January 2009
twenty-eight.
Today was such a long day. Ahh. I’m so knackered. I’ve been trying to sleep since like five and it’s just not happening so now I’m watching catch up Hollyoaks.
POLLO’S PARTY TOMORROW!!
“Problems caused by a way of thinking cannot be solved by the same way.”
– Andrew Tibbles.
twenty-seven.
I’m so fried. lol.
Stayed at Jamie’s last night and everything appears to be fine. (:
So i’m happys.
And I think i’m going to eat/sleep.
byeeeee
twenty-six.
I’m so knackered. Went to bed at 1.30 and had to get up at 7. Ahhh. College is killing me. The only reason I survived today was because of pro plus and lucozade. It was quite fun though. Spent the whole of IT on bebo and spent most of Communications just chatting. :]]]
“Michaela’s embarrassed!”
– Jemma Dock and Natasia Cummings.
twenty-five.
I just don’t get it. One minute he wants me, the next minute he doesn’t. Earlier he made it clear that was it, over. Then he disappeared. Then he came back and was all, “So you don’t want to talk to me then?”, and basically had a go at me for not trying to fix things.
I’m sorry, Jamie, but I can’t exactly fix something that you ruined.
So I told him to...
twenty-four.
So there’s this guy, who I love with all my heart. I love absolutely everything about him. I love his smile when I tickle him. I love his stupid jokes. I love how he’s /always/ right, no matter what. I love how he knows all these stupid, useless facts that don’t really matter. I love him.
And he just broke up with me over MSN.
twenty-three.
I have spent the last, literally, four hours, tidying my room. And I’ve only managed about a quarter of it. Fuck this. I have college tomorrow.
I’m going to bed.
twenty-two.
MY MUM IS AN IDIOT.
She went out at like four o clock saying she’d be fifteen minutes and came back at half seven. She’s supposed to be taking me to Jamie’s house but now I have to wait until like half eight. GOD SAKE.
Bloody parents.
twenty-one.
Me: Well today I played pokémon. And the Sims 2. And listened to music. SOUNDS FUN DOES IT NOT?
Tom: OH WOW.
Me: YES. I MUST SAY I DO MISS CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU THAT ARE COMPRISED COMPLETELY OF WORDS THAT ARE TYPED IN CAPITALS.
Tom: SUCH AS THIS ONE?
Me: OH MY GOD, YES. CREEPY. I HADN'T EVEN NOTICED.
Tom: OBVIOUSLY NOT. YOU JUST MENTIONED CONVERSATIONS COMPRISED COMPLETELY OF WORDS THAT ARE TYPED IN CAPITALS BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT. NOT BECAUSE WE'RE CURRENTLY TYPING IN CAPITALS. NOT AT ALL.
Me: THE INNER MECHANISMS OF MY MIND ARE INDEED AN ENIGMA.
Tom: We're doing it again. :|
Me: Doing what?
Tom: Being idiots.
Me: But I'm tour idiot. :]
Me: *your.
Me: God damn it.
Tom: Way to prove a point.
twenty.
Yeah. This has been the most boring Saturday night ever. I actually feel like killing myself, because it’d be something to do.
nineteen.
Well, naturally since I was there, Mandah got a pure half-hour reading and I got nout. I’m gutted. ;(
It was so creepy though, I mean the atmosphere and that. And after we left I felt as though I’d been like, catapulted into a different world. It felt so dodgy and strange and everything outside.
I don’t know. Still skeptical.
eighteen.
I’m going to the psychic centre soon with Amanda. I’m actually so excited. If it’s shit then, I’ll be gutted, really.
“You’re a monkeybum!”
– Jack (cousin), aged three.
seventeen.
ZOMFG.
I am seriously so sick of this shit. Honestly. So earlier I was talking to Jamie on MSN and it was just like a normal conversation and he was like, “Saturday’s going to be so amazing, me, Meg, Cal and possibly Sophie and Lisa are staying at Craig Short’s”. And quite immaturely of me, I got jealous, so I asked why I wasn’t invited, and apparently it’s...
sixteen.
I am so sick of people making up bullshit stories.
“You were bitching about this person, that person said this, blah blah blah.”
Grow up, girls. Honestly.
fifteen.
Can’t see. Can’t see. Can’t see.
x_x.
fourteen.
Me: She is seriously so fake.
Amanda: I know even her teeth man.
Me: I know, they make me feel shite. I'm there like, braceface, then she shows up with celebrity nashers. Fuck off.
Amanda: LMAO. Omg I know. See when you're at pure, dancing, and the lights that make everything white go pure bright? HER TEETH ARE OUTRAGEOUS. THEY'RE SO LUMINOUS.
Me: LMAO.
Amanda: THEY'RE LIKE A FLOATING SMILE.
Me: HAHAHAHA.
thirteen.
Oh dear God. I think I have conjunctivitis.
“There’s a time when a man needs to fight and a time when he needs to...”
– Edward Bloom, Big Fish.
twelve.
Well, I had quite a good wee weekend.
Stayed at Jamie’s (as usual) from Friday, wanted to go to the pub on the Saturday but the weather was HORRENDOUS. Proper storm so it was, with rain and winds at 90 mph. Then on Sunday it snowed (: and it was pretty until it rained and ruined it all again.
Today it snowed too, but it was disastrous because we had to walk to the train station in it. I...
“Sometimes, the person that is tied up in chains has to open his eyes to realise...”
– Tom.
eleven.
Tom: I really need a drink, don't go anywhere.
Me: Okay.
Tom: God, that fucking lighter nearly blew up in my face.
Me: I thought you went to get a drink?
Tom: DAMN IT! I'll be back in a second.
Me: Idiot.
ten.
Okay, so New Years’ Resolutions:
1) Join a gym.
2) Actually attend the gym at least once a week.
3) Don’t miss another orthodontist appointment.
4) Actually try in college.
5) Stop bitching.
6) Make the best of my relationship with Jamie.
…I think that’s all.
nine.
Happy new yearrr!
Jamie’s party was absolutely amazing. Considering putting up some pictures on this later. :]
New years’ resolutions? I dunno yet. I’ll think of some for the next post. ;P