Blink and You'll Miss It

So yesterday when I was on webcam with Dillie, she said that I looked older. Now I do a very good impression of a six year old, I must say. I kid, I kid. I look about 14. And I'm nearly 16, so really, I look alot younger than I really am, but she said that I was getting older.

So being me, I spent a bit of time staring at myself in the mirror, and you know what I realised? I am getting older. I'm growing out of my baby face, and I'm loosing the whole roundness thing. Sometimes I even look 16!

The thing that's a bit weird, is that until she mentioned it to me I didn't even consider the fact that I might be finally growing out of my childlish looks. I suppose I've just gotten use to it, because it's been like this for so long. I mean, I haven't changed since..well since I was about 11. That's a long time to stay the same. So when Madeline mentioned it yesterday, I took it for granted that she was kidding. Then I went upstairs and had a look in the mirror. It's true. My face is changing, it's gone more heart shaped than circular, and my nose is sort of...straighter. Inface, I look like one day I might just be an adult.

This is a difficult thing to get my mind around. Especially because I quite like the changes. I am torn between longing to stay a child, curiosity to see what I end up looking like, and a painful desire to pause time.

All this is futile of course, as I have no control over how I end up looking, and time will go on inevitably. I wonder when I'll peak, when I'll look my best. I wonder if I want to know. If I don't maybe I can pretend that I am still growing, and that all growing girls get wrinkles. I doubt this very much. I supose I shouldn't be worrying about that sort of thing. I should be worrying about exams. What's the point really though? It's not like it'll help to worry, unless I actually revise because I get so worried, and that is unlikely is it not?

It still irks me, that I'm changing and that not only did I not notice it, but there's nothing I can do about it. I don't know the rules of this odd game, when will I stop? How will I know what the finished product is? What if I suddenly look in the mirror and see someone else?

I don't suppose it's my job. Someone else can do it.

Gifted

Note to self. Megz singing OCADO ocado.com is the cutest thing I have ever heard in quite a long time.

Knitting is a heckofalot harder than it looks. I thought, as usual that I'd be making scarfs by...well now. But I can't do the simplest thing. I suppose that's what everything is like. I mean nothing is just natural.

It's funny, because one of the most common teenage obsessions is trying to find your hidden talent. Like you always think there's something that you are a natural at. I suppose the desire comes from seeing others around you who are good at things. Like natural musicians or artist. But then, here's the funniest thing, very few people are actually natrually talented. Any talents that people have come from practicing. It's like everything else, you have to put in lots of work and effort, before you can reap the benefits and the rewards of being good at soemthing. The problem is, when you realise that you aren't going to pick up a harp and be able to play like a pro, you normally loose interest. It takes a very interesting and determined type of person to persevere after they've failed. Sadly, I am not one of those people.

Instead, I still try everything I can, in the hope that I will find something that's easy for me. Some hidden talent tha has laid dormant for years, only to suddenly surface. The thing is, my choices are runnning thin. I posses no unnatural talents in anything musical, nor drawing, scultping or anything that falls into that category. I can't play sports all that great, the only thing I'm good at is dodgeball..and I'm good at the dodgeing part. I'm not particularly strong, or good at cooking, I can type pretty fast, but so can everyone else. I'm not like, the smartest person in the year, I don't have a talent for modern languages. I am not good at constructing buildings or entertaining children.

Infact, the only thing I'm half good at is lying. And isn't everyone?

*Hysterical Laugh*

*Creeps onto the computer*

Shhhh, I'm not online.


*Giggle*


Ok, I'm online, when I said that I was going to try and make something of my life, or something like that. I vaguely recall that the conversation blamed my lack of ...anything on my excess of internet.

Infact, I am expanding my horizons, I've rented all three LotR films and plan to watch them all during the holiday. I have also taken out a selection of books, including "Looking for JJ" and "The Lovely Bones" which I hope to read. If this does not entertain me I can learn some of the spanish vocab that I got off the AQA website. Taht should set me up nicely for my exams.

Once I've done all of this, I'm going to take up knitting.


Seriously, it's occurred to me that there is very little cooler in the world than knitting. It's so ironic. So I'm going to learn how knit, then sit in the library at lunchtime and knit. I'll try to keep a straight face, but it's going to be so funny!

Speaking of which I have decided that next non uniform day, I'm going to wear my uniform, but still give the money! It's going to be hillarious! I don't think anyone will get it though.

I shoudl really stop lying, but I'm so good at it! That's not a good thing. Yes.

At least I'm upbeat today. That's because I'm slightly hysterical. I might burst into tears, or burst out laughing at any moment. I think it's best if I do nothing.

I am actually feeling a little crazy today, I might be sick actually. This isn't very good for me, I mean, I might snap at ay moment. That would not be good.

The internet bores me, but I can't find the will to log off. What else is there for me to do? Nothing as usual. A big fat blob of nothing.


The next person who asks me why I don't go out much dies.

When there's nothing left to burn you must set yourself on fire

So when everyone leaves you, at least you'll still have yourself to confide it. The point is you have to make yourself someone that you want to confide in. When there's no one else to talk to you can always talk to yourself, if you want to. It takes a collosal amount of energy to talk yourself into any kind of sensible conversation. You can have a stupid conversation, but to create another person in your mind, to see them, and have them think something else to what you think, it's a very difficult thing to hold in your mind. Creating an imaginary friend is an even harder feat, you have to create someone from scratch. At least when you speak to yourself, you have yourself to start with, and you can just change certain aspects. And yet as children we all had imaginary friends, or claimed to. Whether or not we really did, we probably wont ever know. But why waws it so easy then? Surely we were children we had limited brain capacity. Did we cheat? Did we really just pretend to have an imaginary friend? The pit is bottomless as you can never, with complete certainty, relate something that occured as a child.

So the question I'm asking myself right now, is that have I lost something that I had when I was a child? I know I've lost my innocence, well that just happens, but did I loose my imagination? I mean, I have a pretty vivid imagination for someone my age, I can make up wonderful stories to get me out of trouble, and I can make up wonderful things to take my mind of other things. But then if this is true, when why do I find it so difficult to sustain another person in my mind? Maybe it's because I need the space in my mind to grow my own personality, there's just not room for two separate personalities in there. That's true enough, but surely I should be able to summon the strenght to keep a secondary character for a few minutes. Maybe I just lack the will power. That's worrying. It means that I don't see the point. Now I think of it I don't. I feel as though I've lost something that I ought to have had, I'm on the edge of a cliff.

I was able to thin of amazing things when I was younger, but I would hope that my imagination has refined itself so that I don't come up with ridiculous ideas that wouldn't work. So in refining, did I skim off some of the importants skills? Should I still be writing about mice turning into humans and dogs looking for balloons? I don't think so, but if it means that in that state of mind, I was able to concentrate on a wider spectrum and keep more ideas in my head at the same time, maybe I should have stayed like that.

It doesn't really matter though, because it's not as though I could go back, and if I did I don't think that anyone who reads my stories would appreciate it. I suppose that as my style of imagination to fiction changes, my thoughts change with it, and my ideas become more disciplinednm. It's entirely likely that this is good for writing and that all good writers have lost some of naive childish prose, but in the end they gained.

The fact that I can't conjour anyone in my mind except for me could reflect on anything. Maybe it's just that I've had a change in lifestyle, or a trail of thoughts has finally finished and I have' come to a new conclusion.

The most depressing thing is when you spend days, hours of you life moulding yourself a creation, maybe based on fiction, maybe based on fantasy, only to find you can sustain it for mere hours. Is it work it? And then the lonliness that comes after you've lost a friend that always knew how you felt.

Being a teenager isn't fun. You go through all these changes and it's not original in the least. You're exactly like everyone else, and yet you always want to stay apart. It's like we're all in a fog, and we're near a cliff, but we don't want to call out to each other, because we don't know if it would be so bad if we fell off.

They say that adolescances is an age of madness. I don't disagree. The worst part is you know you're mad, and you like it.

At least when you're all alone, you can talk to yourself.

Lipgloss and Yield Signs

There are problems, when your hair forms a triangle after you wash it. When you step out of the shower, and after giving it a once over with the hair drier, it vaguely resembles a slightly wavey egyptian pyramid.

So obviously I straighten it. I wouldn't do it if I thought it was damaging my hair, but it just can't be, because I have so much hair it wouldn't matter if it did.

Once you have the perfect hair, it's inevitable that you will have to find the perfect lipgloss. Whether or not you wear makeup, you should always, as appropriate, wear either lip gloss, or eyeliner. In this way, you can manage to look decent and tidy, withotu looking slutty. On suitable occasions, such as visiting the king, light foundation also might be applied.

A common problem is when a stray wind blows your perfect hair into your perfect lipgloss, which by nature is exceedingly sticky. Then you not only get a dollop of lip gloss in your perfect hair, but in some dire situations, you may end up with a clump of not so perfect hair leading to a not so perfect appearance. The solution to this common problem, is of course to keep your hair cut in a fashionable bob, leaving no strands long enough to reach your lips. Other, more natural methods include tilting your face sky ward, and blowing any strands that dare to enter within 3 cms of your lips. Unfortunately, there are always side affects. The former might cause neck problems, the latter might cause you to resemble a blowfish.

One of the greatest problems in life, is that no one knows enough about protocol. I imagine that if every household had a big book of easy access protocol guidelines, everything would be alot easier.
Think about it.
You'd never have to worry about being over dressed, or under dressed, you'd know whether it was rude to serve someone when they had already pointed out that they didn't want to be served.
The latter became something of a problem for me today.
I wont go into detail about who our guests were, sufice to say they arrived at an awkward time, when my mother was out, and due to our relationship, I was unable to entertain them. This lead to much problems, as they wanted to speak to my brother. My brother and I get on very well, and we make a good team when we speak to people, he provides the intellectual comements and I provide the comfortable small talk. In this way, we manage to charm most people. Unfortunately, when left alone, both of us make mistakes. I tend to go overboard, make inappropriate jokes and basically chatter about anything, and he tends to mutter, murmur and generally retreat into himself.

The question that arose, is that what do I serve. My mother wasn't at home, which led me to the task of being the hostess. I had already asked, and they had said they didn't want anything, but even if they didn't really want anything, it would be inhospitable if I didn't present them with something. Failing that, at least it would give them something to do, and stop my brother from being completely at a loss. But what to give them. They had already pointed out that they didn't want tea, so therefore giving them tea would qualify as a stupid thing to do, and possibly, they might take it as an insult. Tea was out of the question. Could I just present them with some water? But that was too bland. I couldn't just give them water, I might as well not give them anything at all. I decided that fruit juice was a good idea, but what kind? I supposed that mango juice might be a bit pretencious, and we didn't have much else, so I settled for good old orange juice. I had to open a new carton, else they would have had to drink that pulpy bit at the bottom, but I think it was the right idea. Now a new problem threatend to stop me in my tracks. As there were only two guests, and so therefore only two glasses of orange juice, how would I serve it. I could simply hold the glasses and go in, but that would be a little gaunche. Therefore I produced a tray, and after covering it with a doily, I placed the two glasses there. That was all fine and dandy, but it pointed out that it was a bit of a waste to get the tray out if I was only going to put two glasses on it. And even so, I could hardly give them a drink and no food. Food was another tricky issue. I couldn't fry them anything, and I doubted they wanted anything fried anyway, it would be far too heavy. I could give them chocolate, but what if they suffered from diabeties, or were simply dieting? It would certainly lead to awkward questions and therefore I avoided it. Biscuits maybe, but it had to be the right kind. In the end, I hit gold, and decided to give them a few dates on a plate.

After putting all of this on the tray, and balancing it quite well I thought, I presented it to the company, and left the room. Although they only ate one date, and probably only finished their drinks out of politeness, the fact remains that I had fufilled my duty and the host, and therefore I felt rather proud of my achievements.

Rather than tidy up the mess that my rather haste preparations had caused, in true teenage style I decided to leave it for my mother. Although now, rethinking that idea, as I w ill probably end up tidying it away anyway, and would recieve more credit if I were to do it without being asked. After much contemplation I have decided that maybe I should tidy it away. I'll do it in just a minute.

Today, another one.

What did I do today? Nothing. As I'm sure you wel know. I never do anything. I rarely leave the house, and when I do it's not to do anything interesting, nothing anyone else in my situation would to, and if it isn't it's only because they avoid embarking on such dull endevours.
I managed to completely blow minal off today, when she suggested meeting up in the holidays. I don't know why. I just did. I don't want to go and I don't know why. It's my fault.

I wrapped up my presents for my friends today, I can't wrap anything. I wrote their cards. My handwriting was barely legible. I bet they'll think I didn't put any effort in, but I did. I don't know why I couldn't write neatly, or use a bit more selotape. I bet their presents for me will be beautifully wrapped.

Mum suggested I take a friend to centre parks. I couldn't think of anyone I would take. My school friends would all get annoyed with me within a day, I'm constantly arguing with my friends from the circle, and I'm not surprised, I'm such a moody cow I'm shocked they don't just slap me. Even if I could take my internet friends I wouldn't. It's obvious that most of them don't like me. The conversations are so weak. I know they are getting bored of my whining all the time, and I have to stop, but I can't help it. I can help it. I'm just being selfish. I should be more cheerful. I bet in real life, they wouldn't be able to deal with say, ten minutes of my company. They'd be so bored and wish they'd never suggested a meet up.

Rob mentioned that I would be missing out on meeting him, Geo and Laura. I felt so bad that I didn't care. I'm not missing out, and they certainly aren't either. Everyone wins.

Adam and Meag are going out, that deserves a mention. I'm horribly jealous, because all Adam does is talk about Meag, but I suppose this is how he felt about Rob, but worse, because he liked me, and I only like him as a mother. Yes, he's my adopted son. Meag is super pretty. She has lovely blonde hair and a cute face. My hair is triangle shaped.

I have to go and play squash tomorrow, it's not going to be the most fun ever. I don't know. Knowing me I'll be really grumpy and argue with Kat, that'll just make everything perfect.

Actually, there is no actual arguing, just a ton of hard feelings and swallowing acid on my part. Because if I don't no one else will.

I'm on this new forum, full of like 24 year olds. That's me, in 8 years. How depressing. I almost hope someone shoots me. Almost. Maybe tomorrow I'll get hit by a car. I wonder what Ue will think. I hope they care. But they wont I suppose. No one on Ue even knows me any more. It's my own fault for not keeping up with the new members but I can't bear it.

That's all for now I think. Any more and I'll depress myself even more than I already have. Love and Peaches.

Ten Secret Facts About Me

They did this on Ue, but I was too shy to do it properly.

1. I'm shallow, but I hate it when other people are shallow.
2. I'm a snob, but I call snobbish people stuck up.
3. I yell at people when I get annoyed with them, instead of trying to work out why they are like they are.
4. I constantly blow off my friends invitations to feed my fears.
5. I can't remember the last time I was truly happy.
6. I feel like an idiot writing this, because any problems with my are self inflicted.
7. I'm constantly all dressed up with no where to go.
8. I hate offloading on my friends, because if I do, I think they'll dump me for someone cheerful.
9. I think crying is weak, but I cried in front of my whole class when we watched "of Mice and Men"
10. I hope no one reads this.

Attack of the guilt

So I felt pretty guilty for not updating my blog, what with the few people who do read it. Goodness knows why, nothing ever happens to me, and nor do I have any insights like some.
For example, Megz does loads, Luke goes to parties all the time, Dillie has all these thoughts, and I just sit here typing into a forum where no on knows the first thing about me.

It's all really quite weird when you think about it, that they would be interested in anything that little of me would have to say.


Now, some other weird things.

I'm going to be 16 soon. Not so soon I should start freaking out, but soon enough for me to start writing ballads to my carefree years. Although, I never really had carefree days after I hit 13, and some mean girl at school told me what sex really was. God, who can be carefree with that hanging over them? I don't know, I sometimes roll in my bed, cursing that girl. Is she fictional? Will you ever know?

I love reading fantasy. I am well aware that it's rubbish and that I should spend my time in more profitable endevours, but I still love to pick up a tamora pierce book and then sift through it for a few hours. I like it I suppose, because it's escapsim. Television, movies, books and the internet give me a nice steady diet of escapism and I couldn't do without it. Even when I'm dried of my normal addiction, by running out of literature, or being banned from the net, I sit in my house and day dream, or better yet, really dream. Dreaming is the best. Sometimes I wish I could sleep forever. When I die, I hope it's like that, just sleeping.

I've got to think about my future whatever the hell that's going to be. I mean I have to choose my A Level subjects, which is a whole big important thing, but I dont really know what I'm going to choose, and if I do, to what end. I don't have an aim yet. And what makes the whole situation worse? Everything I worry about, has been done before. Countless students have wailed about not knowing what their calling is. My lack of originality is applaing. Why can't I think of anything better? I don't know. I blame myself. It's not my fault.

I did fairly well on my mocks. All A's and A*s so long as you don't count my B in PE and who the hell would anyway. I see no reason for it to spoil my fun, PE sucks anyway. If I go up a grade in everything, I shall be a very happy bunny. I'm sort of afraid to dream. Too good to be true really.

I'm looking forward to my post sixteen evening. For those of you unfammillar, it's where they talk about what I'll do after I'm sixteen. I have to apply to sixth forms, and I have to find out my predicted grades. My predicted grades are going to kick ass. Call me evil, I want to beat Squizzymick.

No one in my history class knows what Hyper inflation is except me. How stupid is that. It's not rocket science. I probably should tone down the whole arrogance thing. What with the not shopping at Asda, looking down in anyone who plays sport, and staying inside the house all day, I really shouldn't be making fun of the people in my history class. Hyper Inflation is a really difficult concept to grasp. *Snort* Yeah right.

HALLO

Due to popular demand, my blog is BACK. And cooler than ever. Sort of. Ok not really. At all. In any way, shape or form.
Good news, this year, we are going to have lots of freaking out!! Hurray!
Bad news, this year we are going to have lots of FREAKINGOUT! NOOOOOOOOOOOo

So this weekend was eid. A very coool eid it was. Chances are, if you are reading this, then you know all about my antics, but to condense.
Friday night, party. 12 people, piggybacks, human pyramids, hide and seek, etc.
Friday night, sleepover. 3 people, mad babies.
Saturday morning, breakfast! 3 people, mad babies, lots of fooding
Saturday evening, dinner. 7 people, nice food, the ring two, mad babies, fireworks
Saturday night, sleeping. I AM NEVER WATCHING THE RING TWO AGAIN
Sunday all day, party. 100 people? Lord mayor, lots of bling, cool food, running around.l

And that brings me up to now! Hurray. Sadly, I have school tomorrow, and my mocks are imminant! I want to do super well as usual. Hmph. Chemistry test on tuesday. Arg. Lots to do! Ah well, I'll do it late at night. That's what being in year eleven is all about no?

Food Diary

To be different, I have done a food diary for today

For breakfast, I had Nesquik cereal, with orange juice
I went bowling, but was hungry so I got fish and chips from wiimpy
Then we finished bowling, and I had a buffet, so that was, a burger, a kebab, some rice, salad, chips and a bit of lamb I think, I'm really not sure.
Then my mom dragged me away, so we went to this person's house and ate some nice cakes.
Then I went home, and ate a yorkie. THEN I had a necterine.
I just ate that.
It was so good.

Same Old Same Old

Ok, today, I am really going to try to put a bit of myself into the blog entry, I'm going to try to be personal. Oh who am I kidding? I'm going to write the same sort of crap I always do.
Yes. So tody, I'm battling a cold. I think I'm holding my own a bit today. I mean, I can't believe I'm getting a cold, the second of the summer! I'm drinking hot beverages, and sleeping alot. I'm gong to sleep in a bit, and am about to have a coffee.

Urg, this always happens. I can't be bothered to finish. So who cares

Oh, Hi to Megz, who is sexy.

About Pies

I'm quite hungry this morning. I just had a pie. I'd like to have another pie, I have about five pies. I've just eaten a pie. It was very nice. I get my pies from the pie shop. It's rather close to my house. I go there every day, sometimes twice a day. Once, there was this time I didn't even leave the pie shop! I just kept buying pies all day long! Sometimes I get the pies delivered, but that cost extra money, and I could use that money to buy pies. Gawd I love that pie shop. I have to go now. I need to get something to eat. Maybe grab a pie. Whoa, I'm out of pies, I had better go to the pie shop. Toodles.

Um

I think I went a bit mad on my rage there. Appologies to all.

Soooo ORANGE

So todays, I dyed my hair. But itw as not alone of course. I had two trusted friends who did it. I wasn't really going tod o it today, because I suddenly decided I liked my hair, but then I thought, oh screw it I might as well.
Riaz and mom were out today, they were with the neighbours at Riaz's new accomodation.
Damnination, I just remembered that tomorrow MR Stupid SMITH has to come around and teach me stupid math.


Math is STUPID by the way. Just incase you hadn't picked up on that angle, I REFUSE TO DO WORK YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DARN YOU MR SMITH .

Good Morning Sunnnshine

Heylo everybody. Today is a good day. A bit of a boring day, but a good day because I am feeling HAPPY.

My brother wnats to know ifI am blogging so I said that I totally am.

Oho, some people have come around. my mom's friends. They have two children, I am going to frolic barefoot with them in the garden. I'll update properly later.

A Post for Adam

Lookie here! It's a whole entry for my buddy Adam. He's a little depressed right now. Then again, he always is! But be serious for a moment folks, this here comment is for Adam to feel happy, and to realise that I am not infact a murderer who is just posing as a little girl from Birmingham. I am in fact, a real girl from Birmingham. I know the fact that I often carry around sharp implements which appear to be coated in a red liquid have led several of you to wonder about my true identity, but be assured, the implements are blunted! And the red liquid is jam! Because I like eating my jam off sharp knives and the suchlike.


So now we have sorted that out, let's try and get Adam to be all happy.
Reasons to be Cheerful.
Life is fun! You should make the most of it. Just because the only way you can speak to super cool people like myself is by being on the internet, doesn't mean your life is sad, it means you are lucky, because you have a way to speak to said super cool people. Imagine some people, who may go their entire lives without so much as glancing at said super cool people. Believe it or not, some people will be this unlucky. Fortunately for you, you are not one of these people! You are Lucky Lucky Lucky.
Why else should you be cheerful. You should be cheerful because it's a good thing to be a hopeless romantic. Girls LIKE hopeless romantics, they do indeed.

Also, you should be happy that you live with Apes. Because this means you get to feel smarter than everyone else, everyday. And the chances are when you grow up someone who was a jerk to you now, will work for you! Hurray! Another reason to be happy

You should also be happy because your mom isn't constantly nagging you to get off the computer. GRAH. If she doesn't want to hurt her eyes, then SHE shouldn't use the computer.


That was a little offtopic. Basically, Adam should be happy and nice and everything. I'm going to put a bit of blogging here at the bottom. I'm missing Rob who is in Canada for unknown reasons...Luke is arguing with Jess which is a bummer. Jess is stressed. Anyway, talking to Tal who may read this so...yes, hello Tal. Sun's coming out i think. But it could be a lie.

For Minal Part Two

So Anyway, it's just this day we had ages ago. Back when you didn't worry so much, but you did worry about things that didn't matter. We'd been planning this thing for a while, even though it's more fun to do things spur of the moment, our parents weren't the kinds who would be enthusiastic about "Spur of the Moment" Activities. They liked to plan everything out, to the last detail, and if possible, cancel it because it's a) Too much trouble b)Too expensive c) Too much of a waste of time.

But we'd planned, and planned, and rescheduled. And now we were ready for our trip. We'd planned a trip to stratford, it was a cute place, and we'd wanted to go for a while. The plan was that we'd go there, and then we'd have a picnic, walk around, then my mom would drive us back. It had taken absolutely ages, because when I'd first asked my mom about it, she'd given me that "I Hope You Aren't Expecting This To Work Because You Know How Busy I Am" look, but I was having none of it. I was fed up of my mom being the only mom who couldn't take her daughter anywhere, which she totally is. So we arranged it so that Minal's mom would take us, drop us off, then my mom would pick us up.

For Minal...

I'm not going to write a whole long story or any crap like that, partly because the sequence of events I'm about to relate don't end up as a story, there's no moral and no adventure and no climax to speak of. It's just something that happend to me one summer, when life wasn't so boring and the world wasn't so cold

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Sigh, Ue is SO slow today. Just about no one is on. Possibly the most boring thing ever doncha know. I hate it when that happens. The problem is, that everyone seems to do things in their summer holidays. It's not really very summery, so not really summery enough to be doing anything anyway, but what I mean is, people are busy. Laura isn't online which is awful cause I really really want to talk to her. Jo is still in america which is dead evil. I wish she would come back! It's quite odd, Jo and I get on very well, I haven't got on so well with someone since, well since Laura. But Laura is always busy now, or she's at Luke's or she's with Luke. It's pretty much all the same thing.
At least this is giving me an oppurtunity to talk to more people. I now talk to Megz, Violet18, and SnicketChicket, even though I don't talk to them that much, some of them are really cool.
I started up my competition thing on Ue, and itlooks like it would be ok. At least it gives me a little something to do, as there isn't that many places to post on Ue right now.

Apparently, while I was away there was a huge blip and a whole lot of chaos. I feel bad that I wasn't there to sort it out, but I guesss it wasn't my fault, be being on a different continent to my computer.

I am wearing my "delilah" outfit for fun, because you know, it's fun. Riaz will probably come back and sigh at me, because I am wearing my Delilah outfit, but I like it so there.

Dillie finished my family's website, it's so cool! Alex and John both think so, and Alex and John rarely think that things are cool, so that's something of an achievement.

I think I maybe slightly addicted to hairspray. Speaking of which, I need to buy some more.

Today, I was hungry, so I ate the only ripe necterine, but then I was still hungry so I put the second necterine in the sun to ripen, while I at the first. Once I had finished the first, I was able to eat the second, do you see how that works?

I finally am eating some decent food. My mom and brother still aren't home yet, I made myself a burger and chips, but I couldn't find a bun so sadly, just with ketchup. The burger is very hot and I feel bad that I am eating fast food because even though I wont put on weight, I will still get spots and spots are evil. I must drink alot of water later. Lots and lots. See, I will, I will!

Cuddles is doing a crazy competition called the "Munchable Member of the Month" Which is cool, but I invented the name. I'm helping too! I voted for fricky cause she was feeling icky. That rhymes.

I take absolutely ages to write my blog entry you know. It's like those history essays, I do them just before I go to bed, but I start them as soon as I get home from school. Man this burger is spicy I need more water. And ketchup for my chips.

Laterz.

Copy Cat

I'm going to copy Rob and do one of those things where you describe people you know.

Kat: She's mad. And no doubt she'll take over the world. Starting with Russia.

Kim: She's so cool. And she has killer fashion sense doncha know?

Rob: I dreamt about him TWICE in a WEEK. Which must be a total new record or something. He's cool, from LONDON. But he doesn't HIYAH! when he Karatays D:

Rachel: She has such long hair. It's long I tells you.

Leonard: You smell

Laura: Where are you Laura? WHERE?

Madeline: You don't pronounce the E. It's not french. Anyone would know that.

Frickative: She doesn't really have myleen in the cellar. It's the wardrobe.

Nevermore: Ah, we both lost our minds at around the same time.

Luke: He should get himself a girlfriend

Matt: Is a cat.

Jozina: I miss her cause she is in the america.