Oh gosh, that is just, like, so fung shui

I went bedroom furniture shopping. A new chest of drawers and bedside tables are on their way on the 14th. I am hopefully getting my floor put down tomorrow, and the shelves on friday, so hopefully my room should be getting it's arse together sometime soon.
I suppose I do apologise for the slagging off of Laura, Harriet. Since you mention it, it is rather childish to stoop as low as she did and slag off former friends on the internet. It wouldn't of course be the first time, I remember a certain insident on CC where Laura was slagging others off from school, and that is just not nice.
So I shall not stoop to that level again.
For a while.

I watched 24 hour party people last night. Steve Coogan is a funny man.

I smell Vanilla. Are you burning?

Wimp. Now I am one of you. But I can't speak your language.

The poetry that flows through my veins is errupting in mucus. Come and eat my snot! Be a part of the poetry world!

Nike TM's. Burberry please. And can you beat me now, it'll save the chav's a job.

We're S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G..... We're shopping!

The Burberry Bashers are coming your way, President Bush.

Signing off now, kiss my arse.
xxx

I think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure. Thank you stranger, for you're therapeutic smile

I'm light headed and I can't feel my toes.
What a wonderful day!

I've been varnishing. This oak colour onto my shelves for my walls, and accidentally over most of my walls. Another paint job I do believe, Mr Washington.

I had my psychology exam yesterday. The most Bitchy exam ever. And I would like to say that I think I passed, and I do, but I think it was a bit too easy, so I think I failed.

Damn kids next door keep losing cricket balls in our garden. Like I have nothing better to do than keep leaving my fumey room to venture into the great outdoors (back garden) and collect their stupid cricket balls.

I've got mass amounts of varnish on a brand new pair of jeans (bought yesterday). They cost £57, and now are, I suppose, unique.

I want a lover I don't have to love.

Stop it. Stop it. Just stop it.

Feeling to toes has returned. They are itchy. I got told off this morning for chewing them. I suppose it's not pleasant.

I just heard a song by the big eyebrow boy from busted. You know what, why don't they just stick to what they are good at? Carving clogs from lamposts, or whatever it was they became famous for.

Opinion mind. Anyone who likes them, take no offence.

Don't you love it when people say
'No offence'
Because they so obviously mean
'Take offence from whatever I am about to say you ugly trollop.'

It's funny cos thats what I mean when I say no offence.
Totally no offence though.

My head itches, I think I have fleas.

Just call me Calgone, and now i'm off to join the circus.
TTFN
Thump that fucking Nanny
xxx

I'll shoot the next pigeon that flies past my window. All, of course, for sport!

My head is aching and my mind is totally wrecked.
Actually I'm pretty damned amazing today.
Although I did pretty much nothing. I went to school for some psychology revision. But thats about it. My General exams went ok, yesterday. They were pretty easy, although I probably failed. Not that I really care, of course.
I got my new bed today, although I can't sleep on it until my floor are put down in my room.
Which will hopefully be next week.
I've not got much to say. and I hope my worldly sense of amazingly funny humour returns some time soon.
I remembered my epiphany (??). It was something to do with a job, was it not? But again I think it's slipped my mind. Curses. This is why I'm gonna fail my exams. I can just about remember how to spell my name.
Jesus.
Not really. Thats a stage name.
Like Elton John.
Shakin' Stevens.
And Michael Jackson.

Why does everyone have to be so fucking pissy all the time?
I mean, seriously, how annoying is it to hear someone complaining about their life, when what they are complaining about is not even worth it?
And then when you try to help them, they throw the help straight back in your face.
And for once I'm not even talking about Laura.
It's really stupid.
Do you not think that other people have been through a hell of alot of worse things than what you are going through now?
And sure, some of them are pretty damn idiotic and try to do drastic things, but then most people learn to cope. And they don't throw help back in other peoples faces.

I don't feel like this now, and thanks to you I've gone from being in a pretty good mood to being in a pretty shitty one. I do hope you are happy with yourself.

Thinking back actually, most of that could be for Laura too. Seriously? Dude? Get over yourself. Nobody is bullying you. Nobody ever was. Personally I've been through worse things in my life than loosing a few friends, especially for things that I did wrong.
Did I start a blog and start slagging them all off?
Did I try to write in a poetic manner that made me look like a fucking nonse?
No I bloody well didn't.
But didn't I go through a hell of a more traumatic experience than you have been through?
I'd say so, yeah.
So fucking get over yourself.
What do you think the world revolves around you?
Think again.

You mean to say I can't fly?

I hurt my back today. It really hurts. I dunno why. I was just walking and whamo. I'm in pain.

I'll live. I've got my General Studies exam tomorrow.

Woo-Bloody-Hoo.

Seriously my back hurts.

I've been putting up my psychology posters today, in between whincing in like, total agony.

Haha.

Doesn't hurt that bad.

I went to see my brother yesterday. He gave me his old phone to give to Rachel.

It rained horribly yesterday when we were in Brighton, chucked it down.

Me and Paul looked like a couple of drowned rats. Hannah was perfectly preserved, however, what with having a coat with a hood and an umbrella.

My room is finished now. I'm getting my bed on tuesday but i can't put it in my room until I get my floors done.

I've lost all of my sarcastic witt (that I believe that I have) because of the pain in my back. I hope it's gone for tomorrow. How sucky would it be to be in pain during an already painful exam?

And I'm cold.

What a shit day.

Especially because the F1 didn't turn out quit how I'd like it, with Trulli 1st, Alonso 2nd and Michael Schumacher quiting from the racing world all together, but hey, we can't have everything, and if we did we'd be spoilt, greedy and smelly, like bisexuals without all the sugar.

Nothing, of course, against Bisexuals. Lovely people. Honestly. Now Lesbians in denial.... Lets not get into that.

Just like Michael Parkinson, I too love the smell of Latex in the morning.

This is Michaela Rourke.
Peace out my Bitches.

Now all that is out of my system...

I'm glad I have that whole 'I hate *you know who*' out of my system. For the moment.
I can't get into school for the psychology afternoons because my nan is working, so I'm having to revise at home. I have exams on monday and thursday next week, and a Graphics exam on the 7th.
I think the only one I'm remotely bothered about was Art and that was a ages ago and went crap, so now I'm screwed. I wouldn't mind doing half well in Psychology though.
Oh well. Who really cares if I don't? What am I going to do in my life that involves psychology?
I had an epiphany *??How the hell do you spell that??* the other day. An absolutely brilliant idea of what I can do with my future that does not involve being a tattoo artist, Piercer, or anything to do with Psychology. But I seem to have forgotten it. Bugger.
I wouldn'y mind being a piercer I suppose.
Tom says if I get a tattoo it'll turn me into a bloke or something.
Or if I get anymore piercings for that matter.
What does he care?
Oh yeah I forgot, He's going to be my only friend at this rate, so I better keep him sweet. Wasn't that how it went? Something like that.
I'm alot better now I've got over my little cold. And the month of migraines. And of course that little thing where I passed out and fell down the stairs.
But then again the migraines always come back when I'm at school. I don't think it's tension or stres or whatever. School doesn't stress me.
People stress me.
School doesn't.
Which reminds me I should put up those posters I made for Psychology revision.
And another thing. I saw the best T-shirt the other day that I wanted to buy. It said Pop Princess on the front. And it was pink.
I didn't get it. I'm not a fan of pink. I wouldn't have worn it
I would in black, or blue. Or brown. Or possibly red or grey. But not pink.
And another one I saw at the same time read
'I don't ask to be the princess but if the crown fits...'
I'd love to design t-shirts.
I'd so make my own. And be like the best person like ever. I'd have an array of Pop princess t-shirts. In glitter, of course.
I'm not really in a good mood today. Not that it matters telling you because you can't do anything about it, except accept the things i say with a GODDAMN SMILE.
:)
There we go. Happy Happy Joy Joy.
Crap.
Oh and I so know what I want for my birthday already *november 21st (I'll be 18)*
I want 2 Beret's. One black. One raspberry. Not because of the song.
And I want something else that I don't remember what it is.
Curse this shit memory of mine.
I wanna go to the sea life centre too. How wonderful. They have a penny press. Although it costs more than a penny. 51p I do believe. RIP OFF!
I wouldn't mind a few things from Jeremy Hoye either. But thats a bit expencive.
I wouldn't mind a new tongue bar. Or nose studs. Or maybe even a nose ring. Very small one. Just to spite my brother.
I'm talking way too much aren't I?
You know what I wanna see. Bum Fights. There are like 3. But I wouldn't want to buy as it as I may not agree with it. It's a bit mean. But I'm curious.
So like I'm cold now.
Bye Bye

What a Hoe!

I've been painting my room!

YAY!

It's like chocolate and walnut. Looks really yummy.

Well I do believe that Laura has got rid of her blog.

What a shame-diddly-ame!

I've got all the mean things she said about us on my school account though, so if i can print those out when we are back at school we have a copy of it all.

How childish of her to delete it, and, for that matter, not to respond to all the things we said in it. I would have responded. It's the least she could do after putting me in her Hell list. I guess I am just the worstest ever person in the whole entire world.

I feel bad.

LIAR!

I feel great.

Cept i have a cold.

So I actually feel pretty wank.

But in, of course, a good way.

YAY.

Exam on Monday.

Crap.

I hear Laura looked totally rough yesterday during her general exam.

Oh deary deary me.

And Now To Heaven

So now I think I shall make a heaven list. For wonderful people to pass beyond the golden gates in the clouds.

1. Donna Amanda Guyer because she just rocks
2. Rachel And Emily Because they equally deserve to go to heaven
3. Tom Fuller because he has his moments
4. Other FRIENDS (NOT LAURA SQUIRES)
5. People Who Can Fly
6. People Who Can't Fly (WHO AREN'T LAURA SQUIRES)
7. People Who Are Religious (NOT LAURA SQUIRES)
8. People who aren't religious (NOT LAURA SQUIRES)
9. Apples
10. Sour Apples
11. All Apples
12. Beetroot
13. People Who Have No Eyes

If You Are Reading This I probably Hate You...

Right. Let Me Introduce Myself.

I would start with my name but I don't remember it.

I HATE it when people are crap. Y'know?
Like When They Suck Like Totally Beyond Belief.
I swear any other posts I will make will be about things, and I so will mention names, because LAURA SQUIRES sent me to hell.
That means nothing to you, right?'
Well LAURA SQUIRES has been writing about me and a friend on HER blog. Slagging us off mainly. Apparently I am like the worst person in the world to her. As if.
And Jesus was not a bad man!
What is your beef with religion?
What the hell are you? Pagan? Is that not a religion?
And how can you hate people you have never met before?
And that counts for someone else too. I still like you, but how the hell can you hate Wayne Rooney's Girlfriend?
Do you even know her?

Back to the religion thing for just a second. If you are going to be a religious person, no matter what the fucking religion is, you should learn to respect other people and their religions, because that is one of the main teachings in many religions, and is just common sense.
Do you want even more people to hate you?

Welcome To MY Hell

People Who Lie About Being Lesbians
Circle I Limbo

People Who Lie
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

People Who Backstab
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

People Who Are Lazy
Circle IV Rolling Weights

People Who Flatter Themselves By Thinking People Actually Would WANT To Talk About Them All The Time. As If!
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

People Who Are Prejudice Towards Religion
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

People Who Copy
Circle VII Burning Sands

People Who Create Hell Things In A Stupid Attempt To Make Themselves Feel Better About The Fact That They Are Crap
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

People Who Slag People Off On The Internet
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell