I'm crying...why am I crying? There are drops of salt water escaping from my eyes, rolling down my face (which I pampered today using several different skin products!!).
Nothing has happened to me to provoke these tears, at least not that I know of. My subconscious must be having a bad day, or maybe I pushed my brain too hard with all this revision. Either way, the point is, i'm crying.
BF hasn't called today...neither did he yesterday. He MUST have been thinking about me every second just like he says he does. Not. I simply refuse to call him, I want to see if i'll ever see him again if I don't call him (apart from at school).
Oh!!! Wait!!! I just remembered he texted me this morning saying:
I feel really ill, I've got tonsillitis tb. (and he didn't even say 'xxx' at the end...I texted him back saying: Oh no :( thats horrible I hope it doesn't last long for you.
SEE!!! I can be a nice person! I comforted him (over texting), and he just didn't text back -.-
The only time in 3 centuries when he texts/calls me is to ask me to feel sorry for him.
ARE ALL MEN LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
---my mum says they are.
I hope all men aren't like that, because I'm quie a lot like that. And if I'm ill at the same time as whoever ends up being my husband, I won't have anyone to feel sorry for me.
I'll have to live with my mum and dad forever (well, not my dad, because if we just so happen to be ill together, then we'll be fighting over mum's attention). Meanwhile, my sister (who by then will be an adult) will probaly be a lawyer or something like that. That's just how things turn out, the younger sister is always more succefull.
I bet if my parents hadn't been so selfish, then I'd be an A* student. But NO. They had to pick stupid jobs which payed barely anything JUST so that when I got a little sister they'd get better jobs and suddenly be able to pay for her to have a good education. That's how life is.
What's this? I've stopped crying, goodness me. I've got a dry tear line down both of my cheeks. Nice, now I have to replenish the skin on my face again. OR, I could work on making myself ill so that BF would have to feel sorry for me!...no, thats phsychotic.
Good night. Im going to read some girly magazines to pamper my brain.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMMG
Sunday 13 May 2007
Thursday 10 May 2007
Complete and utter stupidity.
I got in trouble!!...but sadly, didn't get suspended. Partly because, well, it didn't really have anything whatsoever to do with school.
It's quite a funny story, actually. It really brings out all the stupidity in me.
Here's what happened... My best friend...Z (thats what I'll call her until I think of a better name for her) went to Wales for the weekend. Usually when she goes away I have to feed her rabbits, which I would very much like to object to because I'm such a lazy bum, but unfortunately, I take it as my duty to my best friend, Z :). This time, she only mentioned to me that she might be going away for the weekend and that she MAY need someone to feed the rabbits, but that was the last I heard of it.
On the night she was gone, I was with 3 of my friends and I didn't know whether I was expected to feed her rabbit, so we went down the road to her house and went into her garden to feed the rabbits. The first thing that popped into my mind when I went around the corner of her house was: "Why the hell is her back door open?!".
Of course there was a reason for me thinking this, otherwise I'm sure I'd be considered a much weirder person than I am already thought of now. The back door had been left open. I mean, yeah, like you do, just leave your back doorwide open so anyone could just dance in. They are SO damn lucky it was ME to 'dance' in, rather than some complete phsyco!!!
I stepped in, and shouted 'hello, hello, hello...hello?'. No one was in, just as I had suspected. We were all quite worried, so I called Z on her mobile and told her about the open door. She went pretty mental over the phone, she was terrifyed of what she thought her mum would do to her if she found out Z had left the back door unlocked (later we found out it wasn't Z's fault...it was her Mum's!!!). She simply refused to tell her mum, and that was final. My friend Iglentine (not his real name...no one's called that) suggested that we stayed the night there to look after the house. Obviously we all thought it was stupid but we kept our mouths shut and went ahead with it. Z SAID WE COULD!!! She actually gave us permission to sleep in her house while
1) Her parents were away
2) She was away WITH her parents and wouldn't be there to keep an eye on things!
I didn't stay the night there, I wasn't allowed (I didn't tell my mum what we'd actually be doing, I said I wanted to stay at a friends house- Im such a rebel) so I just stayed there until 10:30, which was still stupid. We invited our friend...Rawr, yes thats what I'll call him, and he was with his complete idiot of a friend (who doesn't even deserve a fake name) Michael. We did have Z's permission to invite Rawr, but we know she hates Michael. I said on the phone to Rawr that if he was with Michael then he shouldn't come, because Michael wasn't invited.
Who did he end up bringing?....Michael. I tried my hardest being responsible not lettig Michael in because I know how loud and disruptive he is, but no one backed me up, they are obviously not big enough, so we ended up letting him in.
We got caught. Of course we got caught. Teenagers just can't do anything without getting caught, we're not allowed to. Everyone hates us.
Z DID SOMETHING VERY SILLY INDEED!!!! When she and her parents got home, they noticed the closed blinds, and that my friend had stupidly left his swimming stuff there. They just assumed someone had broken into their house, so they called the police. Why the hell didn't Z just confess and start grovelling?!?! That's what I would have done. Of course, she didn't, she just thought we'd be able to get away with it.
The next day Z's mum cameup to my door with Z and had a go at me for being in her house. She started crying and it was all very very not good...she told me about how shed had ferensics in (however on jupiter you spell that) and how she'd change the locks and had the police in. I told her the whole story, and when I got to the part about speaking to Z on the phone...she gave Z the most disappointed look I'd ever seen anyone give...anyone.
You can probaly guess what happened from there. It's all got very stupid and silly and upsetting now. Me and Z were given most of the blame, although I did as much as any of my 3 friends...and Rawr & Michael. I told my mum about what happened before Z's mum marched up to my house, so she was happy with me about that, so i'm not in trouble with my parents. My mum just thinks I'm stupid, which is nothing new.
I really can't be arsed to write anymore, my fingertips hurt.
Goodnight xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMMG
---Z's mum wants us to pay for changing the locks -.- Bitch.
It's quite a funny story, actually. It really brings out all the stupidity in me.
Here's what happened... My best friend...Z (thats what I'll call her until I think of a better name for her) went to Wales for the weekend. Usually when she goes away I have to feed her rabbits, which I would very much like to object to because I'm such a lazy bum, but unfortunately, I take it as my duty to my best friend, Z :). This time, she only mentioned to me that she might be going away for the weekend and that she MAY need someone to feed the rabbits, but that was the last I heard of it.
On the night she was gone, I was with 3 of my friends and I didn't know whether I was expected to feed her rabbit, so we went down the road to her house and went into her garden to feed the rabbits. The first thing that popped into my mind when I went around the corner of her house was: "Why the hell is her back door open?!".
Of course there was a reason for me thinking this, otherwise I'm sure I'd be considered a much weirder person than I am already thought of now. The back door had been left open. I mean, yeah, like you do, just leave your back doorwide open so anyone could just dance in. They are SO damn lucky it was ME to 'dance' in, rather than some complete phsyco!!!
I stepped in, and shouted 'hello, hello, hello...hello?'. No one was in, just as I had suspected. We were all quite worried, so I called Z on her mobile and told her about the open door. She went pretty mental over the phone, she was terrifyed of what she thought her mum would do to her if she found out Z had left the back door unlocked (later we found out it wasn't Z's fault...it was her Mum's!!!). She simply refused to tell her mum, and that was final. My friend Iglentine (not his real name...no one's called that) suggested that we stayed the night there to look after the house. Obviously we all thought it was stupid but we kept our mouths shut and went ahead with it. Z SAID WE COULD!!! She actually gave us permission to sleep in her house while
1) Her parents were away
2) She was away WITH her parents and wouldn't be there to keep an eye on things!
I didn't stay the night there, I wasn't allowed (I didn't tell my mum what we'd actually be doing, I said I wanted to stay at a friends house- Im such a rebel) so I just stayed there until 10:30, which was still stupid. We invited our friend...Rawr, yes thats what I'll call him, and he was with his complete idiot of a friend (who doesn't even deserve a fake name) Michael. We did have Z's permission to invite Rawr, but we know she hates Michael. I said on the phone to Rawr that if he was with Michael then he shouldn't come, because Michael wasn't invited.
Who did he end up bringing?....Michael. I tried my hardest being responsible not lettig Michael in because I know how loud and disruptive he is, but no one backed me up, they are obviously not big enough, so we ended up letting him in.
We got caught. Of course we got caught. Teenagers just can't do anything without getting caught, we're not allowed to. Everyone hates us.
Z DID SOMETHING VERY SILLY INDEED!!!! When she and her parents got home, they noticed the closed blinds, and that my friend had stupidly left his swimming stuff there. They just assumed someone had broken into their house, so they called the police. Why the hell didn't Z just confess and start grovelling?!?! That's what I would have done. Of course, she didn't, she just thought we'd be able to get away with it.
The next day Z's mum cameup to my door with Z and had a go at me for being in her house. She started crying and it was all very very not good...she told me about how shed had ferensics in (however on jupiter you spell that) and how she'd change the locks and had the police in. I told her the whole story, and when I got to the part about speaking to Z on the phone...she gave Z the most disappointed look I'd ever seen anyone give...anyone.
You can probaly guess what happened from there. It's all got very stupid and silly and upsetting now. Me and Z were given most of the blame, although I did as much as any of my 3 friends...and Rawr & Michael. I told my mum about what happened before Z's mum marched up to my house, so she was happy with me about that, so i'm not in trouble with my parents. My mum just thinks I'm stupid, which is nothing new.
I really can't be arsed to write anymore, my fingertips hurt.
Goodnight xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMMG
---Z's mum wants us to pay for changing the locks -.- Bitch.
Monday 7 May 2007
The rose.
My friend has been grounded. Well...BEV has. He has had his mobile confiscated, isn't allowed to use the computer, isn't allowed to use the home phone and isn't allowed to step out of his front door! (Although I think he might be allowed out his back door otherwise it would be violating his human rights. I think.) He's also suspended from school for smoking on the field. What a complete and utter fool. I don't understand why you would do that. If you're going to smoke, at least DON'T DO IT IN SCHOOL!!!! Serves him right, what a...Bev.
Ugh...school tomorrow. I wish I'd get suspended. Well, actually I don't. If I did, I would be in severe trouble with my parents. That's all I'd care about. Oh God I have tests in like...AH! NEXT WEEK!
Oh no, now I'll have to put some actual effort into my school work.
I'm starting to think about Hottie...again. (Remember? The HOT guy I met in Cuba who battled a rosebush for me?- that sounded A LOT better in my head, but seeing as I'm too tired to think, i'm just going to leave it). I haven't looked at the rose yet actually, it must have dried out by now. In fact, it's probaly been absorbed by the pages of the heavy book I put it in. Better go and check................it's still there...but it seems to have caught some kind of disease (probaly from me) it's gone all brown and weird. Oh well, I HAVE to keep it because it's the only thing I have to remember Hottie by. Although i'll probally end up throwing it away, or the whole household will be quarintined for some rare bacterial disease, that BF will catch and then I won't be able to see him at school anymore. (I wouldn't be able to see him anyway because our whole household, as I said, would be quarintined...)
Oh my god. Hottie was so...HOT!! I can't stop thinking about him, I need to dance with him again! No....I love BF...
I should go before I betray all my feelings for my boyfriend and start fanticising about hottie.
Love me xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (MMG= me)
Ugh...school tomorrow. I wish I'd get suspended. Well, actually I don't. If I did, I would be in severe trouble with my parents. That's all I'd care about. Oh God I have tests in like...AH! NEXT WEEK!
Oh no, now I'll have to put some actual effort into my school work.
I'm starting to think about Hottie...again. (Remember? The HOT guy I met in Cuba who battled a rosebush for me?- that sounded A LOT better in my head, but seeing as I'm too tired to think, i'm just going to leave it). I haven't looked at the rose yet actually, it must have dried out by now. In fact, it's probaly been absorbed by the pages of the heavy book I put it in. Better go and check................it's still there...but it seems to have caught some kind of disease (probaly from me) it's gone all brown and weird. Oh well, I HAVE to keep it because it's the only thing I have to remember Hottie by. Although i'll probally end up throwing it away, or the whole household will be quarintined for some rare bacterial disease, that BF will catch and then I won't be able to see him at school anymore. (I wouldn't be able to see him anyway because our whole household, as I said, would be quarintined...)
Oh my god. Hottie was so...HOT!! I can't stop thinking about him, I need to dance with him again! No....I love BF...
I should go before I betray all my feelings for my boyfriend and start fanticising about hottie.
Love me xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (MMG= me)
Friday 4 May 2007
My cat is on heat!
I love having a boyfriend :) Sometimes it gets really fustrating being stuck with one guy, but at least it's the guy i've got. (God, that sounded so soppy).
I went to his house today after school. It was so nice to be with him after basically not seeing him for a week (because i've been ill).
I'm running out of a life, I have nothing to blog!
It's all my parent's fault for making me have such a boring life.
Ha! My cat is on heat. She, yes, SHE tried to rape me. Well she tried to rape my arm, and now I have scratches all down it. But I know she loves me anyway.
I'm going through a phase of finding every single male I see attractive. Why??!! I have a boyfriend, I don't need other guys! I must be on heat, I caught it from Isa (my cat).
By the way, her name is Isa, as I said, and it is pronounced: eesa...NOT EYESA.
The amount of times ive been corrected for calling her EESA is ridiculous. She's MY cat, and I choose how to pronounce her name.
REPLIES TO COMMENTS from the blog entry before this one..
mg said:
It's PSYCHIATRIST and HYPOCHONDRIAC.Please baby, learn to spell.
Me said:
Obviously you understood what I was TRYING to say. So no. I won't learn to spell :) I'll take my time. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thankyou oh so very much for reading.
[[OH!!! I just remembered Mondays a bank holiday so i get a long weekend YESSSSSS!]]
Bye xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MMG
I went to his house today after school. It was so nice to be with him after basically not seeing him for a week (because i've been ill).
I'm running out of a life, I have nothing to blog!
It's all my parent's fault for making me have such a boring life.
Ha! My cat is on heat. She, yes, SHE tried to rape me. Well she tried to rape my arm, and now I have scratches all down it. But I know she loves me anyway.
I'm going through a phase of finding every single male I see attractive. Why??!! I have a boyfriend, I don't need other guys! I must be on heat, I caught it from Isa (my cat).
By the way, her name is Isa, as I said, and it is pronounced: eesa...NOT EYESA.
The amount of times ive been corrected for calling her EESA is ridiculous. She's MY cat, and I choose how to pronounce her name.
REPLIES TO COMMENTS from the blog entry before this one..
mg said:
It's PSYCHIATRIST and HYPOCHONDRIAC.Please baby, learn to spell.
Me said:
Obviously you understood what I was TRYING to say. So no. I won't learn to spell :) I'll take my time. xxxxxxxxxxxxx Thankyou oh so very much for reading.
[[OH!!! I just remembered Mondays a bank holiday so i get a long weekend YESSSSSS!]]
Bye xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx MMG
Thursday 3 May 2007
I'm Dying
I've been off school for 3 days (which i s'pose is a good thing).
I'm not ill NOW really, I've been taking medicine and I'll hopefully be able to go to school tomorrow...well thats what I said yesterday. I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been swallowed and spat back out by a passing llama. Not very nice at all. I couldn't move at all. AT ALL!!! I thought I had some strange rare disease that I was going to die from! Then again, thats what I always think, I take after my mother. I'm a hypacondriat (I don't think even Einstein could ever figure out how to spell that...). Those who don't know, a hypacondriat is someone who just assumes the worst is going to happen to them, and they're always sure they're going to die.
This really isn't a good thing. When I go on holiday, I always just assume that the plane will crash and I'll die, but I act like it's the most logical thing.
I think I should go see a phsyciatrist.
I GAVE MY ILLNESS TO BF!!! *angry face* HE'S SO BLOODY SELFISH CATCHING MY DEADLY DISEASE!!! Now I wont be able to see him for God knows how long...and I'll start showing serious makeout withdrawal symptoms!!
Dear God,
Please help BF to GET BETTER and STOP CATCHING MY ILLNESSES. It's okay when I'M off school, because I can just sleep, read and watch Tv all day. But when he's off school and I'm not, the day is so boring...All in all, I will promise to pray to you every night if-.... I just dropped spagetti down my top...HUMPH...I will promise to pray to you every night (if I can think of anything to pray for) if you force BF into school tomorrow!!!
AMEN.
I saw some very very attracive boys indeed today...extreamly hot. Sex gods in fact...
But I'm taken. Do you have any idea how tragic it is to have a boyfriend?!
Yes it's nice, but it means no tarting yourself up to attract boys, and thats half the fun of being a female human!
But I guess im stuck with BF. But to be fair he is by far the sweetest boy i know (who isn't gay). He has a really pretty face and sort of skater/emoish black hair. He's quite short but he'll grow (if he stops smoking) and he has bright blue eyes. And a FIT smile...and he loves me.
He's always telling me how pissed off he is about how he looks like a girl...but boys who look like girls when theyre young always turn out to be BLOODY HOT!!!!!
Tired...going to go...bye
MMG xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I'm not ill NOW really, I've been taking medicine and I'll hopefully be able to go to school tomorrow...well thats what I said yesterday. I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been swallowed and spat back out by a passing llama. Not very nice at all. I couldn't move at all. AT ALL!!! I thought I had some strange rare disease that I was going to die from! Then again, thats what I always think, I take after my mother. I'm a hypacondriat (I don't think even Einstein could ever figure out how to spell that...). Those who don't know, a hypacondriat is someone who just assumes the worst is going to happen to them, and they're always sure they're going to die.
This really isn't a good thing. When I go on holiday, I always just assume that the plane will crash and I'll die, but I act like it's the most logical thing.
I think I should go see a phsyciatrist.
I GAVE MY ILLNESS TO BF!!! *angry face* HE'S SO BLOODY SELFISH CATCHING MY DEADLY DISEASE!!! Now I wont be able to see him for God knows how long...and I'll start showing serious makeout withdrawal symptoms!!
Dear God,
Please help BF to GET BETTER and STOP CATCHING MY ILLNESSES. It's okay when I'M off school, because I can just sleep, read and watch Tv all day. But when he's off school and I'm not, the day is so boring...All in all, I will promise to pray to you every night if-.... I just dropped spagetti down my top...HUMPH...I will promise to pray to you every night (if I can think of anything to pray for) if you force BF into school tomorrow!!!
AMEN.
I saw some very very attracive boys indeed today...extreamly hot. Sex gods in fact...
But I'm taken. Do you have any idea how tragic it is to have a boyfriend?!
Yes it's nice, but it means no tarting yourself up to attract boys, and thats half the fun of being a female human!
But I guess im stuck with BF. But to be fair he is by far the sweetest boy i know (who isn't gay). He has a really pretty face and sort of skater/emoish black hair. He's quite short but he'll grow (if he stops smoking) and he has bright blue eyes. And a FIT smile...and he loves me.
He's always telling me how pissed off he is about how he looks like a girl...but boys who look like girls when theyre young always turn out to be BLOODY HOT!!!!!
Tired...going to go...bye
MMG xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Wednesday 2 May 2007
God I am so immature
Oh, I almost forgot I had a blog.
I can't really remember what has happened in the last week, so it can't be at all interesting.
We've been doing these drama workshop thingys which go towards our GCSEs. This means a LOT of improvised acting...which for me, is not good. I'm so bloody crap at acting, I really have not got a clue why I took it for GCSE! I s'pose I'm getting a lot better, its just keeping a straight face I have trouble with.
It's this guy in my class...Bev. Even the name makes me laugh. He's a really close friend of me and Bf's, but he really is quite immature and almost everything he does turns into a retarded scream or something along those lines that splits my sides.
There is, of course, a reason for why this one boy makes my head fall off. It was when I had this party...my parents were away...I had a few people (10) over for the night. It wasn't too bad apart from the odd raving freak threatening to knock someone out with an empty plastic bubblebath bottle (a group of people just took her home because she was discustingly drunk- although I swear I only saw her drink one beer...). Aaaaaanyway; Bev got cork poisoning from an old bottle of port, which later turned out to be a bottle given to my parents at their wedding that they were saving for their 25th anaversairy (again with the spelling!!)- I don't understand why my parents torment me like this! You simply do NOT leave an un-opened bottle of the nicest port in the back of your alcohol cupboard when you have a teenage daughter!!!
Bev was throwing up for a bit, then I tucked him up in my bed (which I later disinfected). At about 6am he came out of my room covered in vomit, his hair all sticking up...with a limp....you cannot expect to be laughed at for the rest of your immature days when you let something like this happen to you...
Ever since then me and BF have exploded with laughter and shouted 'BEV' whenever we see someone who looks slightly weird. For example, we saw a man scratching his armpit. Yes, we need to grow up.
Just incase you're wandering- yes I did get in trouble for this party. I am basically grounded til im 16 -.- UNFAIR!!! But so worth it....
MMG xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I can't really remember what has happened in the last week, so it can't be at all interesting.
We've been doing these drama workshop thingys which go towards our GCSEs. This means a LOT of improvised acting...which for me, is not good. I'm so bloody crap at acting, I really have not got a clue why I took it for GCSE! I s'pose I'm getting a lot better, its just keeping a straight face I have trouble with.
It's this guy in my class...Bev. Even the name makes me laugh. He's a really close friend of me and Bf's, but he really is quite immature and almost everything he does turns into a retarded scream or something along those lines that splits my sides.
There is, of course, a reason for why this one boy makes my head fall off. It was when I had this party...my parents were away...I had a few people (10) over for the night. It wasn't too bad apart from the odd raving freak threatening to knock someone out with an empty plastic bubblebath bottle (a group of people just took her home because she was discustingly drunk- although I swear I only saw her drink one beer...). Aaaaaanyway; Bev got cork poisoning from an old bottle of port, which later turned out to be a bottle given to my parents at their wedding that they were saving for their 25th anaversairy (again with the spelling!!)- I don't understand why my parents torment me like this! You simply do NOT leave an un-opened bottle of the nicest port in the back of your alcohol cupboard when you have a teenage daughter!!!
Bev was throwing up for a bit, then I tucked him up in my bed (which I later disinfected). At about 6am he came out of my room covered in vomit, his hair all sticking up...with a limp....you cannot expect to be laughed at for the rest of your immature days when you let something like this happen to you...
Ever since then me and BF have exploded with laughter and shouted 'BEV' whenever we see someone who looks slightly weird. For example, we saw a man scratching his armpit. Yes, we need to grow up.
Just incase you're wandering- yes I did get in trouble for this party. I am basically grounded til im 16 -.- UNFAIR!!! But so worth it....
MMG xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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