to 'Casa De la musica'- the nightclub. I was terrifyed that this time I might be asked for ID, but I wasn't :) in fact, I was told how beautiful I am. By a 40 year old beer belly. When we got past the bouncers hottie was asked to show his ID!!! HAR DE HAR HAR! Loser.
I danced with him again, but this time we got a bit more...'into it'. We were basically rubbing up against eachother, which I thought was quite odd and I started to feel uncomfortable. I suggested a rest.
He tried to kiss me.
It was SO HOT!!! But I didn't -.- I am far too trustworthy to my beloved boyfriend. Damn my strong catholic beleifs. I told him I was in love with my boyfriend, and I'd feel bad if I kissed another guy. He seemed to understand, but he carried on trying to kiss me throughout the night anyway.
I don't understand how it's so possible for boys to be such pervs.

I know it sounds like I really hate this guy. But the truth is, I CANNOT stop thinking about him! At like 3am we got back at the hotel, and he tried to get me alone to say bye to me, for it would be the last time he'd see me. But of course, being a complete idiot, i blew him off.

It took ages for me to get to sleep that night. Why the hell am I so damn needy? I constantly need boy attention!!!! I don't know what I'm going to do when I grow to become an old trout. I'll have to get married. Ha! Then my husband will have to put up with me.

The next day, just before we were about to check out, Hottie came running into the hotel lobby! He'd come straight from his football game- just to see me. God, I felt so privelidged!
He gave me a rose. I almost cried, he was so romantic! But he was obviously just trying to seduce me in order to get me to kiss him, which I didn't in the end because i'm such a nincompoop.

So...there it is. The one holiday romance I will probaly ever get. And I had to have a boyfriend. I am so unlucky. I bet my mum actually arranged for me to meet this guy JUST so I'd be upset about leaving him. It's the kind of thing she's likely to do.

Hottie said he'd wright to me, and so far...he hasn't. And it's almost been a week! He wont wright to me, I know he wont. He's probaly forgotten about me. OR he's been payed by other phsyco parents to seduce their daughters and he's too busy writing to them.
Either way, I don't think he'll write to me.

I made the mistake of telling my boyfriend about hottie. Of course, I didn't reffer to him as Hottie at that particular time, for obvious reasons. Now he's giving me lectures about how I promised I wouldn't cheat on him, which MAY I POINT OUT- I didn't.

I'll talk about my actuall life tomorrow.. Yay. You get to hear more about me.
I've been reading (reading is something I very rarely do, and any authors who's books I've read should feel very proud, Louise Rennison being one).
Lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MMG

Wednesday, 18 April 2007

What actually happened in Cuba

Basically, I had a crap time and im not going to even mention details apart from the fact that I met a random Cuban lad who declared his undying love for me. Uhuh. He was, I have to say, devestatingly hot.
On the first night in Havana (yes Havana, the apparently 'famous' capital of Cuba, although I, for one, had never heard of it) I was sitting down at a table in the lobby with my family just staring up at the ceiling, when at the corner of my eye, I noticed someone staring at me. I HATE being stared at. Well actually, thats a lie. I don't mind people staring at me, as long as they're not an ugly, topless, old man with a beer belly.
...Anyway, so this guy, dark hair, red t-shirt (why do I remember that?!), dark eyes was looking at me :)! I looked back, and we shared a moment until I almost choked on my sandwich. After that I just went upstairs to bed and didn't think of the incident until the same thing happened the next day (without the sandwich part), except this time when I walked past him to get to the lift, he stopped me. He asked me to dance (of course, I didn't understand what he was saying until he actually stood up and mimed dancing with a partner. Not my fault I don't speak spanish...). I froze. What the hell am I s'posed to say to that?! Blaitently I ended up saying no because, well, he's Cuban, and so obviously dances 86635672million times better than me and im too proud to admit that I could show myself up so easily to a BOY. He looked sad, and I went to bed. My mum came up and told me that he'd gone up to her and asked her to bring me back down. So she asked me, but im lazy so I said no.
[[Sorry readers, this is'nt suposed to be so utterly boring.]]
I ended up, and I don't remember how, going to an over 18's salsa night club!!! (SO cannot beleive I got in!!) It was me, my mum, my mum's friend, and Hottie (the hot guy) Yes..we danced but thats pretty much it. The me and the family went to the other side of the island for a week, and got back to the Havana hotel on the friday.
We met Hottie and my idiot of a 'caring' mother, left us alone not realising that her daughter doesn't speak spanish! He tried babbaling something at me, but I just gave him the blank "god I really wish he'd shut up" look, so he took me over to this strange, mysterious man who, afterwards turned out to be a security guard. The mysterious man translated what hottie was saying to me. Here's what I got out of it: I love you, I didn't stop thinking about you the whole week and I'm crazy about you. Dude....not the kind of thing to tell a 14 year old girl from the other side of the world when you've only known her a week. Especially when Hottie is 18!!! (did i mention he was 18??)
I bet you readers are interested now! But I'm tired so I'm gonna wait until next time I use the computer to finish this off. HA CLIFHANGER! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MMG (moanie Miss Groanie)

Tuesday, 17 April 2007

Im a teenager. 14. Why am I writing a blog? Because I moan too much. Yes. Thats why. My parents don't like the way they brought me up, so they decided that instead of ruining their entire lives completely, they'd rather I put all my 'feelings' on the internet for the whole world to read. I didn't think it was a good idea but I did it anyway, although it probaly wont be very succesfull seeing as I have'nt even done my GCSE's yet. And even when I do ill probaly end up failing every single exam, apart from food tech (my teacher has fallen in love with me) which really can't be a very appealing qualification if I want to be a performing art's teacher...well I guess I could always cook my pupils.
Ok, here we go! I haven't been ALLOWED to have friends anymore! My parents took me away to bloody Cuba so I was away for the whole of the easter holidays, being unable to socialise with anyone who even speaks the same language as me. Thats why they did it. Just to irritate me. They didn't want to go to Cuba. Of course they didn't, it means spending compulsary time with their children. And nobody on this planet truely wants that. They kept going on about how amazing it was there and "Ooooooh! I would have LOVED to come here when I was your age, you should think yourself lucky!"- my mum. Why? Why? Why should I think myself lucky? It's not like I asked to be taken to a place where even english school teachers only know how to say 'hello, I have brown hair'. My mum speaks spanish, but I don't. I don't understand why languages can't be genetic. It's so simple and it would make everyone's life so much damn easier.

God my life is too full of the most difficult things. I'm thirsty and the fridge is in a different room. Im going to go now, more tomorrow, if my mum doesnt decide to take me away to Amsterdam...