Im really touched because I signed on hotmail and,
I had a billion emails.
And it wasnt even junk.
It was actual real emails from my friends :$
It was so sweet.
Awh shucks. I want to paste them on here and thats just what im going to do.
In the next entry.
Theres more to this than my Ex-Love.
This is more than I could ever in my life begin to
Explain.
I dont know what im going to do.
This is bigger than me,
And with no hands, and even less skill.
I dont know how it ever will come out.
I think its him I need,
Its always been what if..
This pain could be arranged
In such a way
to bring out newly then.
Well who am I to stop it?
Im going to London to sort out something for my Visa thing.
Im sure your going to miss me.
I'll be back on ummm Sunday.
My biology teacher is going to hate me :( Uh ohz.
CHOW CHOW.
Me: Would you ever do anal with hatty?
Mart: I dont know, I mean, you shit out of your arse, not make love.
Me: YES, but you BLEED out of your pussy.
Mart: Thanks for that.
Me: Np.
Mart: Yeah but like, blood/passion - almost the same.
Me: What the fuck, are you a vampire or something?
Dear Mr. FAT.
Today, Miss Hobbs said I was "In stint for an Isolation". This was quite hurtful, because I never said that she had a crush on Hatty, Kaylee said it. But I always get the blame.
We are the coolest, Hatty and I.
I got in trouble with Tom for forgetting my Spanish books :( And I didnt have my chemistry books. And I didnt finish my english homework.
Sometimes I dont even know what im thinking about when I pack my bag or sit down to "do homework".
*Sigh*
Well, today was just full of interesting conversations. Let me be cool and write them down.
At the same time : Ian: Are you going to the form room?
Me: I like Tash's Ass...
Ian: ...What?
Me:....Yes.
Ian:...Its like Madonnas.
Me: Wtf lmao.
Ian: Have you seen that ?
Me: The new video?
Ian: Yesh...
Me: Well whats her ass like ? :/
Ian: Sort of "Handlebarish"
Me: Wtf is "Handlebarish?
Ian: Its just a uh...ass...des
Me:...Yeah im going to the form room.
Me and bertie were in the lunch que, and there was one last Jacket potatoe left. There was also one other guy infront of us.
Me: Dont even think about getting that Jacket potato, thats Our Lunch.
Boy:...Ummm :$
Me: Just get something else please.
Boy: *To the lunch person* Um can I have a hot dog and chips please.
Me:...GREAT CHOICE MAN. WELL DONE, MAN, I WOULD LOVE A HOT DOG AND CHIPS. GOOD CHOICE.
As soon as it was my turn, the lunch lady bought in a huge tray of them in.
Justify my love for you?
Goodmorning Heartache,
Your like an old friend.
Come and see me again.
Me: Ian is a virgin.
Ben: Ian IS A VIRGIN.
Ian: ...
Me: Ben, im sure you could do something about that?
Ben: YEAH LETS DO A SPITROAST. *Pause*
Me:...I dont see how that would work.
Ben: Hmm yeah. *Grabs Ians balls and kisses his neck*
Me: *Ian struggles* You are so like, upfront lmao.
Ian: you are so GAY.
Ben: I am the handsomest boy in otley.
Hi,
Today I got the wrong bus and my mom had to pick me up from Asda.
Harriet farted in my locker. Well, she says it wasnt her, but who else could it have been?
I begged you not to go. I begged you like my holy hope, and watched to floor as you retreated.
Drama was good. Dance was good. English was okay and Maths was interesting.
See you.
x
Me: *Ranting about how much my Media teacher hates me*
Martyn: I think you should jsut leave her to it...
Me: I think I should just stab her in the fucking head.
Martyn: I think thats NOT a good idea.
Martyn: So what do you think of that thing that was on James' Computer?
Me: Oh, Well initially I was just thinking "Whatever floats your boat you sick perverted pedophilic bastard".
Martyn: Nice one.
Ian: You seem to be taking the break up very well mally :)
Me: Meh, Nothing lasts forever.
Ian: *Awkward silence* Except polystyrene.
Me: Yeah fuck men, im going to start dating plastics.
Ian : Yeah , I think you should :D
Me: In my next relationship, I will be dating polystyrene.
Bertie: I know this is weird but do you ever think that particular fonts and font colours suit particular people?
Me: Ah huh, Yeah I do. What do you think suits me?
Bertie: I think I Suit you.
Me: are we talking about fonts or you bertie?
Bertie: Fonts.
Me:....Are you a font?
The party was fun.
Drank too much.
I puked 4 times.
Passed out/slept spontainiously a couple of times.
Confessed my undying love for anything that moved.
Yeah.
Thats Alcohol. </3
I DONT LIKE CUM ON TOAST THANKS HARRIET.
Ew.
I feel sick. Um.