Monday, 18 June 2007


Oh my, I haven't blogged for...a few weeks. I hate that feeling of destroying everyone elses lives (well...the one or two readers I have) just because I cannot be arsed to get my butt onto the computer. Actually, I love it.

Nothing has happened lately. My life has literally been starved of interesting happenings other than writing an essay on how Arthur Miller creates tension in Act 3 of 'The Crucible'. Oh but one thing did happen in the last week. It's about my, well she wasn't really a very good friend and now, isn't in fact a friend of any sort. You see, she would never listen to what I had to say, unless it was something completely about her, or advice for her to use in her minor problems. I did not like her very much at all. But you know when you really really like someone and everythings fine and your all best friend like?....Well that wasn't how it was at all. She's one of those people who lives on your street who follows you around everywhere and forces you to go out to town with them when you'd rather be clipping your toenails watching the teletubbies.
All Naz would ever talk about was her boyfriend (and now ex-boyfriend) and how much she hated one of my best friends, and whenever I tried to change the subject to something that wasn't all about her, she'd tell me to shut up and let her finish...even though she had finished.
[This girl, Naz was one of my friends who was with me when the whole 'let's sleep at Z's house over night, her parents wont notice' situation, and the next morning when I CAME BACK TO HELP TIDY UP, refused to help and said it would all be fine and then led muddy footprints going all the way to my front door!!!]
I really need to take this somewhere.....
hmm...yes! She broke up with her boyfriend Iglentine a month ago, and a week ago, my friend Shar made out with him because she's really liked him for ages (she completely stayed away from him when he and Naz were going out, but Naz knew she liked him and instead of considering Shar's feelings, Naz just blanked her for 3 months and gave no reason whatsoever for it). Naz found out what Iglentine and Shar had been up to and had the biggest spaz and made the biggest scene in the history of spazzes and...scenes(?). She was crying and was getting really annoyed and angry. She had a right to be upset, I'll give her that...but she had NO right to be annoyed and angry! HE WAS NOT HER BOYFRIEND ANYMORE!!!!!!!!

Now the whole situation has all got very messy and stupid because me, Z and Shar have all fallen out with Naz and really dont like her (it's a good excuse to ditch her actually...). Because Naz is, in fact, a man (or a man-look-a-like), all the boys are really good friends with her, so the only friends shes got are boys....and a few of those boy's girlfriends like her...I think.

Haha...everyones calling us bitches for ditching her!!! I love being a bitch, it makes me feel like such a.....girl. :D


Oscarinho said...
Hey moanie! You finally wrote something!! You have no idea how boring my life was, sitting in front of the computer all day long with nothing amusing to read.My blog has been terribly abandoned lately. I'll let you know when I post something you can read. Sometimes I post in English, Spanish, or Portuguese, depending the mood I'm on. Andalucia didn't look that bad on the pics, but it's terrible they keep starving you from BF.xoxo

Me said...
Hello Oscarinho! Yes, I did finally write something, and I'm finally writing something again, now that I have people to please, I'm going to HAVE to start writing my bloge relitively frequently, and more often. Hmm, maybe Andalucia didn't look too bad on the pics, but I definitely DID look bad on them, they really need to cut me out and put a picture of a model on it instead.
They've stopped starving me of BF now...seeing as if they did, they'd have to surgically remove him from my hip before they started. He's coming to Switzerland with us, actually...which means I'm going to have to dig DEEPER to find bad points of being taken on holiday.

Can't look at a computer screen any longer, it's sucking all the energy from my brain and soon I'll have to feed myself hundereds of thousands of calories, which won't be good because then I'll have twice as much to complain about, and twice as much of me will be complaining.
I'm going to go, before my fingertips explode from over 'usage'.


Sunday, 3 June 2007

They've done it again!

No. Just, no. -I would leave it at that, but I have far more interesting things to say, and only MY mind would understand it if I were to read 'no. just no'.
What I'm trying to say is that my parents just stuffed me into a car and drove/flew me to Spain. I was there for FIVE WHOLE DAYS. I was given no warning of this whatsoever, and whats worse, is that we didn't even get to stay in a hotel. They took me into a place which, at first I thought was a concentration camp, but later found out to be a high class (cheap, but high class in my parent's standards) campsite with small two bedroom bungalows.
See what I mean? Well, if you were sad enough to read my first post way back in...April then you would completely understand what I mean..........and what I mean is that my parents seem to take me away from my friends at every possible oppertunity JUST to annoy me.
At least this time I brought a friend, and I got to share a bungalow with her too. But still...I would preffer to be given more notice of such events as these.
I say I had no warning, this is not entirely true, but I was told last year and then it wasnt mentioned to me again until I woke up as I was being dragged into the car. (God it feels great to get back to slagging off my life online)

After saying all this, I did, in the end have a good time. But that fact is completely beside the point of being starved of BF.
I got back on friday at about 12am, but I saw BF the next day and we had a really good time together and my makeout withdrawal went away. After a while...

MY REPLIES TO COMMENT(S)-i never get more than one -.-

Oscarinho said...
I do feel sorry for you, dear cos.Yes, us men are all like that, we actually lack the genes that would make us able to understand girls. But over the years, and with some experience, we do learn how to treat you properly. Where's your next post? I've had nothing new to read from you in several days, and since I spend most of the day working on a computer I need something new from you to read and keep me amused. xoxo

Me said...
I do feel sorry for me too. And thankyou for agreeing with me, you're the first male who has. BF is getting there...but he's only fifteen so I can't expect him to treat me properly yet without receiving a lecture about how hard he's trying and how he's still 'immature'.
Thankyou for caring about my blog, it's nice to know there's someone else out there who likes to read it other than my mum...I'm sure if I told my friends about this they'd read it and I'd get lots of comments, but then again, after reading this some of them would no longer be my friends...
Thanks for reading Oscarinho, I would read yours too, but sadly, my Mexican genes for speaking spanish haven't quite kicked in yet. xxxx

UGH!!! My mum still hasn't shut up about Cuba!!! She keeps showig me videos of bands we saw live and telling me how amazing it is not only to see a famous band we'd already seen live, but to see them in a video as well!!!!!! Mum, get over it. Please.

Oh, it's 10pm...and I'm not asleep. This cannot be good seeing as I have to go and pretend to learn tomorrow. Acting to teachers takes too much energy away from a teenage girl.

Adios! (oh look, they're starting to kick in...)
MMG xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx