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Monday, July 14 - Warning: If I were helani i'd skip most of this post... i'm bitching about one of our friends... plz dont tellI am upset... angry... and offended... and those who know me know that i don't get angry easily... although joy probably wouldn't agree with that... i got an email from a friend which offended me greatly... it wasn't u helani or u az or u Jj (I think i covered the onyl 3 people that ever actually read this)... just so u know... it was from someone else... and now I wanna bar them... but it's hard in the holidays... i'd block them from my msn contacts but i only have 3 msn contacts now... and they're not one of them... They said I made some 'mistakes'... meaning... they didn't like what I decided so they decided to change it... I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pissed... it's not fair that someone gets to bring something and everyone else doesn't... it's a double standard... it shouldn't matter than much anyway... how come we're onyl allowed one pair of shoes? Why can't we bring soft toys if we want to? It's just taking up our own space in our bags... and how come we're not allowed soft drink? I mean it's not that bigger deal... sure milk and water is fine with me... apart from the fact I don't actually drink milk... we're allowed juice and cordial too... bugger that i'm bringing ice cream... and what is stupid about wanting to bring pjamas? there's nothing wrong with them... god... get a fucking grip... we can't control these people... i mean... if they want to bring something they will and there's nothing we can do about it... so stick it... Camp Wilson is in two days... and I don't wanna go... i wonder if anyone would mind if i just didn't go... i could sit in my room and do my homework with the air con on and play on the net while they sit in the tents freezing to death... I told mum yesterday that I'm changing schools... she's pleased... I'm just sick of thinking about the decision... enough... so I decided... and I'm leaving... goodbye cruel world... mwahaha... Insults that wouldn't even offend a blind rat: : You look like a blind rat : what did you last eat? crap? : I bet you can't even count backwards from 10 : you're ugly and your mother dresses you funny : you're weird and unattractive : *sticking up rude finger* : buy me brandy randy. Jokes of the Moment: : I'm not stupid. I'm just french. : I'm not drunk. I'm just highly flamable <<----- I like that one!!! One day i'll email... I'll sit down at my computer and start writing... I'll write for hours... write about my life... about my friends and what I really think of them... about my family and what I really think of them... about my crushes... i'll write all my memories... things about everything I know about... every skeric of information in my tiny little head... it'll take years... but when I finish i'll be done... everything I know will be on the screen in front of me... i'll send it to a select few people I know... just the important people whom i think should know everything about me... then i'll kill myself... i'll stick my head in the oven like that author... or maybe I'll go for a swim in the ocean at midnight... or maybe i'll just find some sharp scissors... anyway i'll have everything down on paper and exposed for everyone to read... after i die... Poem ' walking down the street I see you ' walking in the opposite direction ' i smile but you don't see me ' it's like i'm invisible ' i'm blending into the backround ' while the people around me change ' colors, moods, attitudes ' but still I stay the same ' i try to walk through street lights ' through real big trucks and walls ' but nothing i do is good for you ' and you deserve it all ' i stumble down the stairs ' tripping over my own feet ' rolling down just like a clown ' and still you ignore me ' if I try to sail the ocean ' you're still not gonna see ' the love i have for you ' and the love you have hidden for me Whoa... i suprise myself sometimes... that's either complete crap or complete brilliance... i'll go with the crap for now... oh well... it's something to fill up blog space... I sent an email to 17 people... and I got 3 replies... and one was useless... one made me cry... the other made me angry... oooooooo... pick one... I'm tired... a comet the size of tasmania is headed straight to earth. I have built a bomb shelter below the hotel with enough room for the 8 of you and me in it. After the comet strikes it will be up to us to repopulate the world... blah blah blah blah... I wanna run away... I wanna hide... I wanna do anything else... I wanna sing... I really wanna sing... I wanna talk to someone about my ideas... I want them to help me... I wanna understand japanese... I wanna ride a motorbike... I wanna play the piano... I wanna watch a movie by myself in a completely empty cinema... I wanna throw a dart at a balloon full of paint... I wanna make a 3 course dinner for my friends... I wanna buy cutlery... I wanna design an outfit... I wanna make my own clothes... I wanna be a little kid again for a day... I wanna smile... I wanna sit out all night a watch the stars... with someone... I've decided to conveniently 'forget' to charge the video camera for camp just to piss kath off coz she wants me to bring it... it's too hard anyway... coz we gotta get it... and film and everyone'll want to use it... and everyone'll be silly and hide from the camera or pose... and it'll probably get broken or someone (could be me) will leave it on and the battery will die... so I'm not gonna bring it... I don't think it's fair... let me quote "oh and one more correction to wilsons email...people who are organising meals...wilson said to make sure you bring drinks but soft drinks are prohibited...its water or milk im afraid...cordial and juice is probably allowed but not soft drinks...."... that's what she wrote... now let me put what was in my email... "... if ur in charge of a meal don't forget to bring some drink..."... how the fuck is she correcting me? I told everyone to bring drink... i mentioned nothing about soft drink... fucking hell... she thinks she's gotta just fix everything I said and go over it just because she wants to... fuck her (actually i'd rather not)... but u know what i mean The fact that soft drinks were prohibited was on the list... everyone can read... and if they can read her email they can also READ THE FUCKING LIST!!!!!!!! Sorry... I'm just tired... I haven't been getting much sleep lately... to much homework and organising for camp wilson... I don't want it to be called camp wilson anymore... I don't want my name attached to a camp that I don't even want to go to in the first place... bloody hell... sorry again... just tired... Sorry to helani too if she read this... Plz don't tell kath im angry... i'll get over it... probably tomorrow... i'm just being jealous, bitchy, self-centered, assholey, prissy, and annoying... Ignore this entire post ppl! crumble | 8:32 pm
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DOB: 8th of October COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast FEELING:   
likes... buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story. 
 dislikes... bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely. |
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