Still alive!

I know, I know, my blogging is unreliable and irritating, but I swear that I'm still here, I just get distracted, you know? Like, should I check out that blog that I've abandoned to die, or run around the garden and pretend to be a chicken? Well I think the answer's pretty obvious.

So yeah, I'm sorry and all, but stuff's been going down.

1) A-Levels are pretty damn stressful.
2) Moving schools makes life confusing.
3) There are about 10000000 people I don't know.
4) Charity work makes me sound angelic.
5) University applications are even more stressful, if that were a thing.

So that's what I've been up to in the last...what? Half a year? I know, it's still bad.

I've also been thinking about life. It's odd, isn't it? We spend our first 18-25 years in education, and then we stop. We either get a permanent job and commit our entire lives to the same depressing routine, or we stop. I mean, what is there? What if, after all of this effort; all of these failed attempts to stay focused, there actually is no point? Maybe we should all give up. Maybe we should sit under a tree and cry. Maybe we should QUIT THINKING ABOUT LIFE, BECAUSE, AS I JUST PROVED, IT SOLVES NOTHING!

Capital letters look intimidating. Sorry, yes. In other news, I need to approach you with an extremely important question. There's this girl in my new school, and she can do the weirdest thing known to God. Sorry, I sincerely hope that that wasn't religionist (and yes, I realise no such word yet exists, but if I keep pushing for it, it'll happen). 

Yeah, this girl can make her eyes go in opposite directions, but here's the twist: she doesn't go cross-eyed. Her left eye looks towards her left ear and her right eye looks towards her right ear. Here's your question: IS THAT A THING?! I need to tune down the capitalization here. 

What now...what now... ah, yes. This is your guide to survival in a new school/college:

- SMILE (people will talk to you more if you're smiling, but it's important to do this from the beginning, otherwise they'll regard you as evil and never speak to you again).

- BE NICE (see above point).

- DON'T TALK TO ANY OF YOUR OLD FRIENDS (I don't mean "don't talk" to them, I just mean don't hang around in a big group of them all the time, because you'll never integrate with anyone else, and it's weird).

- BE CONFIDENT (sure, put your hand up in class - why wouldn't you? And yes, you should just start a conversation with that boy - why not?).

- DON'T TAKE YOUR CAT TO SCHOOL (enough said).

I honestly wish that I had a big, important issue to discuss with you because of my extended absence, but I just don't.

On the bright side, I can let you in on a MASSIVE secret.

I'm not kidding you, this is huge.

Just building up some tension here...

This will excite you.

And entrance you.

I hope that you'll like it

I LOVE YOU!

Wow, glad I got that one out of the way. Well, I'm an awkward person at the best of times, but this is basically just too much. I hope that you understand. I swear that you'll hear from me again soon.

BTW, look, it's #pleasedon'tjudgemeday

Emily OUT! xox


Word Of The Day: Thoughts.

Stress, life, and a shed more of stress

So it's exam time again, and things are getting stressful. It's hard, because you've got to worry about all of the normal things, such as whether you got dressed properly or not, whether you have writing all over your face and whether you're speaking English, and then you've got all of the school things to worry about, like acting "normal", sorting out everyone else's problems and pretending to have a social life. Then, on top of all of that, you're expected to do well at things! I mean, what? "Normal people" shouldn't be able to do that much multitasking anyway!
Okay, honestly? I usually do okay at school. I mean, I get the grades. I'm not good at any of the other stuff. I don't act right. I can't hold people's gazes; my words slip from my mouth before I can get my tongue around them properly. But it's okay, like everyone keeps telling me. It's okay, because I'm "clever".
It doesn't matter that I'm socially incapable. It doesn't matter that I don't even get on with any of my friends. It doesn't matter that every day of my life has become a constant line of worry and panic. It doesn't matter, because I'm "clever".
And that's the other thing. I'm slipping. My A's are turning into B's, my B's into C's, and there's nothing that I can do about it. Everyone keeps saying, 
You need to revise!
Otherwise you'll fail.
Exams.
They're really soon!
Don't sleep, 
Prepare!
Learn!
Revise.
Be clever.
You won't get a job.
You won't get a life.
You'll end up as nothing!
REVISE!
I don't know, it just all seems as though everyone expects me to do well, but I secretly know that I'm losing even that. 
It's like I just can't cope, and the pressure that everyone keeps putting on top of me is driving me slowly to insanity.
They're only exams.
Don't matter.
There are more important things!
Why do you even care?
Go get a proper life instead!
Stress. It's real and it's painful. I must sound so bad, like all I'm worried about is exams and grades, but that's how people are making me feel, not the other way around. I want to do well.
Because time's running out.
And there's nothing that I can do.

On the brighter side, I'm alive, and I'm trying.

Enjoy your lives, and don't be me :-) 

Word of The Day: Faith

Emily out. xox

But on the bright side, I'm still alive!

Hi everyone! So I haven't been online in waaaay too long, but I'm back now! :-) 

So basically, I've just been thinking about how insane our world actually is. I mean, you might not have actually thought about it, but the way that we - or society - does things, just doesn't make much sense at all.

For example, think about the groups and cliques at school.

I mean, you've got the basic typical popular guys, most of which are ridiculously attractive but never go for girls their own age or from their own school. Of course, also in their group your typical funny guys, an average of one or two in each popular guy clique, who is almost always unattractive, sexually deprived, but with more of a personality than all of their "friends". 

Then there are the sluts. I don't know how it is in other schools, but in mine, there are a total of three separate slut groups who all hate each other and insult each other and sleep with each other's boyfriends and just generally try to destroy each other. Oh except for Friday nights, of course. On Friday nights they all get drunk in town together and pretend to bff (and ever and ever and ever...)

Then you've got your populars, boys and girls. They're normally attractive and have busy busyyyyy social lives... only with each other... because they don't speak to anyone outside their group... but they're often considered to be charming, pleasant people... who don't like anyone who's not in their group... because anyone who's not in their group is weird...

And let's not forget the Nerds. Well, I call them the Nerds, but they're really just a mix of Nerd/Wannabe/Freak/Disgusting. Literally, about 1/3 are Nerds, who talk about their homework, or their flute lessons, or their non-existent lives, then 1/3 are Wannabes, who are basically weird people that all go out with each other, dump each other a week later, then switch boyfriend/girlfriend. It's weird. I would also put into this group the boy that asked a girl for sex, and when she said no, he offered to pay her for it. Ew. So the last 1/3 is basically made up of other random people who don't have anyone else to talk to. So yeah...they're cool...

Chavs! Everyone knows the Chavs! Basically they're the people that are too unsociable, or unattractive, to fit into the populars, or the guy populars. Some of them might also have anger management issues, or HDHD, but that's fine, because they're Chavs. They don't have much money, think that they are "hard" or "badass" and swear hell of a lot. Everyone loves a good Chav. In my school, there's a sort of Chav leader, too, who's the only decent looking guy there, and the others follow him around like his little puppet.

Next there's the sport freaks.You know, those guys and girls that would rather race around on a football field or continuously play tennis than anything else? They stand out most at break and lunchtimes, and you can always tell who they are. They're the ones yelling at each other and trying to tackle each other to the ground every five seconds.

Ooh, then there's the skanks. So slutty that you're too disgusting even for the sluts. You sleep around all the time, get drunk almost every other night, whatever. You're a skank. I know this one girl that was in the slut group, until she got so drunk that she went into the middle of the street in town, pulled down her pants, and did a poo right there in the middle of the street. Yeah, her "friends" suddenly disappeared, and she was left with the skanks.

I literally think that I could go on forever, endless stereotypes that everyone knows, and everyone follows.

But what's the point? Whether you're a music nerd, a dance freak, a boffin, a canteen lover, a goth, an emo, a spoilt brat or actually a nice person, you shouldn't have to be judged in that way. So what if you're into something, that doesn't suddenly make it part of you, or make it a bad thing. Having a passion, and a love of something so strong that it actually makes you happy, then that's good, and no one else's opinion should matter at all. You are who you are, and in this crazy, crazy world, it seems as if that's not okay.

I'm saying that it's wrong. Society is a cruel dragon, eating away at people's hopes and dreams, all of their once so strong aspirations, burnt into ashes on the ground. Live long, live pure, and don't ever, ever lose track of who you are supposed to be, and, even more importantly, who you want to be. 

Word Of The Day: Strength

Catch Up

Woo, Hi, 2013. New Year, new goals. New failures, new success stories. New jokes, new friends. New me. Hi. 

I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN SUCH A LONG TIME! 

But hi, Italics is the new thing, bbz. What have I been doing? Changing, a LOT. I do some things that I really hate, like drawing on eyebrows...ew no! And saying things like "bbz". I mean, come on. It doesn't even make sense. 

School's been okay. I don't really like my friends, but I'm working on that. The problem is that I have to slowly make friends with new people without seeming too pushy. It's real difficult. 

Other than that, lessons and stuff, GOOD. Haha, don't ask. KD is cute. Don't ask who he is, either. Code names ftw beach. Oh yeah, I made some retarded swearing alternatives.

Beach - Bi**h
Barnacle - Bas***d
Fish - F**k
Ship - S**t
Crab - C**p

Don't ask why they're all nautical, I don't even know okay? James got himself a girlfriend :(. Isn't it just heart-braking when someone really special completely forgets that you ever existed? Don't answer that. It is.

You feel alone and neglected, like the world is moving on without you, and that you're still stuck in the past, abandoned by even the World's creators.

I feel like that right now, but I have to stay strong. No one will love me if I don't love myself, apparently. Well I don't, but screw it. 

I have a super old lady gaga song stuck in my head, what is this?

ALSO, LES MISERABLES! OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT A MUSICAL, WHAT A PERFORMANCE, WHAT A FILM. Soz, I'm good now.

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING, SINGING THE SONGS OF ANGRY MEN? 

Hee, hi. So, yeah, I'm leaving now to have a shower and not do some homework, bye bye! :) 

I love you all, and I'll write sooner this time, promise! 

Word Of The Day: Promises

Olympics and shizz

Hi, guys! So, I'm an English kid, and this Olympic stuff is finally getting through to me. Yeah, I'm a bit slow and all, but I've watched a bit of it. After all, the sailing part of it is like a couple of miles away from me, so...yeah. 

Sports that are worth watching: Gymnastics, Diving, Synchronized swimming (group), Pole vaulting, and that horse dance thing, which I don't know what it's called but is like insanely cool.

Sports that aren't worth watching: All of the rest.

So. Woo. The Olympics. Why is it special? Because it's the only time almost every country in the world unites and acts as one.

I hate sport. I just do. But that's something that I can't get over. The only thing that brings the countries together.

Omg I'm getting seerrrriooousss....moment passed :). So, Urmm..my day? I HAVEN'T DONE MY MATHS THAT WAS DUE IN TWO MONTHS AGO. And I cba, so I did my art instead.

Hi.
My name's Mr. Robot.
I like to make up lies about my name and gender.
I also like sharp things. :).
You know nothing about me. 
I have a stash of bodies hidden somewhere...
Want me to tell you where? :).
Let's be friends. 3:).

Wth...that wasn't me. That was someone else. I'm not here. I'm gone. I'm hyper. BYEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!:D:D:D Love you world ;).

Word Of The Day: Dafuq? 

New Blog!

In an attempt to tell you more about the more depressing points of my life, I've decided to create a new blog, purely created to display more stories about my sister and horrible situations that have been going on. The new blog shall be called 'Left in The Dark', and you can find it through my profile :).

Word Of The Day: Lollage.
Just for the hell of it ;).

When There's Nowhere Left to Run

Feel free to ignore my last post, I was in a rather strange mood, but I didn't lie. I am having troubles at home at the moment.

Everything really kicked off about two years ago now. 

What is Anorexia?

Not me, my elder sister. Don't worry, she's okay now. She got betterish.

Anorexia is a mental disease. I used to think it was just a word for when people were really skinny, but it's not. It's a condition in the process of insanity. An illness. It corrupts minds and tears apart families. And trust me, I know. 

Two years ago she began to develop the symptoms. At first, I didn't know, though. My parents didn't tell me. She didn't tell me. I just carried on with my own life.

Then one day, my sister was out and my parents were downstairs. I was in my room, playing with my toys, because that's what I did then. I was just a child. That's when my phone started bleeping at me, and I received a text from my sister, telling me that my parents were clearing out her room, and I had to get some papers from under her bed that she didn't want them seeing. 

I did what I was told. I always did. I was a good girl. So I crept into her room, feeling like a spy. It was exciting; a new game. I had to crawl across the floor, because it creaked horribly, and the kitchen where my parents were was directly below it. So I made my way over to the bed and crawled underneath it.

I spent about ten minutes looking for these 'papers', but I didn't know what I was really looking for, so I gave up and ran off. I didn't think anything of it after, and my sister never mentioned it. I think I must have forgotten about it for a while, but there was always that feeling at the back of my mind; the constant one; the one that never fades, even now: Is this normal? 

Months passed and nothing much happened, but I knew that it was. That doesn't make sense. How to describe it? I knew that something was going on behind my back, but I didn't know what. I sensed it; whenever I walked out of a room quiet whispering began; whenever my family thought I was asleep, the hissed conversations began outside.

I couldn't understand it. The only time that I'd ever known secrets to be kept from me before was at Christmas, or my Birthday. Maybe I was getting a present? Or a treat? Something that I had always wished for.

At least that was what I told myself. In reality, though, I knew that it wasn't that. Something else was going on - something bad. 

In the end, I snapped, and stopped feigning stupidity. The next time that my parents started talking as soon as I left the dining room, I quickly hurried back in and gave them both a strange look as I cleared the table. 

That's when they told me.

It's your sister.

We think something's wrong.

No.

We know something's wrong.

It's called Anorexia.

It's an illness.

It's a disease.

Food.

Eating.

We have to help her.

So that's how it began. I'm not going to fully explain the concepts of the illness, because you can look it up somewhere else. Google it if you don't already know, but you probably do.

Imagine looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing your bones sticking out everywhere at odd angles, your skin stretched across them; imagine seeing yourself hollow; a skeleton. Bags under your eyes. Skin yellowed. Fingers long, skeletal. Then imagine not seeing it at all; imagine taking that image; that disgusting, sickening image, and seeing a fat person.

That's what Anorexia is. It messes with your brain and changes who you are. It's not right. I can't even convey to you how much I now despise it. I'm still a kid; I'm fourteen years old, but if there was anything that I could do to stop such a thing, I know that I would, whatever the cost.

My sister became my life. That's just how it was. I'd always had to give her a lot of attention, and expect little to myself, especially from my parents. She was the moody teenager, throwing temper tantrums and pretending that she knew everything. That should have been enough attention. But it wasn't.

I can remember how scared I was back then. I wanted to run away and hide. I thought she was going to collapse at any moment, and my parents didn't help.

She might feint.

Don't worry.

Call an ambulance.

Tell them what's wrong.

Anorexia.

Tell them.

Stay calm.

She could go to hospital.

Food forced into her.

I wanted it all to stop. I'd had enough. So I kept looking after her, devoting two years of my life to looking after her; to creeping up after tea to see if she'd made herself sick in the toilet. To see if her razor blades were lying all over the shower floor again.

This is Anorexia. Not a state of fat or thin. A monster.

That's not what I wanted to talk about in this post, though. Not my sister. Me. My parents. Me.

To cut it short, they think I'm copying my sister. They think I'm like her, and I honestly don't have a clue what to do. I've spent my whole life hating it, and now they think I have it? I'm scared. I want to run downstairs and stuff my face. But then they'll be waiting, expecting me to make myself sick.

I'm not like her. I won't be. I know I'm not. They're wrong. I eat normally; I see myself as a perfectly average size. Don't make me be like her, please.

Word Of The Day: Trapped.

Catch up

'Sup Dudes and/or Dudettes! So, catch up from last post?

Well, it's the summer holidays now, and, urm...nothing happened with 'him'. Duh. It never does. Anyway, so I went through this whole phase of hating him, but I don't really. I guess I still sort of like him but I'm trying my hardest not to. See, last time, he was pretending to like me just to mess me around. Then he said he wanted to be my friend. Good one! Yeah so now I'm just sat at home, missing him, trying not to think about him and reminding myself that he married Colette on the last day of school :/. Yeah so I'm sort of part over him? I'm working on it.

And..P.E, highjump? Last time I said I was going to make myself ill. I tried, too. I even tried to make myself sick, but it didn't work...I got scared...so I went to school looking like c**p, then sorta walked around like a zombie until P.E. AND GUESS WHAT?! I didn't do the jump. I nearly cried. NEARLY! I cried after...:L I'm such a wimp. And I'm good with it. :). So anyway...

I'm having family issues, but I'm going to turn into a way more effective, cool, miserable, depressive post...so...yeah. I'll do that now. Bye. :).

Word of the day(for this post): Failure.

Him.

NannananananBanana:D no, BananannananChipmunk:D 

^The above point is due to the fact that in my previous post I said I would not be mental. I am. Deal with it!

So, life...

Well, I'm back at school, obvz man, cuz I only write then...also, I am not a Chav. So I have absolutely no idea why I just did that. Anyway...

IlovehimIlovehimIlovehimIlovehim x forever :)

Yeah...urm...his name's James. Well, it's not, but it is for the purpose of this blog. So woo. He so cute, and funny, and special :) His eyes are like.........ahhhhhhhhhhhh!:) They're all big and blue and shizz....and I like them. I like him. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, people! I can't get this dude out of my head! He's like...everything, and everyone says he fancies me...but I don'tt believe them, obviously. I mean, he's HIM. Also, I don't know what to do! I'm so fed up of being confused, it's starting to get unbearable! HHEELP MEEEEEEE!!

People say you can't fall in love at my age. Screw them. I've practically only seen him for three years now, and when I'm with him I can't see anything else. God, he's so perfect, and he has no idea. :(. 

In other news, Wednesday - not her real name - might be moving schools :(. I swear, I'm not afraid to cry.

And...urm...I have P.E tomorrow. Physical Education. Sports. Death. Torture. The inhumane sacrifice of child slave's joy and general happiness. Call it what you will...but anyway, it's highjump, and last highjump lesson I urm...well I didn't do very well. See, there was this pole and this mat, and we were supposed to jump the pole in a special way...and I sorta ran into it and died, so Mrs Evil decided to take the pole down and make me do it on the mat ten centimeters from the ground. And, GUESS WHAT? I still couldn't do it. :(. I couldn't get the jump right and just sorta fell over, so I literally ignored Mrs Evil (this was after the fifth attempt), walked away, sat on the floor in the corner, and cried. I CANNOT DO THAT THIS TIME! PEOPLE ACTUALLY CARE NOW, AND I'LL LOOK RIDICULOUS! 

So, what should I do? Well, obviously, I should fake being ill, and miss a whole unavoidably important day of school and, basically, bunk off. In all fairness, it's my only option. So, how to make yourself ill? Draw dots on your head? I don't think so. It's easy, and you have three choices. One, go to bed super early the night before saying that you feel awful, then get up super early in the morning, wake up your parents and tell them that you feel like hell. Works pretty much all the time ;). However, if you're less prepared, there's always the second option. Get ready for school, but don't try. Hmm...how to explain? If you're a girl, put your makeup on reaaalllyyy badly and look like a zombie, TRYING to bring out the bags under your eyes and such shizz. If you're a boy or a girl, messy hair and untidy uniform, also, crouch down when you walk and yawn a lot. This method is also very effective :). The last method is my favorite, though. What you do, is go out the day before, buy the cheapest, most disgusting body spray you can find and then go home. The next day, spray it all over the toilet, flush it, and sat you've been sick. Yeah, some stinks are that bad...:L


On with the party rocking. Which is not here. Woo. :). Urmm...yeah so, that pretty much concludes life, so....


Word of the Day: HIM.
Secondary word of the day: WANT.
Third word of the day: NOW.


No, but seriously, it's him.

Explanation of General Existence

So...I just reread my last post, and have decided that that's going to be the last mental post from me. Well, no, I don't mean that. Of course I'm still going to be mental...duh. But no, I'm not gonna go all freakish on you all again.

Never.

Now, please allow me to explain the point of life. 

It doesn't matter how you believe the world began. You can say that God created Adam and Eve to populate the planet, or that atoms collided and, with a big bang, there was life. Like I said, that bit doesn't matter. What does matter, is why? 

Why are we here? What is the point? Ah, now there is an answer to that. The way that I see it, life is like a jigsaw puzzle. All through it you are given different pieces. You are either given a good piece, or a bad piece; an easy piece or a difficult piece; a colorful one, or a dull one. They fit together, these pieces, bit by bit; when they're done, your life is over. It's that simple. The pieces can be hard to deal with sometimes, but never impossible. They are always possible.

So...what is the point of a jigsaw puzzle? Not many people can answer that, until your days grow shorter; until your jigsaw puzzle is almost over. The old can answer it easily. It's something to do...and you get a nice picture at the end.

So that, my friends, is the point of life. It's something to do, and you get a nice picture at the end.

Thank you for your time. 

Word of the Day: Lollable

^Yeah, I just made that up. Deal with it!

HEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHEEEEEEHEEEEEE

Hello, I'm in a seriously evil mood. Not sure why, but I'm good with it. Also, my laptop is about to die, so I'm gonna write ssssuuuuppppperrrrrr quickly.


1) What's with the title? I don't know, I'm feeling odd. And evil. VERY evil.


2) Why haven't I been here for ages? I have. I just forgot about the blog. It's fine. It's cool. Woo. Nanannananannanana Banana :D 


3) Why did I just do that? To be honest, because I am hyper. And bored. Seriously bad combination, I'm telling you.


4) How many times did it just take me to spell combination? 6. I was spelling it conbination. 


5) What is wrong with me? I DON'T EVEN KNOW?!


6) Day? Well, it's the holidays so no school. Also no friends, because I got grounded for the first time EVER because I'm too ugly. I know right?! Mean. My mum just said. Right, you have a spot. Your a slob. You're not leaving the house without me. 


7) Why? She's mean.


8) Was this rushed in any way possible? Yes, yes it was.


9) Word of the day? Cba.


I joke.


Word of the day: Evil.

AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Just like the title says, AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:'(. Why? Because he hates me. Hates me, and probably wants to kill me. Why, because I'm horrible. Why, because I can't help it!!! I think I love him, but he's also the fittest guy in the whole year and would never go for me. He's so nice, though. Even though he never talks to me...and never will. :'(.


Sorry, guys. Just had to get that out of my system. His name's Harry :) Well, it's obviously not, but it's what I'm going to call him so I don't have to use his real name. See, I told everyone that I like Kimble...but I don't. Rose likes Kimble. I like Harry :).


God, I have issues. :L. Anyway, today: HE LOOKED AT ME. The end; everything else goes blurry :). Teehee. I lwaavvee him.

Word of the day: Lwave.

Ah, hell

Damn. Damn. Damn. Double damn. Triple damn. A few more damns...and a few more...and...yeah, OK, you get it. 

OK, so I've liked this guy for like AGES and um, I kinda never tell anyone when I like someone 'cause it's seriously too embarrassing. It kinda didn't work out this time, though... Right, I was talking to my friend online, and she told me that she liked someone, but wouldn't tell me who because I never liked anyone anyway. I got annoyed and kinda said that actually I DID like someone...and I haven't heard anything from her since. I mean, what if she goes and tells everyone? I feel all open and empty...I really don't know what to do, but at least I didn't say who I liked, right? 

Ugh. Boys... Anyway, I'm guessing you people want me to go say something more weird, yeah? Well it's hard; everything's gone crazy recently. How 'bout I just tell you about my day, yeah? That's easiest...

It started bad because of all of ^^^ THAT ^^^ that happened last night, but then it got worse. I didn't go out 'cause I have no friends, refused to go out with my parents so got yelled at, then ended up doing homework because I was so damn bored. Plus I've been so worried that the guy who I like doesn't like me at all!!! Ugh. Damn, I say. Just damn.

Word of the day: (You guessed it) Damn

Have a nice life ;)

Life with the weirdos

Alritey, guys! Sorry I haven't written in a while...I've been, ugh, busy...


Anyway, to cut things short, my day sucked.


First I was late 'cause the traffic was just being retarded, then I go into school and everyone's staring at me like I'm an idiot. I mean, so what if I am? That don't mean people should point it out!


First lesson was maths, and, naturally, that was pathetic. Also, our teacher Mr J was kinda dressed up as a weird kung-fu panda thingy. Yeah, don't ask. The whole lesson we spent drawing stupid circles, though! I've always hated those damn circles...always been more of a triangle person, myself...


At break we discussed what the other classes had been doing - sexual education. I'm scared. Rose said she had to do things which people should NEVER have to do...I don't want to do those things. EVER!


Next was...um...History I think. Stupid subject. Honestly can't see the point of it. Today we were learning about suicides. Then Wednesday goes and asks me if I have a bed in the middle of a long silence...a lot of people laughed. I cried.


Then followed Science. Forgot my homework. Honestly don't care. Laughed at teacher behind his back. Got yelled at. Stared at fit guy. Got rejected. Cried.


Moving swiftly on, at lunch I was called multiple names: Hypogriff, Balloon, Pegasus and Pfft being among them. I don't know why, ok, so don't you even dare laugh.


Geography sucks. Seriously, our teacher is like a thousand years old and is already ancient history. He also smells of urine and talks about cats lots... we learnt about how Wednesday needs to keep her mouth shut. I stared at another fit guy, too, but that didn't work out too great...


Then art. Nothing to say really. WORST ART LESSON EVER!!!


Home. Great. At least it's the weekend...but I got yelled at again for hating school uniform...and stupid damn clip-on-ties!!! Ugh. My life sucks. But hey, at least the world's still turning, right?


Anyway, sorry and all if you're now asleep, or have already left the page before reading this...in which case you wouldn't get the...uh... apology, so, um...well yeah, the thought was there.


Word of the day: Pegasus (Oh come on, it's on awesome word. Get over yourself. :). 


Have a nice life ;)

My personal introduction

OK, so lets get this boring bit out of the way first. I'm a kid who goes to school, and that's all your gonna get from me informational wise - it just isn't needed :). So, names are going to be changed to random ones and other personal information is gonna be modified. Good, now on with the randomness...

There's some stuff that you need to know about me to follow sometimes, so here we go. At school, at lunch, I either sit on a wall, or in a small circle of chairs facing each other, and that's that. The subjects which I have are normal ones - Maths (don't think I'm too bad at, but is SO boring), English (LOVE IT...call me a nerd if you want, but it's true...), Science (Eh, don't mind it), French (Ew. Stupid, pointless and retarded in my opinion), German (don't mind - teacher can't control us), I.C.T (alright), Tech (HATE!!! mainly because of my group, though...), R.E (Eh :/), P.S.E (Confusing), Music (Yesss), Art (amazing subject), P.E (I'm absolutely rubbish at and usually fall over)...and that's about it.

So, what happened today in my cool life?

Well, I called Rose a purple banana last night, I dunno why - I just did. I think she called me an onion first...anyway, she brought it up today and everyone laughed at my pathetic insult, so I called them all chipmunks and ran away...

I kind of ignored Collette and Rebecca today - it wasn't me who started it!!! We had the laptops in English right, and they just ran off without waiting for me, so I got slightly lost and had to go to the hall on my own...with everyone laughing at me :(. Then I made it up with them and everything was cool again :).

It was Collette's birthday and I...um...didn't give her a present. It's not like I haven't thought about it - I started getting things for it in November, but I just...never got round to finishing it because I couldn't go to town last weekend...I'm a lousy friend, I know. I think she's annoyed at me, so when I do get her a present it'll have to be 'bout the size of an elephant. :). Yeah, that should do.

My legs hurt!!! I kinda ran 6km yesterday and forgot to stretch...yeah, it hurts :L. Then, when I was walking down some stairs at school, my whole leg went numb and I kind of did the splits with everyone waiting behind me...it wasn't my fault, OK??? 

OH, I know what to say!!! In music, right, I was with Collette and Sian, and she ran off crying because she didn't fit next to us at the keyboard. I went to talk to her, and she started screaming...so I went back again - she scares me. Anyway, when she came back, she was complaining about how bad her life was. That's mad - she has her own stables, horses, Guinea pigs and an amazing house. Bonkers, I say. 

Now for the word of the day: vomit.

A rather unpleasant word, yes, but our whole gym smelt of it when we had P.E, so I think it's a perfectly valid word...

...That's it, people of the world, so bye for now and let's hope that I write again...(don't laugh)...

Have a nice life ;)