i knew my dad was insensitive but not to this extent...

Jason and the Argonauts...the American version...pronounces a heck of a lot of names wrong...getting on my nerves...on the other hand my dad gets the joke that Hermes/Mercury drinks much Red Bull =P yaye! a non-classics person/geek finds it funny =) *shuts up*

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? random uncle's need to stop turning up at our house...my uncle mike's just appeared...hmmmm i shall return to my pasta in a mug...

i'm sure my parents keep buying me diet coke so i get caffiene without drinking coffee...because they don't like my coffee intake...GRRRRRRR however diet coke has minimal calories so i'm not complaining too much...

in my dreams in the last couple of months i've...
-been in the middle of a war
-arrested for not having my mum with me
-been in a family of suspected bombers
what do we reckon is next? or anyone want my dreams instead?

it took me so long to say...i'm glad i've said it but i still can't help/stop it...i hate sitting being useless even if that's what i'm meant to do...my life and world can't be right, not yet...

eurgh...stupid itching legs...must...not...scratch

oh dear...school postcard=utterly embarassing...now the parents won't leave me alone...

i really need to stop getting so into Torchwood...it makes me cry every week...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

argh so angry at myself...had so much work planned and i didn't do a single bit of it...then i had coffee to reward myself for doing sod all...arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i've never been so desperate to do work before...but today i knew i should...grrrrrrrrrrrrr and now i'm home i have no motivation...fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...ooops not meant to swear...screw that idea...oh and i still feel crap and i'm all worried and know i have to change myself...i hate it when teachers say stuff that i know is true but have refused to believe...they make it all that much more real...bloody hell i think i have much stuffed up inside me i haven't been this angry in so long...and i need to tell someone something but that'll start a chain of things and it'll only end badly...so that won't be happening for a while...and i'm not allowed to worry until i've done all my work...the reason i'm not doing my work is because i'm worrying and yeah...watching someone choke on half a tablet has actually terrified me of taking tablets and stuff so people need to stop telling me to take things to make myself feel better...i won't do it...i should shut up but arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i need a serious hug...

i hate being ill...and i hate it even more when my mummy says "it's too early to go to bed" GRRRRR

it's scary when news suddenly gets closer to home...and i seriously shake too much...

acting on impulse makes a bad day end slightly better...and i apparently need to go on picnics...

icing sugar...the cure for everything...for 10 minutes...

i swear i get my life back half on track and then someone goes and fucks it up again...bloody hell...i will hurt anyone who happens to mention Tim ever again...
why do people try so hard to get me back to my usual vaguely happy state only for someone else to do something that sends me falling through the floor...it takes so many people to make me smile, but only one to make me cry...how does this work?

it's so hard to admit it's not easy...

apparently i'm "much nicer" when not caffienated...so i've just made a considerable amount of coffee cakes instead...muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

it's got to the point where i blink and i'm asleep...so so exhausted...

in other news...my childhood dream, apart from being a lollipop lady, was to be a Tellytubby...let's now never mention this again...

"Only the dead shed no tears. They are beyond weeping." -Euripides

all day i've been kept going by one thought of getting to see my friend tonight...30 minutes before we're due to meet she cancels...alright she's ill but still...nothing keeping me going for today now...

ok tis maybe not a caffiene withdrawal headache...tis too bad for that and coffee isn't solving it...someone please remove my head? or just get me out of here from my parents...?

me: please don't put butter in my roll
mother: sorry i've already done it
me: but i don't like it
mother: well the majority of the general public like it and so do i
me: i'm not the general public (to self: i'm your bloody daughter!)

arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh