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Friday, October 8 - omg, why did i just write that? so... its my birthday... so...i couldn't sleep last night... i just wasn't tired... so i was up pretty late... something made me think that i'd been up till midnight but i can't remember what... and i know thats not late or anything but i'd been lying in bed since 10:30... it was just annoying... anyway... i'm home alone again.. it seems that i've been home alone for the past week.. i mean my parents do come home... my dad was home just before but he went out... he's gone to pick up mitchie... and i would normally have come except for the fact that at some point... probably after he's home dad has to tell mitchie about Pop... so i'm going to stay away.. he's gonna be pissed that he wasn't told during the week... I got a card in the mail today... from school... daying happy birthday... which was really sweet... and it actually better than actually having to get it personally from the principal... which is kinda annoying i reckon... but i've avoided it successfully... since its my birthday i won't answer the phone today... remind me not too... because i hate it when people say HAPPY BIRTHDAY... because i find it annoying... for some reason... i know for a fact that mum hasn't gotten me a present... well i dont think she has... we went to the shops last night for really no reason... mum and dad bought some new cutlery... and they had dinner... i wasn't hungry... i really hate the food court... and shopping centers... they kinda freak me out... all these people i don't know... doing things i don't know about.. its kinda scary... and overwhelming... but i don't think i could live in the country... it would be nice... but i've never been an outdoor person... i never garden... i just don't like plants... i can deal with cats and dogs but i'm not good with the feeding and cleaning and all that... its terrible... and horses scare me a little bit... they're so big... and i don't wanna get kicked... my aunty got kicked by a horse... about 4 months ago... she got hit right next to her eye... if it'd been an inch to the left or whatever she would have been killed because it would have hit her temple... and if it was an inch to the right or whatever, she would have been blinded... It seems i like things that i can control... In my perfect world it would be very empty... empty from people... if i could i would live in a house... by myself... a far way away from everyone else... and i wouldn't leave the house much... i'd kinda be a hermit... that wouldn't be all that bad i don't think... sure i'd miss talking to people and all that... but really... you can't rely on anyone else but yourself... I've been reading a scary story these past couple of days... its a fanfiction and its freaking me out.. the chapters are quite short but there are like 90 of them... i think im in chap 40... its about a Murder Mystery weekend... and people keep dying.... and i keep hearing fucking noises outside the house... and im home alone again... which sucks... because im kinda terrified... so i won't move... my tv is on in my room... everytime i walk in there i check in my wardrobe and under my bed just in case someone is hiding in there... argh im pathetic... i'm so easily scared... i can't wait until i move out... i'll never leave the house after dark... i'll never drive alone in the dark... never catch a train... i'll just sleep through the dark... and if i die in my sleep, so be it. i think im bit more religious about writing in my blog than most people... well i supose mine has been going on for almost 18 months... its my blogs 18 month anniversary tomorrow... hehehe... the day after my birthday... didn't i plan that well... anyway... The VCR in my room works... perfectly... did i tell you that I got a VCR? from Strawberry Pop... after he died... i think i have written that somewhere before... anyway... i've hooked it up and it works and i can record and watch the prerecord... which is very cool... i've now got a stack of videos in my room and i've spent the second week in the holidays lying on my bed and watching movie after movie after movie... My perfect man: Han Solo hehehehehehe... someone asked me about my ideal man... i think it was Steph at her thingey... so this is my answer... finally decided... woooooooooo HAN SOLO!!!! He's just gorgeous... and he can fight... and he's a scoundrel (sp?)... and he does the right thing, saves the day, is stubborn... only interested in money... has a wookie... *sigh*... he's just perfect... Argh... the story is scary... people keep dying... and they thing there's a ghost... and Alex just got murdered... and argh... and they think its Elijah (see, fanfic) because he keeps being separated from the group when someone dies... wait... let me start from the beginning... The story is about Wendy and Charity... two best friends... they're both bitches with low bullshit tolerance, expecially from men... Wendy convinces Charity to go on a Murder Mystery week holiday... there they meet Alex, Luticia, Faye, Dan, Jon, Orlando (Bloom), Dom (Monaghan), Billy (Boyd), and Elijah (Wood). Fuck... i think we have rats... i mean i can hear something in the roof... and i actually know for a fact that we have rats... i hear them at night when i go to bed... gnawing through the beams that hold up our house... soon it'll go smash... hopefully i'll be in it... at least i hope they're rats... The phone is ringing... but i'm not going to answer it... because its my birthday and i don't want to... maybe its mum... phew... it's stopped... if it is mum she'll think that i've gone with my father to pick up my brother... and it wouldn't jave made any difference either... if i'd have answered she would just have told me to get dad to call her back when he gets home... meh... Hmm... the phone is ringing again... maybe i should answer it... maybe it's dad... leave a fricken message on the answering machine!!!!!!! And then maybe i'll call you back... duh! They did leave a message... it was somebody for mum... about Pop... so remind me to tell mum to call her back... but you see if i'd have answered i wouldn't have been able to say anything... just that she should call mum later or something... So anyway... back to the story... i think i'm forgetting about a character... oh year Sara... So we've got girls: Charity, Wendy, Alex, Leticia, Faye, and Sara Boys: Dan (sleeze), just heard another noise... and i dont think it was from the tv... im really spooked... i hope im not going to die today... because i'm only just 17 years old... i mean sure, its a fair while to have lived and i've had a great life... but there are so many things left for me to experience... argh... so back to the story... Dan (sleeze), Jon (quite nice), Orlando, Billy, Dominic, Elijah (all famous movie stars)... to cut it short Charity falls in love with Elijah and Wendy with Billy... even though they hate men, they learn to trust them and both get laid on the second night in the house... talk about moving a bit fast... anyway... so now people keep dying... it started with Faye and Leticia, because they are bitches... then Sara and Alex... so now people are suspecting Elijah of killing everyone... so Charity has just run off by herself because she's in love with him... my chest hurts... nevermind... anyway... they're locked in the house because its surrounded by big bushes and stuff.. and the only gate is locked... and bolted and all that... the phone line has been cut... and none of their mobiles have reception... so they're all screwed... just before Alex died they were exploring the 3rd floor (where nobody had been before), and Charity found photo and a journal that has writing in it about ghosts and stuff... about people dying here before... Now i am inclined to think this entire experience is part of the 'Murder Mystery' except for the fact that they actually wrapped up Leticia's body in sheets and put it in the cottage... so i was thinking they could all be faking... or maybe they could be in a movie... but i'm not sure... its kinda terrifying... i'm considering coming online on msn just so i can talk to people and not be so scared but i dont want them to say happy birthday... i wonder if Charity is going to die... mwahahahaha... its kinda addictive... i must keep reading although i'm terirfied... only 50 more chapters to get through.. i'm not even half way and i've been reading for days... argh... Dan just went off to find some rope... he is going to die... maybe it's Charity... Charity and Wendy... they've been stirring things from the beginning... it would be confusing... fuck... the phone is ringing again... let it ring... although it is very loud and kind of creepy... i wonder if it's my mother... maybe it is... maybe it's my father... it just stopped.. bout time... wonder if they're going to leave a message... doesn't sound like it... why don't people like leaving messages? I mean i don't like it much... i generally hang up... i just heard the front door move... now i hear footsteps.. fuck fuck fuck... my parents would be very disappointed if i died on my birthday... okay.. coming online on msn.. at 2:04PM... seee... two people have said happy birthday... already.. I need my dad to get home quick... i'm scared.. and when he comes home he'll bring my brother... and my brother may go into his room.. or he may and go watch Stargate... and although i've seen the first episode twice and the second once i'll watch it with him just for the company... if dad takes the computer... i want dad to come home!!!! Keira was making fun of me before... cracking jokes about Priests... :p... it's not my fault... anything religious scares me... i mean churches are so creepy... 4 months ago... I was sitting in the tree reading my book... and a car pulled up outside... and a man walked in... but he couldn't find the door... he walked right passed me too because i was above his eyesight... so i called the home phone on my mobile and told dad to go outside and meet him.. he was a Priest... or a Reverend... or somethingorother... he did all the talking at Pop's funeral... all he really did was summarise this thing that Uncle had written... i knew because dad had asked my to type it up for him... Okay heard a car door... and the bin... its okay... it's dad and my brother... i had a look outside and they were sitting at the table in the garden... i think dad told him... mitch just walked past... ---- later---- So... i'm home alone again... dad and mitchie came home... mitchie went for a walk down in the bush... dad stole the computer off me... i watched the end of my movie... its now 3:22 and i haven't eaten anything since my cinnamon scroll mum gave me for breakfast... i'm cooking fish fingers... dad and mitch have gone to Nan's... Dad wanted me to go... but i didn't want to... he said "I'll leave it up to you, but its the right thing to do"... yeah... like thats leaving the fucking decision up to me... i mean seriously... if i don't want to go to my Nan's house, be overwhelmed with sadness and cry alot on my birthday i'm fucking not going to... sorry... i build up my rage... actually i don't think i really get that angry... i get sad more than i get angry... i'm burning fish fingers... argh... i'll check on them in a minute... so this has been the best birthday in the world... got woken up before i wanted to be woken up... my sheets had all gotten confused during the night... so they were falling off my bed... ive been home by myself for most of the day... today was the day my dad told my brother that my Pop had died... so i didn't get to talk to my bro... coz he went walking in the bush... i haven't seen mum since this morning... ive been watching crappy movies and tv... i feel sick... i'm tired... maybe i should go to sleep... i would have been going to the beach but my friends went yesterday and i didn't know... I just pulled something off my head and i want to know what it is... I dropped it so i can't find it and i can't see the lump on my head because its too far back... i hope its not half a tick... coz that would just suck... So... lets talk about ponies and puppies and lollipops... my hair is still straight... i straightened it properly ages ago... and its still straight... but i should really wash it tonight... and straighten it when its dry tomorrow... or maybe i could cut it all off... because that's what Pop was always telling me to do... argh this is fucked... I know... im swearing a lot more than i do in real life... but don't worry... i'm still innocent... i don't actually saw swear words much... only on occasion... sometimes they slip out... i find it much easier to write them though... its just quicker and all that... Look... there's a lady walking a dog... or is the dog walking her? We never used t take bingo for walks... he had a huge yard to run around in... but maybe we should have taken him for walks... he took himself for walks sometimes... got hit by three cars in his time... broke his spine or just about at some point... but he could still walk so im doubting that he actually broke his spine... I've just been scrolling up... now this is what you call a blog post... its long... its informative... its basically drivel... mwahahahaha... I'm seeing things again... i'm reading the story again... maybe i should go and watch some Gilmore Girls videos... I should really write our Dirty Disney script... it's 4:02... I've gotta stop reading this fucking story... im terrified... now Jon has gone missing... and they can hear something in the attic... and they're going down to the basement to try and find another way out of the house... and its just gotten dark... omg... argh.... im terrified... and there's a good chance my family won't be home until late... im such a wimp... i probably deserve to die a horrible and painful death... omg... why did i just write that? The doorbell is ringing but i don't want to get it... scared of the priests again... now im hearing real noises... might be from outside crumble | 1:59 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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