tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59734872012-01-27T12:30:17.625ZJust like every other stereotypical blog...apart from this is minePlophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.comBlogger4231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-31245029422876947652012-01-27T12:30:00.001Z2012-01-27T12:30:17.677Z

The ultimate, "I'll sleep when I die" attitude. Alas, it is finally gone, debts won't bladdy pay themselves (as it's taken me two years to work out). I'll just pop upstairs and watch it alone, which is a very scary thought, whilst the future mother-in-law continues watching tennis. I've tried understanding the scoring system but it is simply ridiculous. Oh well, pain is beauty and all that...-

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-18179951942147654902012-01-06T14:25:00.002Z2012-01-06T15:25:04.345Z

Another new year and with it comes the resolutions. However, due to my impressive acts over the last year, giving up smoking is not one of them. Neither is cutting loose the people who I felt made me feel bad about myself. As much of a cliche it is, you do only live once, so why have people around that make you feel bad about things that you honestly don't think was that bad in the first place?

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-45542622611277811532011-04-28T15:40:00.001+01:002011-04-28T15:40:37.384+01:00

Sharting in my own mouth- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-91449874103384238292011-04-15T23:59:00.001+01:002011-04-15T23:59:28.698+01:00

Stuck in a rut is my current location. Things seem to be constantly regurgitated and I haven't recieved romantic attention for a long time now. I don't want it all to not pay off...I fear things have reached that turn around point, where the power you once held has gone to the hands of the other, making you pathetic. Time will tell, I don't dwell on it often, only when I see a nice picture or

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-52098846225402353462011-03-31T14:26:00.002+01:002011-03-31T14:35:46.585+01:00

Lots and lots of things have been sorted out. With my wages, I calculated the outgoings and took that away from the total, then set some money aside for this months essentials, such as petrol, deoderant, birthday presents and vet bills, and then I divided the rest into four weeks.It feels good being in control of things. So in control, I have arranged a holiday of my own, flying to Mexico by

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-86488041182588218402011-03-25T00:07:00.001Z2011-03-25T00:07:25.901Z

This week, employment-wise, is going to kill me. I have so many more hours to do until I can relax again.Payday is today, I have had to plan every last detail, even pennies, to ensure that this month I will be able to support the life I have made myself. After all spendings, I'm looking at having roughly £25 a week. Such a hard knock life.Everything is just revolving around plans, what my money

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-57644681498581786852011-03-13T17:41:00.003Z2011-03-13T17:48:52.116Z

After an extremely hard working week, I am ready to fully embrace this next week off. I actually feel like I deserve it. Sleeping is getting better, I don't need a film to send to sleep these days. Must get more comfortable pillows though.The future week is looking nice and full, should keep my mind from the lack of money and cigarettes. Pig has just informed me that he will no longer support my

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-41624493942573195022011-03-07T21:50:00.001Z2011-03-07T21:50:35.422Z

Guy #1:"Maybe we should think about being together for real?""What? I thought you wanted to take things slow?"Guy #1:"Yeah, buts it's been months now!""Wow, ok, wasn't expecting that. Yeah alright. Let's do it"Literally days later...Guy #1"I don't think this will work..."Guy #2: "I get crazy jealous about you, I think that when I get back and if things are still the same between us, we should

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-46056580139256502092011-03-05T12:01:00.002Z2011-03-05T12:16:31.775Z

I've got to the end of the party stage...I'm starting to regret everything all at once. It seems like uni was the biggest waste of 3 years of my life. I didn't even have that much fun, and at the moment I don't even see a career within graphics or journalism. Should have just done a degree in Sainsbury's. I really, like really, hope I manage to pass my driving test later this month, just so that

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-8023843822865928342011-02-18T18:14:00.002Z2011-02-18T18:21:17.785Z

Day 5 - A song that reminds you of someoneThe wonderful start to one of my best summers yet (excluding childhood ones, obviously). For the beautiful Tabby; together we can make it. Even if it means we're together just sat in Morrison's carpark, driving round country lanes and emptying your car in the same place every six months. Laughing at certain families and people, and each other. Best sense

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-76289555516330636072011-02-18T00:20:00.003Z2011-02-18T01:13:42.144Z

I wrote something and deleted it. I will continue with the "I'll sleep when I die" attitude, it's the best. Something I saw on Facebook, and thought I would like to participate in; 30 Day Song Challenge. I'm a few days behind, and, being completely honest, might not even end up completing it. But I'm here for the moment.Day 1: Your favourite songHow can I possibly choose just one song. Actually

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-48369901559180370982011-01-03T16:14:00.001Z2011-01-03T16:14:40.607Z

Another new year, another few resolutions but this time with not a future in view.My best friend is going to give birth to a little girl in two weeks. It's crazy how people are growing up these days. I swear I've been saying that for the last three years of my life. Now that I've almost accomplished my goals (excluding the weight loss one, which is pretty annoying) I have no idea what to make my

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-49847751860107476482010-09-28T23:30:00.003+01:002010-09-28T23:43:58.087+01:00

A lot has happened and so much has changed. Luckily this includes the colours of my bedroom walls. Three and a half years has been forgotten in...how many months has it been? Mental. Stacking shelves made me a new person and got me further to the idolised hat. The driving dream has finally been accomplished, quite a happy little driver. Just need to perfect the steering whilst dancing now. I will

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-59502578563204482622010-07-13T01:11:00.001+01:002010-07-13T01:11:21.171+01:00

Well I certainly woke up to something, I wish I never wished for it. My best friend's mum passed away early in the morning. Rest in peace Tracy, I'll look after Corrine.- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-75427867411098761872010-07-12T02:26:00.000+01:002010-07-12T02:26:00.572+01:00

Sleeping is getting hard. Just reinforced my quality music collection on my iPhone so thought I'd be all ridiculous and listen to a few songs and wrote what they mean to me. I'm so crazy...Underworld - Born Slippy. A million memories of this, being at Mon's playing around the world on the dartboard. Being completely terrified when I watched Trainspotting for the first time, which then grew into a

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-36603857508650162672010-05-17T21:35:00.002+01:002010-05-17T21:40:59.363+01:00

So, this is the last time I'm going to be watching Glee in Chester, so I thought I'd write a post about it. Not about Glee, about "lasts". I am literally days away from escaping hell, the thoughts of sadness and missing people are all out of the window.Tomorrow will be my last seminar, my last time up Kingsway.Thursday will be my last exam, my last thing to do for uni.Friday morning will be the

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-14634629951509201852010-04-29T20:27:00.002+01:002010-04-29T20:30:06.645+01:00

Days are getting better and better, if not sentimental. Handed in the penultimate project, a magazine that I am very much proud of (my friends tell me I should be too), so supportive they are.Can't believe just one more project, an essay and two exams are the only things between me and finishing uni. I know that I've had bov for it all this time, but now it's coming to the end I fear I will miss

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-33143673548409733062010-04-16T18:36:00.003+01:002010-04-16T18:42:01.056+01:00

Just like the white winged dove sings a song like she's singing, I am working hard like a trojan for the last few weeks left at university...Or at least I would be if the festering technician was actually qualified. I should have never exposed Mike's kindness. That Alan has damaged me in more ways than one.I'm almost ready to throw away all academic lifestyle, move to California and fal in love

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-23743771133492314492010-03-02T23:40:00.002Z2010-03-02T23:46:26.033Z

I'm a complete mess, of hunger, sleep deprivation and just general sickness. At least I was appreciated earlier, it's nice when people look at your face to make themselves feel better. I have finally found something I am good at, it's a shame I cannot just have a career in converting shorthand into longhand though...All work and no play has left me questionning my friends. I think too much anyway

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-8842824580779649312010-03-01T01:29:00.000Z2010-03-01T01:32:25.307Z

When we come back, I know it'll all look the same.Massive blow up on the 'growing up' front on Friday. Had to do a presentation for journalism, had to pitch an idea for a magazine. The ultimate crumble, I wonder if when I die I can just watch my whole life over again. I would press the fast forward button as soon as it came to bit where my shoe fell off. Guaranteed my sweat patches were on full

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-88120543922571904382010-01-31T13:50:00.002Z2010-01-31T13:55:04.870Z

She's not anyone.But I am. Oh I certainly am. I am an organised one, a disciplined one. I set myself targets and I get these targets done when they're needed to. I also plan ahead, for things that don't necessarily matter at the moment. And because of this, I believe my third year will be a breeze.I'll get the 4000 word essay draft completed tonight, along with the Shorthand practice cd. Then

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-26454357532566049792010-01-29T15:45:00.003Z2010-01-29T16:15:29.589Z

During the busiest lifestyle ever, I have still found the time to come to uni, go to the seminar which may not be so important as the deadline has just passed, but will the lecturer be there to take the seminar?Oh no, of course not. Wouldn't want little Jessy ACTUALLY being on track with her uni work. We'll just hinder her ;) They are cheeky little toerags. Pretty annoying toerags at that. I

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-58379963315308478782009-10-07T23:40:00.003+01:002009-10-07T23:49:45.506+01:00

So, back on track, with another limb.Another limb with four limbs :) The four limbs are causing great harm to my body, but who doesn't want to constantly get new scars?I am on track, fresh eyed and bushy tailed. Well, not so bushy but at least more sociable. I am determined to get through the final chapter of studying with mostly ease and thorough organisation. I know I'm going to be fine; I

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-29870654364822630822009-09-14T16:00:00.004+01:002009-09-14T16:08:22.426+01:00

So recently, I have started to find women just a little bit more pretty than men. I'm not a batty, no, but I seem to like looking at pictures of models, female ones. They are so much prettier and thinner than me. And for once in my life, I'm actually bummed out about it. And here's the culprit, Little Miss Lily Aldridge. What a perfectly pretty slut she is.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-7969749258657815032009-09-04T00:07:00.002+01:002009-09-04T00:14:41.238+01:00

So much has changed. Got a taste of a life alone, and it wasn't too bad at all. But I went back to the old life anyway, and it's still fun. Acceptance for growing up has finally been granted. I want a baby skater boy, not for a few years yet but it's still something I can get all excited about if there's nothing else. Heading back for the final page of that chapter in my life. I've got high hopes

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-58174591044223552792009-05-15T19:51:00.000+01:002009-05-15T19:52:46.614+01:00

I am so done with this, and I'm so done with that. I just want to get back so I can clean some more rooms, and to also have driving lessons.But I'm gonna sort this career out first, and do it well. Life is good, and I'm alone.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1640300253037653512009-03-21T16:42:00.002Z2009-03-21T16:46:26.673Z

So I have nearly finished one thing, leaving me to finish just ONE thing more until I can fucking relax, well until good old Mr Brown helps me out. Thanks for that.Just gotta do a few more drawings and a little writing and Design and Communication is officially done with, hit all the right spots and I'm feeling pretty confident. Not only will I pass my second year, but I will do so with flying

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-60758700082921918042009-03-13T09:09:00.002Z2009-03-13T09:13:06.696Z

I am at uni. 9:09 on a Friday morning. I fell asleep at 2:20 last night. Not liking this one bit.I have to wait for a certain someone willing to provide a signature before I return to the fading warmth of my bed.COME ON.Whenever I'm sat at this computer, I always seem to hear 'It's Not Over Yet' not the original one, not the Klaxons one, but the Goldfrapp version. It's a nice version, I'll give

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-18654326381799823582009-03-01T00:05:00.003Z2009-03-01T00:18:37.741Z

Graphic designer is my name and Birkenhead is my game. At least one thing is sorted, just need the rest to (easily) follow and I'll be ready for my relaxed Easter egg in no time.I'm extremely fat these days, but education comes first so jogging can wait until after my 5 stories and rationale, reflective essay, article and Oxfam annual report. Oh how I can't wait for the 20th of March, and it's

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-58856089739582951072009-02-17T13:33:00.002Z2009-02-17T13:38:14.232Z

20 years old and not a thing to show for it. Apart form half way through a degree, a 2 year relationshp under the belt, and a new addition of a contract phone (it is really exciting). Not doing too bad then, and how's this for a work experience opportunity...teaching english in the Czech Republic?! How exciting. I certainly am moving up in the world.And my phone has this thing called "TrackID",

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-21043952737638651572008-12-08T18:41:00.002Z2008-12-08T18:48:13.830Z

Wet feet and meetings with strange American men who look like Robin Williams when he smiles. Better write bad things about things you like and want to work for, relax, it'll be fine. Karen pick up the phone, and Karen come back. I've got so much I want to tell you.Life is back on track, body is cigarette free for the 5th day and I can't wait to be home, in my bed and with the man of my

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-29395401524485612182008-11-20T00:29:00.002Z2008-11-20T00:35:42.102Z

Heartbroken. Shattered. Crushed. Lonely. Can't even describe, can't even do anything to sort it out. I am so tired of everything, not even the comments of Big P and Mikey G can help me out right now, which, lets face it is all I've got.I can't find myself fitting in anywhere, I'm just not how I used to be. I want to be Jess Sturt so much. There just seems no hope in ever finding her again, I've

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-85878809599658743312008-11-12T14:50:00.002Z2008-11-12T14:54:56.655Z

I've got my pride and I'll let you sleep tonight. So listen up...Sleeping and eating have become a massive chore recently, late nights, early mornings and gagging on cigarettes appears to be the way I roll. Not only has it recently passed the three years mark, but I have lost my other half. Living without the two has really taken it's toll. I have never felt so lonely, I don't even had the buds

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-34534919098752187032008-08-26T21:14:00.001+01:002008-08-26T21:16:46.455+01:00

So much has changed, things are definately taking a turning and at the moment I don't know whether it'll be good or bad. I hope it's for the best though, as it was my decision.Nearly time to leave everything behind again, I'm optimistic though. I'm going to try this time. I am interested. So interested. In so much more things than one.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-18945379410526495352008-07-08T14:05:00.002+01:002008-07-08T14:08:59.280+01:00

Well a lot has changed really, said goodbye to trusty Newton Hall, it was rather sad, but maybe good to leave it behind. Back at home being the busiest person in the world. Chambermaiding with the biggest gossips in town and out everynight trying to cover everything I've been missing out on.I'm just going to rest my poor little feet til around 5, maybe catch up on a bit of Bad Girls. Not much

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-69174675017452436522008-05-02T16:19:00.002+01:002008-05-02T16:22:47.844+01:00

So today probably couldn't have been any worse. First, an exam, followed by complete down pour, a delayed taxi (I stole "Danielle's" in the end) followed by soggy Avon books.However, I will make lots of money this time! I am still awaiting to hear from the Hotel and I have finished my first year!A dream celebration would be a trip to the fair, to be pinned back on the waltzers with a massive

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-22219397069362579342008-04-15T16:41:00.004+01:002008-04-15T16:46:50.848+01:00

Dream catch me, yeah, dream catch me when I fall. Else I won't come back at all.I've been with Pat a year! Wow. First relationship is a long one then, that'll look good on my resume.It's all coming to an end, it seems to have been a rather fast process, I hope I don't have a repeat of college. I can't wait for it all to be finished, and can't wait to have a repeat of last summer, but even longer

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-60821927233770837282008-04-04T10:24:00.002+01:002008-04-04T10:25:10.852+01:00

The tickets for my trip have arrived.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-83339856588548905012008-04-03T23:33:00.002+01:002008-04-03T23:40:27.385+01:00

I would love a trip, I've been craving one for quite a while now. I don't know why I'm so down lately, whether it being due to Karen going, moving away from home, being in a relationship or simply growing up. It is probably a combination of the four.I've never found giving up smoking so easy, or losing weight so hard. The uni work will be fine, I believe, so I try not to let that put me down. But

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-59294473622958398212008-03-05T22:39:00.001Z2008-03-05T22:41:23.122Z

Seriously, I manage to sort out one problem and they keep get thrown back in face. This has been nothing but a fight the whole time and it's starting to get out of my control. This is so annoying, and I knew it would happen. Just like I know that a certain someone is going to be in a certain place on a certain date. If it does happen, like I know it will, then I've been taken for a mug. I hate

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-91108063375844795622008-02-29T10:48:00.002Z2008-02-29T10:56:46.413Z

Good old Kylie. "Every song she releases is guaranteed to be good" "What about Westlife? They had a number of consecutive number ones!""Yeah, they're well good"That is the kind of things that me and my boyfriend talk about. Oh yes, still have a boyfriend. I've also recently adopted a job, it may be just delivering and collecting, but it's fun! And yeah, I may get only £35 every 3 weeks, but it's

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-5778087934000482052007-12-21T14:23:00.000Z2007-12-21T14:26:50.308Z

It feels as though I haven't had any stories to write about for the last few months. And I know it's because I haven't been with my friends, and nowhere else seems to inspire me to write stories. I will be going home for my Christmas break tomorrow, and I have a delicious 3 weeks to collect as many stories as possible. I can't wait

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-4480348761951425202007-12-18T23:52:00.000Z2007-12-18T23:53:39.975Z

I watch as a small, grey-haired woman appears at my doorway, carrying a little blond boy. I see her glance around my tiny home, her face winces and she says nothing, but I know it is because of the disapproval of the cigarette smell. As I make her tea consisting of milk, no sugar, I think about how this woman has managed to cope through the death of her daughter, to look after her grandson as if

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-8206165449880359502007-11-24T22:52:00.000Z2007-11-24T22:59:11.534Z

I have the longest to do list in the world, and it's all to do with work, which I'm not over pleased about. I have ACTUAL bov for it, but I'm going to have to do it. I've had this feeling before, and I've always managed to sort things in the end, so I don't know why I'm worrying about it. I will hopefully cause a reasonable sized dent in the workload my next week. Just need to start acting like a

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-4140425359827698892007-11-08T10:52:00.000Z2007-11-08T10:59:36.218Z

So it has inevitably arrived, the two year mark. And I think that it has hit me harder than ever before. It feels as though every single negative emotion you can possibly think of has filled my body and multiplied by a million. I can't stop crying, and I can't stop thinking. And I can't stop listening to McFly, apparantly.Sometimes when I close my eyes, I just see myself looking at you from the

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-60954243712640906282007-11-02T16:28:00.001Z2007-11-02T16:35:22.382Z

I'm singing uh - oh on a Friday night and I hope everything is gonna be alright.So what has the world come to? A place in time when everyone can be found using the internet. A place where you can't escape from the past which means that the future is being prevented with taints from a past time.I don't want to be the girl focussing on the past of relationships, I want to working on my future ones.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-21261949457417117422007-10-20T16:23:00.000+01:002007-10-20T16:36:27.238+01:00

Well, for a start, a "bitch" is one of my 99 problems. Along with the prospects of growning up. Seriously, I wish I could just be 7 again, when relationships were a game of kiss chase and a quick flash in the swimming pool and nurses probed only your ears.Everybody wants to know her na-a-a-a-a-a-a-ame. Not my name though. She's just a weirdo with no name. I'm just a weirdo with no name and no

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-50658952316708098542007-10-03T21:13:00.000+01:002007-10-03T21:19:59.326+01:00

Jealousy. That fucking feeling.No matter how much you hate being jealous, you can't do anything about it, to my belief anyway.It's the sort of thing that you hate being, but if other people feel it about you then it gives some sort of strength of power. Power or no power, I want this feeling to go away.I want to be "that carefree girl", you know, the one that never gets hurt or stresses out about

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-20043945452930649992007-09-18T16:12:00.000+01:002007-09-18T16:18:36.708+01:00

So after years of education, I only have to wait another 4 days to let the good times roll. And after a year of growing my hair, it has one more day to breathe in this world before I shop it all off. Of course I'm a little scared, about both uni and the haircut, but it'll be fine! Because things always are.Today I recieved a letter from my friend, it included pictures of her guinea pigs, what a

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-39338328014009668742007-09-13T16:44:00.000+01:002007-09-13T16:50:58.259+01:00

I had to face two big issues today. The first being my festering period, it's so annoying and achey. The other were bills! Bills that had been festering around the flat because they weren't actually addressed to us, but to our Landlord so I thought it would be rude to open them. I tried to resolve this by putting all the unwanted mail in the mail area, I got told off "mew...code of conduct...

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-83040253779817721302007-08-31T01:06:00.000+01:002007-08-31T01:11:22.032+01:00

Times are a-changing. I've moved from home, with a man! Heading for University to study for a few more years until I find something else more fulfilling.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-42259749403527158502007-05-04T15:46:00.000+01:002007-05-04T15:48:59.775+01:00

So, basically, I have just finished the two A2 exams that I am ever going to participate in. And I did them so well and I am so proud.And so fucking happy that I will never have to do anything again and that for the next months of my life I can sit in the sun and catch a tan.However, there is a downfall towards this new celebration. Basically, when I was in the exam all my friends decided to fuck

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-47060363755603184152007-04-27T14:07:00.000+01:002007-04-27T14:14:14.617+01:00

Whatever will be, will be. The futures not ours to see. I am coming to the end of an era, with the next era unknown. Should I go for the experience? Or just fester. I need education to have a good time, I like following papers and being told what to do. The life of cleaning is just not for me. Won't tell Daddy that just yet though.I met the love of my life, the whole 30 seconds where we gazed

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-45326503810790406712007-03-30T09:31:00.000+01:002007-03-30T09:34:57.542+01:00

Something ain't right...Sex? Tomorrow?Please!

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-86233795800718570482007-02-21T11:45:00.000Z2007-02-21T11:49:11.532Z

So I'm always on about how my friends are fucking me about when it comes to guys. I get some alcohol down me and I'm doing the same. Whore.I can't believe how well things could have gone, and how embarrassing some things could be. Remind me never to do that again. So, today I have the first appointment of many in order to grow up successfully. I have a wall with many post its on, not a single one

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1170249093842409872007-01-31T13:10:00.000Z2007-01-31T13:11:33.860Z

I love people talking about my sex life at the table. Oh right, broke your figer did ya? I was told that I'm perfect today. Not paranoid, pathetice or petty.Friends are quality

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1170171418346572472007-01-30T15:33:00.000Z2007-01-30T15:36:58.366Z

It's amazing how people care if you don't quite look like your usual self. I'm just a little tried, watched a bit of a film in my lesson and it was pretty interesting, shame my eyelids were constantly closing throughout the hour.Spent an hour of my time doing my psychology homework, turns out I didn't do the right bit. Cheers. If I fail to do my homework one more time I will be put on a contract

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1169903350623690752007-01-27T13:07:00.000Z2007-01-27T13:09:10.656Z

It's amazing what can happen if you do something different with your hair, or if you consume some alcohol.I have no idea why I fall in love with actually everyone when I'm pissed. I look back on the night now, and I think...for fat snakes. I am going to have to face some of those people tonight, and I can imagine the embarrassment already.Naw...but, it should be good. Can't wait to dress like Baby

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1169458722812299322007-01-22T09:32:00.000Z2007-01-22T09:42:56.703Z

So a good start to the new year dosn't seem so far away. Another 18th gone, another dance to Come on Eileen has passed. I can't believe how I can actually allow myself to like my friends boyfriend. Clearly, what am I thinking? But he doesn't make the dream seem so far out of reach, which worries me.Nothing will happen though. Which is good, and which also sucks, because I doubt I could ever find

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1168609833669165532007-01-12T13:47:00.000Z2007-01-12T13:50:33.686Z

I keep going back to old habits. Some are life threatening.But, doesn't that add a little spice to things? I sounds strange.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1168006063419210842007-01-05T14:03:00.000Z2007-01-05T14:07:43.450Z

So, I am stranded in this new year of 2007. I am loveless, jobless, moneyless. but I have friends and I am forever free! Hmmm...they don't really compare. So I'm stuck inn photography, with actually nothing to do. I just overheard someone say to the teacher that they've done 1, 2, 3 and 4. 4?! I thought there was only 3! And I haven't even started it yet! I don't know what the title is and what

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1167234464221685092006-12-27T15:46:00.000Z2006-12-27T15:47:44.250Z

26 days without being intoxicated by nicotine. I am so proud. So today, I woke up late, still so tired. My tiredness is probably why I am so emotional today.Friends are strange things. I've learnt today who my real ones are.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1166184252725872202006-12-15T11:54:00.000Z2006-12-15T12:04:12.746Z

I actually don't know where I stand with anyone right now. I have had such a lack of sleep recently I want to crawl into a hole to either cry or die. I haven't got my christmas presents sorted, and the people who I have to get them for, well, I don't want to get them one.My friends are being wankers, leading them to not be my friends. I fucking hate bisexuals, they're so festering. I know that

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1164803856241026862006-11-29T12:31:00.000Z2006-11-29T12:37:36.286Z

Isn't it completely absurd how one day can seem to be the worst possible one that you are ever to face, and then it is followed by one that is so fanbloodytastic, that you regret the thought of suicide.Both of my emotional days were influenced by boys. The day before, because of the lack of one, today because of the great friendship certain boys provide me with.I love friends, and I love the way

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1162054468431746242006-10-28T17:47:00.000+01:002006-10-28T17:54:28.450+01:00

So, today has been surreal. First off I have a conversation with someone as if we are breaking up, it actually made me want to cry. It was sweet though, and it has made me believe that he is possibly one of the greatest people I have ever met.To overcome the sadness, I decided to light up a cigarette, as I walked back into my house I noticed a familiar torso walk outside my house, it was Alex

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1161205790378792112006-10-18T22:07:00.000+01:002006-10-18T22:09:50.446+01:00

I keep biting the nail varnish off my nails, this is bad as they no longer look pretty and they are also cracking. I've had less of a good day then I thought I was going to have, but I suppose there are still thigns to write in the old diary about.I really hope that no guys ever read my diary, it would actually be the most embarrassing thing in the world, excluding seeing a friends parent bending

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1161027923480762842006-10-16T20:35:00.000+01:002006-10-16T20:45:23.500+01:00

I'm waiting on many beautiful boys to save me from my old ways. I don't smoke throughout the week and I'm loving how shit works, ya'know.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1159722209231718892006-10-01T17:59:00.000+01:002006-10-01T18:03:29.263+01:00

Oh man, I'm so pissed off with everything. I want to drive, have a boyfriend, have a job and buy clothes whenever I feel or think about it.I don't have a best friend either, I need someone next to me, and it just sucks knowing that I don't have anyone.I think I've fallen in love with my best friend (ha, contradicting yaself are ya?) and that just isn't going to work out, and the other guy I think

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1158496904672848532006-09-17T13:37:00.000+01:002006-09-17T13:41:44.696+01:00

Not really, it's later than that. I slept a fantastic 15 hours last night, it was very much appreciated. In more ways than one. The first being that I was knackered, the second being that it made me miss a meal, skinny Jess manages to return again.I am waiting for my mother to return from Church with my breakfast cereal, "Golden Nuggets; they're honey crunching good!". After I've eaten that, I

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1157813338875928582006-09-09T15:42:00.000+01:002006-09-09T15:48:58.906+01:00

Well, well, well no August posts is it? I've been a rather busy little girl. In that space I've managed to completely fuck my life up. Ok, not as bad as I make out, just got a U instead of a rather desired E. I'll miss the embarrassing moments with Shaun, and staring at the beautiful boys.Blaine Wickett talks to me on msn, he just called me Dickweed. I love chaps like that, almost as much as I

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1152974169526436362006-07-15T15:30:00.000+01:002006-07-15T15:36:09.546+01:00

The sun is out, and possibly burning all surviving skin cells in my body. But at least I'll be all chocolatey by the end of the day. I'm hanging in my room, with The Streets playing nice and loud with the windows open. The golfers are probably jamming, I shall have a sniff...Oh, there appear to be none, that's a turn for the books.So, college is over and I have weeks and weeks of nothing to do. I

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1151088554260199792006-06-23T19:45:00.000+01:002006-06-23T19:49:14.290+01:00

What an utterly shit day. Completely bored and with nothing to do, but eat. I've finally worked out who my fitties are, and boy, this summer is going to be exciting.I think I have one for each lesson, which should bring happiness and fulfillment to my days at college. Also, I might also get that glimpse from those familiar beady eyes which always appear completely out of knowhere, and keep me in

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1150628356275050462006-06-18T11:52:00.000+01:002006-06-18T11:59:16.300+01:00

I am really brown, with long nails. What is going on? If the cellulite didn't exist I might even be beautiful. I love it when something fantastic occurs with the opposite sex, and for the rest of the day all you can think about is that thing, and what will happen tomorrow because of it.Being smitten is probably the best feeling in the world, I bet guys don't ever feel the same way, I feel so

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1149881560678055902006-06-09T20:28:00.000+01:002006-06-09T20:32:40.716+01:00

Today I got a free day to the seaside. Complete with swimming, bathing, arcades and ice cream.After my friend, Janine, purchased an ice cream, she walked down a slope. As she walked she tripped, fell, rolled then threw the ice cream in front of her. I had to walk straight pasther, and not help her up. This was clearly the funniest thing I had seen for a long time, I needed to laugh without her

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1149251421470594112006-06-02T13:15:00.000+01:002006-06-02T13:30:21.493+01:00

Don't I look a dishThis week break was supposed to be when I revised anything and everything I know about philosophy, and on the Friday night I have decided to revise.My mum is out in town, ready to get my "revision cards" and paper pad, I can't wait, it's weird. I can't handle another drinking night, in which I have to wake up early. I slept about 48 hours yesterday, obviously that's a lie, but

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1148820538853299752006-05-28T13:46:00.000+01:002006-05-28T13:48:58.870+01:00

I am bored, with a week of nothing ahead of me. I need to find a date for Wednsday night, preferrably male, small and brown. If I hadn't smoked those 4 cigarette's on Friday night, it would have been over a week of non-smoking. I didn't have any yesterday though, and I'm not planning on having any tonight.For fat snakes, nape. I like him

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1148148934276230812006-05-20T19:10:00.000+01:002006-05-20T19:15:34.293+01:00

So, considering I am currently experiencing a weekend, I can't say that I'm particularly too happy with it. My nose is the sorest thing in the world, I have used around 2 toilet paper rolls on it in the last 2 minutes, it just won't stop pouring the liquid out. However, due to this illness I have finally managed to complete my lace project. I am impressed with it, and I shall show you a wee

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1146910727936164932006-05-06T11:03:00.000+01:002006-05-06T11:18:47.953+01:00

So, last night consisted of vodka, a lot of sick, losing various types of footwear, regret and sex. I sound like such a stud, but it wasn't I who recieved the slap and tickle, no, I just had to stay at the house, in the fucking next room.He gave me a lift home in the morning though, so it wasn't too bad. And as a nice surprise I found two of my friends asleep in my bed, shame they wasn't male,

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1146166319127445792006-04-27T20:28:00.000+01:002006-04-27T20:31:59.146+01:00

I have been finding life extrememly satisfying recently. With the return to college I have lots of things to do, and lots of people to talk to. It's great being busy, but it's also great coming home and relaxing. This is my fourth day without a cigarette, I'm really quite impressed with myself.I love the way it is becoming summer, I would never usually just grab beach stuff, a camera and a friend

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1145013745908666522006-04-14T12:19:00.000+01:002006-04-14T12:22:25.916+01:00

So this week has been nice, I've managed to circulate all my friends and it's been good having a break from wanting all these men. They seriously do my head in, I've watched two films about men and relationships; Alfie and Hitch. Those guys seem so perfect, why can't that happen in real life?I want a knight in shining armour to come and whisk me away. I want my dreams to come true. This is such a

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1143743260758290492006-03-30T19:25:00.000+01:002006-03-30T19:29:40.606+01:00

I am currently round Pig's, listening to the Goo Goo Dolls, and it feel so great to finally be reunited with my long-missed friends.Today was surprisingly fun, I know what I'm feeling now. And I feel bad about it, but I can't help the way I'm feeling. It's worse for me, but I don't want it to be bad...I have the best interests at heart.It's lonely where you are come back down...please, come back

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1143055404593193542006-03-22T19:19:00.000Z2006-03-22T19:23:24.610Z

I knew that my cello player would see me this morning. The text and enthusiasm to see the picture of the gollywog surprised me. He always manages to do that. I love it.I felt like I have socialised a considerable amount today., I love those looks I get off that tall, dark and rather delicious stranger. It's so crazy how everyone can see it too, they must be so jealous.I told my philosophy teacher

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1142163087903812732006-03-12T11:21:00.000Z2006-03-12T11:31:30.586Z

So, a night of attempted sleep, which was failed, miserably. I have now returned home with a titanic list of things to do. I will start off with a nice few hours of blissful sleep, this is always good for my amazing imagination to think of the most beautiful things in the world. Such as those gorgeous males you see walking around college, completely oblivious to your deepest, inner most thoughts

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1142084526011610352006-03-11T13:39:00.000Z2006-03-11T13:42:06.023Z

I am so bored. So uninspired. I've got no thoughts to build upon. No guys to build thoughts upon. I feel emotionally drained.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1141927348731951162006-03-09T17:58:00.000Z2006-03-09T18:02:28.743Z

So. Today was the first day in a while where I have been so the opposite of happy! I think I got the negative vibes from my dream that I had the previous night. Also, the bang on the head on the bus was not only embarrassing, but a little hurtful...I got a U in my law exam, that sucks...but what can you do? I've got no guys on the scene. I feel like the fattest single girl in the world, and

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1140967274646956132006-02-26T15:15:00.000Z2006-02-26T15:21:14.693Z

So, it is the final day of my half term, and I have, yet again, left all my homework until the last minute. Due to the disasterous hair colouring which occured only but two days ago, I must re-colour it tonight. A blond again, of course :)So yes, this blog entry is distract me from writing about Law Commission. I have so much to do tonight. I really want to get the two law pieces done, I must dye

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1140771496644071752006-02-24T08:49:00.000Z2006-02-24T08:58:16.656Z

So after a week of near enough cleaning, no sleep and a lot of socialisation, my hair is slightly lighter, I owe a lot of money to a friend and there are 3 piles of dog shit in my front room.It's been fun. My plans for today are to clean the entire house one last time, before my family return and ruin it all for me, then to clean myself and then perhaps have a night filled with dancing, alcohol

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1140268816230003092006-02-18T13:19:00.000Z2006-02-18T13:20:16.240Z

On a brighter note...I had a bath with the door open :)We all know how much Jess loves that

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1140260677700628072006-02-18T11:02:00.000Z2006-02-18T11:04:37.713Z

So, I can tell my parents have gone away.I know this because I have been cleaning, it's been fun, actually. I can also tell that I haven't been out in a while as I am using envelopes as rizlas. No one will come over to my house! What have I done to deserve friends that aren't friends?HA, I'm only joking, Pig; you cunt.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1140116352643269012006-02-16T18:57:00.000Z2006-02-16T19:01:31.200Z

This is a picture my friend took and edited.I think it looks gorgeous.And of course, I was the model.Here is what my eye looks like normally.Thought I'd leave my face in, as it's nice.I look so dazed, so happyAnd then here's the eyeAnd then here's me.Looking REALLY happy.Because I was happy. I love friends. No, no I don't know the German guy in front of me.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1139656194006389632006-02-11T11:00:00.000Z2006-02-11T11:09:54.073Z

Well, the post last night has been confirmed. No lucky thing number 3 for Jess this year. I am going to a friends house today, to have a nice chat about life, well, probably not but we shall more than likely talk. If his brother is there, that's just a bonus.I am hoping that the favourite of my chums will shortly join us, then we can go and do our thing whilst the first friend decides to work.In

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1139608629618090002006-02-10T21:51:00.000Z2006-02-10T21:57:09.636Z

Wow! So yes mate, I am finally 17.2 things have gone well for me this year. People say good things occur in 3's, will I be in luck? More than likely not, it depends what happens tonight.Wanna sleep with common people, you wanna sleep with common people...like me?I've had a really good day. I'm just content as I am. Until I go to sleep, because that is when I have time to think about things. Damn

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1138560177319908492006-01-29T18:39:00.000Z2006-01-29T18:42:57.333Z

Wow. So a weekend of actually being off my face. It has to be put though, as it is one of the greatest times of my life, so far anyway.Friday night I was soooooo drunk. I was so happy to hear The Bucket. It was oh-so-fabulous.Saturday I stayed with Tab and got fucked, that was so great, I came home at 9:30p.m and then just slept.Today I met up with Janin. I'm giving up smoking today, I don't need

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1137770753361209072006-01-20T15:24:00.000Z2006-01-20T15:25:53.376Z

|So, today I discovered two moustaches drawn on my faces. Cheers.

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1137335606402271722006-01-15T14:28:00.000Z2006-01-15T14:33:26.416Z

So, a week that I would describe as "rather shit" has been followed with one that I would describe as "ace in the face". I'm having such a good time at the moment.I have discovered what I would like to do in further life; write. About anything and everything and how I view the world. Just doing it makes me happy, it's either writing or talking to myself. I shall choose the first option.I cannot

Plophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12829420046071653915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973487.post-1137107105967372202006-01-12T23:02:00.000Z2006-01-12T23:05:05.980Z

When I was walking home from the bus stop this evening, I had to walk past the bus station. I had my music on, so I didn't hear the bus reversing. And then I did. So then I had to run, and then I twisted my ankle. So I limped.All the while this fitty of a guy was watching me.I cut and dyed my hair today. You can't see the dye, but you can smell it!

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So. Two months.It's gone so slowly. I have learnt to appreciate things more, and I'm so glad that my experiences are now more intense.So, my seventeenth birthday is upon me soon. I have no plans as of yet, I was going to make a hash cake and have 17 joints on top as if they were candles, might still do that but shall have to see what is to happen.I have definately decided to become a writer, it's

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How evil are you?

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I found this song in my sisters file. I love and miss her very much. The other night I had a dream about her, the whole family were sat around the table. Even Karen. I turned to her and said: "This is so nice, Karen, we should do this more often". Last night I had a dream that she was standing at my bedroom door. I was crying and begged her to watch over me. She replied with: "I always do".I

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I am unwritten, can't read my mind. I'm undefined. I'm just beginning, the pens in my hand...Ending unplanned. I'm having a good time on msn, will post another day

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