At home.

Me and BF have broken up.

I would leave it at that so that you guys would have to actually spend some time thinking about what you have just read, but that would just be clever. And I'm not clever.

We'd been having quite a few arguments lately and we kind of realised that we were growing apart.
Now I understand why long relationships at 14/15 only happen when both the boy and girl are complete loners and don't have any friends apart from eachother.

Our personalities grew apart. Because we'd been going out for 8 months and hanging in school with different groups, it was only normal to mature...in different ways.

WHAT? why am I listening to high school musical?
I'm learning the harmonies :) Doing quite well actually.

I still have strong feelings for him, but it got to the point where all we had in common was the fact we were going out. Sad, isn't it?

CHANGE OF SUBJECT

Don't fall off your chair, it's not sensible.

I know it's quite fast, but I already like this guy called..um...lets call him Jack (its not his name)
I've liked him since before I was with BF...but I was already basically going out with BF so it would have been wrong. So now that I've prooved that he didn't come out of nowhere...
I've been distant friends with him but now we're really close.

He really likes Z who is/is supposed to be my best friend, which I respect because she's pretty and can be nice. So I'm being there for him, but lately shes been a B-I-T-C-H. She keeps changing her personality around different people. That gets annoying...she always wants to appear as the leader of me and Shar (my other best friend) as in always trying to stand in between us.

I AM NOT A 'POSSY' KIND OF PERSON!!! (unless I'm the one who owns the possy)

She's been treating Jack SO badly, she's so rude to him but flirts at the same time. And today, she did something rather abnormal...she shoved a stick lengthways into his CROTCH then just walked off laughing like she really didn't care.

'OUCH' he said, and then he curled up into a completely round ball and was trying to prevents himself from throwing up for literally ten minutes. Me and Shar comforted him because he stated that he felt like he was having a baby. Yep. It looked pretty painful.

So now me Shar and Jack have fallen out with Z. :) Very girly isn't it?

Off to have a shower nightey night.
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At school, again.

I've gotten into the habbit of adding posts to my blog at school.

Despite the fact that everyone can see what I'm writing...I don't care. =]

I had an argument with BF yesterday. Hahaha...It's funny when things like that happen. I used to get very upset about it.
Now I get more angry than upset. He wont learn salsa, so I may have to kill him.

Oh dear, someone is reading it over my shoulder.
I might write more at home, but thats what I thought I'd do yesterday. So I probaly wont.
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Convertable Boy

At school, nothing else to do other than write this.
Being talked at. Something about cars.

I saw a picture of Hottie today, WHILE I was sitting here in food tech...in a computer room. The boy I'm sitting next to; Convertable Boy. Yes. its his own fault for being so utterly obsessed with cars.

REPLIES TO COMMENTS (WOW! I have 2 comments! Oh...they're from the same person -.-)
Oscarinho said...
Moanie,yes, I know, we can't help posing when exposed to a camera. No, I don't live in Japan, right now I live in Brasil, but by october I'll be back in Mexico and will join you for part of that trip. Already told your mom I'll take you for a cousins' night out. Fun guaranteed! Right now I'm at the Sao Paulo airport, on no sleep, after partying, bound to Buenos Aires.Posted in English, bit sentimental: eiheiheih.blogspot.com

Me said...
Oscar, yes, I would love to have a 'cousins' night out'. What would that include? Dancing? Or would it be more like the 'cousins' DAY out' where I go to an indoor city where I'm forced to do child labour?!
Okay, yes, I admit I did enjoy my days at the City of Children (i'm sure you've heard of it).
I read your blog, I enjoyed it. Did you write in English so I could understand it? Or was it because you forgot how to speak spanish due to your duration in Brazil.
Thankyou, once again for reading my blog. See you in October.

Oh, the bell
Bye xxxxxxxxxx
MMG

Operas are all in weird languages...

God it's been a long time.
As you've guessed, I've made up with Naz...don't blame me...I suddenly started feeling like a bitch. For some reason I didn't realize how much of one I was being.

I called her and appologized, and now we're good friends again.

I've had endless coursework and haven't found any time to write my beloved blog. Not much has happened...apart from the fact that right now I am, against my will, listening to some crap opera song. I think it's in Italian. Or German. French. or some other language that only exists because I can't understand it.
I'm going to Mexico in October! It's going to be either terrible, or bareable. It may even be fun.
Oh, two interesting letters in the post today - one with my dad's name on it, and one addressed to me!
Mine was sealed but empty and had a Queens College post mark on it.
My dad's letter was also sealed, but strangley had something in it. (It also had a queens college post mark on it).
Inside this mysterious letter was a sheet of paper explaining health and saftey...Yes.
It also mentioned 'knife skills' and 'lace up shoes'.
All we can think of is that it is some mutated form of a letter accepting my catering work experience thingy. Although it doesn't mention my name on it at all, it also doesn't say who it's from.
I think i'll get along with these people.

REPLIES TO COMMENTS:
Oscarinho said...
dear Moanie,looks like Vicky Pollard took over your blog today and she was doing the posting! I haven't posted anything in English but it's not like I'm destroying your life anyway. There are some pics from a party I just threw if you wanna check 'em out.http://www.flickr.com/photos/el_mou/xoxo

Me said...
Hello you. Yes, I admit, it was in fact the Vicky Pollard side of me who was writing.
I looked at the pictures, I'm guessing you're the one in green who appears in every single picture?
The one who has an obsession with making strange faces.
I'm exactly the same in front of a camera...I literally cannot help posing.
Looking forward to seeing you in Mexico, if you come with us...I don't know, my parents don't tell me anything. For all I know, you might live in Japan.


Anyway, im being forced to go to a street party today. Better go and get showered and ready seeing as i've been awake for 3 hours.

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Man-look-a-like

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 friend...um...Naz, 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

anyway...REPLIES TO COMMENTS...

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'.

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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

Feel sorry for me!!

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.
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