Having a terrific day?

Over 1 billion people live on less than $1 a day


30,000 people die a week from preventable poverty related causes. that's 1.56 million a year

So, do you still think your life is so terrible?

I'm taking the next two days off school. I'm actually feeling extremely depressed at this particular moment in time and I just want some sleep and some time to settle my mind.

I'm sorry, but I'm no problem solver. I never said I was. I can barely listen to your problems, let alone answer them all.

And then I tell you I'm feeling down, and you make me feel worse.

You know? I know you want to think the world revolves around you. But I'm sorry, there are billions of people worse off.

Tom is still a cheating Dildo

Tom is over.

He just will not leave.

I kicked him out.

And then he broke my window and climbed through the toilet.

Why won't he go home?

Anyway.

I'm gonna watch big brother.

Bill Gates is my new obsession. He is fun. I want to meet him.

I'm kind of shell shocked. I just heard Richard Whiteley died.

Me and Tom watched Countdown once. I won.

He was only 61. I think he had pneumonia.

Thats really sad.

Tom is a cheating Dildo.

Tom cheated at Cluedo. I don't care what he says, he cheated, and you CAN cheat at Cluedo, ask Tom, he does it. CHEATER.

And then he had the nerve to tell me that I cheated by making him cheat.

What?

I have come to the conclusion, with the help of Catherine, that Bill Gates is neither Gay or Dead. In actual fact he has a few children (maybe) No, of course that He couldn't have children and be dead. I do hope he isn't, because I would like my computer to continue to work at an amazingly brilliant rate (as long as it's better than Tom's hunk of junk)

Tom and Rachel have got me into Big Brother. KILL VANESSA... She's slightly on the boring side. Craig is wicked, as is Derek and Makosi. Damn you evill people for getting rid of Roberto (though I didn't vote)

Everyone else is a little too ah for me to mention.

So on to my weekend. I spent it at Tom's with Rachel. Me and Rachel cackling our heads off to Takeshi's Castle. Tom doesn't really get it I don't think. He doesn't think outside of the box...

We ate chocolate. I had buttons and a chomp. I'm high on sugar i guess. I dunno. Damn this non-sweet-food eating person that I've become, the tiniest bit of sugar gives me a head rush.

On a more serious note, My feet are cold. STORM YESTERDAY!!! I DIDN'T DIE!!!


I'm not sure what to say anymore, cept of course my words of wisdom...

Don't eat it if it's been on the floor under the sofa for more than 3 years, unless of course it's still growing.

Bye Bye

xxxx

I just got really kind of tedious after that...

Ok i'm in school and I'm bored. Rachel just left a loving message on Laura's DevianArt account. Under my screen name. And now she's just figured out that she's actually bunking her lessons to slag off Laura.

Odd'n she is.

She's got a grammer thing going on. Gemma and I, not ME and Gemma. Poo you, Rachel.

He he.

Mythbusters. Like brainiac but smarter. Brilliant.

RESTAURANT.

Random or what?

I don't have much to say except LAURA SQUIRES IS CRAP.

And that is only because you got me in trouble for no reason, then admitted to me it was for no reason and didn't get me out of trouble, you SKANK.

I'm not a Pheasant Plucker, I'm a Pheasant Pluckers Son
I'm only Plucking Pheasants til' the Pheasant Plucker comes.

Rachel is not a pleasant fucker!

Signing off now to giggle my arse off.

xxx

To tell you the truth, I like it that way.

I'm in a happy mood and I want to talk about things that I like at the moment.

Today I like lots of things.

I like reading my book about dreams.
I like Conor Oberst's sexy voice.
I like water.
I like my new bedroom.
I like System Of A Down.
I like the poem I wrote yesterday (will put on here when it's properly finished)
I like Andy Roddick.
I like to be left alone to do what I want to do.
I like every little voice.
I like to do things my way.
I like the way my mind works.
I'd like to let Rachel on the stage at my dream Job to sing 'All by myself', but some red flashing light in my head is telling me NO...
I'd also like my skin to be a little paler. Damn these Italian roots.

To explain everything a little more, I wrote a poem yesterday. It's about an obsessing that a girl has over her ex lover. I'd like to think it's really intense, but it still needs work. I'll deffinitely put it on here when it's intense enough.

And NO it is not from personal experience.

And if I haven't mentioned it before I would like to work in a place.

I can't be bothered to explain. Not many people would understand it. I'll say this. There will be coffee. And live music, poetry and stories. No crap live music. I can live without shit.

And reading that back I sound really fucking odd.

But in the wrong ways.

I'll be off now, that Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat is after me.

I love me.

xxx

All in a days work for a teenager.

I feel like I'm going to cry.

Nan's just started on me again, 3rd time in about 2 weeks. Stupid arguments about nothing. She started shouting at me so I walked away and went to my room.

I'm not in the mood for an argument. I've been feeling quite down lately anyway.

So I'm laying on my bed, reading a book when she comes in shouting at me again.

'When you are ready to calm down...' yaddy yaddy yadda.

Me? Calm down? I was never not calm. She's the one who started shouting at me. She's the one who then followed me upstairs and shouted at me again whilst I just took it.

And then she'll tell my brother. She'll tell him that we had an argument. Then he'll tell me not to argue with Nan.

Who's arguing?

I just sat there and took it.

So then there'll be two people angry with me.

Which makes me think back to two years ago when my Uncle decided to have a go at me for something that wasn't my fault. I guess I must be a troublemaker.

I don't see my Dad for long enough for him to be angry with me. I see him for an hour a week. On a Wednesday.

I miss my Mum so much. Since she died I just don't feel like I belong in this family at all.

Since she died everyone takes everything out on me.

I know I used to argue with her too, but at least then it wouldn't be over stupid little things. And all of our arguments ended with a cuddle and an apology.

I can't wait until I leave school, so I can get a job and move out.

Tell Me Stranger, Do You Want A Lolly?

I'm cold and I've been ill recently. Today I feel better though. I've been putting books, CD's and DVD's on my new shelves in my room. They're holding so far *Fingers crossed*

Stupid Canadian Grand Prix isn't on until 5.

Floor man is coming on tuesday, so are my chest of drawers and bed side tables, so i'll be spending most of the next week assembling my flat packed bedroom.

I'll be glad to get my floor down, this one is gving me splinters.

just a few weeks left before I go on my cruise. I'll be leaving that damn school for the last week an they won't see me until after the holidays. Best of all I want have to see a certain someones goofy grinning face.

I'll be missing Tom's and George's birthday, so I'll have to get both of them presents when I'm away. Nice ones from all over the Baltic.
Finland for Tom, I guess. Something to do with the Rasmus maybe. Something written in Finnish.
George, god knows. Maybe some chocolate or something from some place. Russia maybe.

Man I'm screwed.

I'm try ing to do these stupid windows updates which have been taking a grand total of 45 minutes so far. It said 15 when I clicked on go. Stupid Windows. Stupid Gay Bill Gates.

Or was Bill Gates Microsoft?

Who cares. Either way he's horrid.

So who is Richard Branson?

He made something, right?

I'm asking too many questions. It's not like you are going to answer me.

I feel another Migraine coming on.

Nothing works. That stupid Chinese remedy did for a few days, but then it just stopped, and I don't like taking 270 little pills twice a day. Especially when the bloody well remind me of Tea.

Is there a name for the phobia of Tea?

The drink, of course, not the meal.

Because if so, I have it.

I'm listening to Bob Dylan.

And I'm utterly Frozen solid.

Lay Lady Lay.

Is that long enough an entry yet? tough shit, I'm cold and broken and going for a batwich.

The books just fell on the Jesse.

He's so gay.

Goodnight and God speed.

xxx

Did you just call me Ignorant? Because I'm not entirely sure I understood the question.

All my exams are now finished with. Bout bloody time. Graphics was on the 7th, which was Tuesday if I'm not mistaken. That kind of sucked at the same time as it being just totally fucking easy.

I so failed.

So I put a few pictures on my DeviantArt account. Some of Mr. Jesse James and Miss Emmie-Emm.

www.necrophagia.deviantart.com

I hope your hair falls out. It's of such poor quality. And the fact that you dye it black makes it more obvious. And the fact that you seem to be growing it just makes me cackle, not, of course in the 'witch' way that you do, but in the 'laughing at you' way that I do. It's just unfortunate when people are crap.

Of course when I dyed my hair black I looked just lovely, because of course it was me, and I look just stunning no matter what I do.

Which reminds me I need my roots doing.

Which, of course brings me to another point. Why do people copy?

I guess it makes sense if they would copy to be accepted. But, the people that we hang around with accept individuality.

So why bother?

It doesn't make you clever.

It just annoys people.

But then again, Tom thinks this certain person is too sexy for his/her clothes*

Bless the blind fool.

Speaking of blessing.

Religious racism is now a criminal offence I do believe, either that or they are trying to make it one.

So, if you think you slagging off Chrisians is cool, think again. It's horrid, but then again I thought that to begin with. Which is strange, because apparently you are religious yourself.

Paganism, by the way, is a religion. And I don't know much about it, but surely Pagans are taught to respect other religions. And if not, they should be.

So now I'm bored. I'm going to go play with traffic.

You're days are numbered, Mr Bond.

*Tom wasn't being serious. He has taste.... Never mind.

About my day, so far...

Two ladies who appreciate a hard-working drug dealer decide to come and hang out with you for a while.
Yes my Bitches. I have myself two whores!

Downtown;
New area labs are producing cheap acid.

*Buys Acid*

Bought for 193
Sold for 3994.

Just a little profit made.
*sniggers*

You were mugged at a stop light.
Grrr. Must buy gun.

Buys pistol for 3000.

Funds: 16764

Sells last of acid for 3750.

Funds: 35514

Two ladies who appreciate a hard-working drug dealer decide to come and hang out with you for a while.
Four whores.

Sell two for 6159 each.

Funds: 47832

Two ladies who appreciate a hard-working drug dealer decide to come and hang out with you for a while.
These bitches just won't quit.

Tijuana;
The Cops are after you.
You attempt to run.
You got shot in the ass.

Hollywood;
The Cops are after you.
You chose to fight.
Wow! Nice shot!
Looks like bacon for breakfast.

The Cops are after you.
You attempt to run.
You got shot in the ass.
GAME OVER.

WHAT???

Shit happens and I am EXTREMELY angry with you

I really hate some people who are just weak. People who don't fight their own battles. I've got nothing against people who don't actually retaliate when something is done to them first, those people are strong people. I am not one of those people. I retaliate because that's what I was taught. We're all irrational bitches in our family.

But people who start something themselves and then when they are confronted about it, they don't justify what they have done. People like that are weak. Weak beyond belief.

You make my brain boil. And not in a good way.

It's been such a fucking wicked day. We went to Ikea. The best place on earth to buy cheap crap that doesn't just look cheap, feel cheap and smell cheap, they taste cheap too! Not that I went around licking all of the furniture I saw there. That would just be not normal.

I bought stuff though. Candles mainly. Because they didn't smell that cheap. Vanilla and coconut.

So you want to move back to Suffolk to become a Clown, eh? Don't let the door hit you on the face on your way out. Actually, do. It might be interesting viewing for the men in black.

Oh golly. You know what I just remembered. Our film! We were going to make a film about something.
Honest to God I don't remember what though.

Maybe I should write some poetry now.

I call this one, Under my umbrella.

Under my umbrella I am always dry.
Until it gets a hole.

That is copyright, bitches. Now I know how very amazing it is, but you just cannot take it and use it for your own. It's a part of me. My phlegm, scum and bruises went into writting that, so think twice, autopilot may kill more people than it actually harms.

Just call me Nancy and watch me fly through the sky like a wet balloon on springs.

On recieving this award I would just like to say a big thank you to all the people who helped me to become the person that is me. This is for you, me.

No matter what you think, or do, or say, everything turns grey.