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Tuesday, October 28 - Well... life is interesting... yesterday I was researching... Biopolar disorder... it's really interesting... you have highs and lows and it leads to suicide in 20% of cases. Anyway... let me finish my post in point form (coz i'm sleepy and want to sleep): group website : shower tap ouch : story okay, work on actual writing a bit, sex scenes way too descriptive : use of the word dissipated earns brownie points : matrix 2 okay : depression sad : mitchie web : maths homework : weeks notice almot up : mum wants me to get a job : getting results back, okay so far, science not back though : mean wilson.k is here : He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his embrace. He kissed the top of my head and I heard him take a deep breath. "I thought you had left." He confessed. ~ *sarcasm* I think i'm gonna cry *end sarcasm* : Sorry Kath : Need dress : promise me you won't cry : needle in a haystack, coffin in a crowd : all signs point to yes : evanescence : dearest father : won't take long : I would kill myself but I want to go to LA. : should be sleeping Okay... confession time... Since I was a little kid there are two things I have always really wanted... you might find this weird so If u start thinking i'm creepy you might just wanna fuck off... now... anyway... 1) I always wanted to go to boarding school - To live at school with all my friends and hang around and stuff. I always thought that would be nice... 2) I always wanted to be dying - I have no idea why. But i've always wanted to be diagnosed with something so that i'd die, when I was young. I've always wanted it. And i've never told anyone. It's just how I am. Always attention seeking. Always cocky. Always stupid and ignorant. Always hating life and everyone in it, uncluding myself. Confessions over. "He looked like a dark angel with wild dark hair, and soulful brown eyes. It was the bright orange ruffled shirt he was wearing that had caught her eye and astounded her. Was he serious?" ~ Guess who it's describing. "Hair the colour of red wine and skin tanned to the colour of honey. A body that most super models would die for. Trim and athletic even if a trifle short . It hadn’t been till she had turned and looked at him that he had seen her eyes.....Eyes that seemed to continue to flash in his mind. The colour of cloudy jade, unusual in the way that they reflected what they saw rather then the inner workings of the person they belonged to, the only thing that had not fitted was her voice." ~ And we have our writer enter the story. crumble | 10:00 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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