I do Believe that second hand smoke will kill me one day.

.Whoopdefuckingdoo.

Malavika's having serious issues.


For one , she's wearing suspenders.


For another, she's discovering deep feelings for her computer.


And finally, she is speaking in third person.


...


Today shall be an interesting day.

There are three things people shouldn't talk about: religion, politics, and my mother's mind.

Me: *looks at phil Baguley* That fluffball needs some pussy.


a smitten kitten
who was wearing a mitten
was bitten
by a chicken


Me: HAHHAHAHAHAH NO ONE IS EVER GONNA LOVE YO! *you AND YOUR GONNA DIE A COLD AND ALONE AND THE ONLY PERSON AT YOUR FUNGERAL WILL BE M!
friend: no ones gonna love I?
me: TO LAUGH!
friend: okay but whos M!
me: shut
me: UP
friend: XD


me: I will kill you as you sleep

me: *throws shoe*
friend: HEY wahts that for
me: *shrugs*
friend: oh well, i wasnt wearing shoes before anyway
me: *blink*. what did i throw then?
friend: *pause* mally, where the hell is my sandwhich.


friend: I love you?
me: I lover your daddy

Me: Should it be a sunny day, a cold day or a moony day?
friend: you mean night?
me: shut up

me: omg the pope is like "TEH POPENATOR. - ILL BE BACK!"

[Me lecturing my brother about the importance of homework]

me: sure dont study if you dont want. go work in macdonalds , spunk in all the batter. flip burgers or something. have fun.
brother: *mortified**long silence**looksaroundroom* MOM SHE SAID SPUNK!


me: [helping in the education of my brother] okay this bits really boring, pay attention.
brother: no.
me: okay.

[me teaching my friend..]

me: okay you need to trust me now. just imagine this. this ball here has te charge of + 1. This has a charge of -2 and i am an extreamly attractive young woman.

Today was super fun.

Now you must have read all about my drama lesson in the previous entery. since I know you follow my life so very closely.

We had ballet : Couldnt do much as of my broken back. Sorta painfull. however Ive sort of come to terms with the [pirrouettes.]. However the fuck you spell them. The insane twiddly leggy thingy that you do. I became s t r a n g l e y fixated with my Eyes and engaged in long gazes into the depths of my pupils.

Pretty fun.

Imma be a ballerina.
I realised how much i actually miss dancing. The happyness it gives me, i dont think i could ever explain.

I love it

[. l o v e . l e t t e r .]

[I 
♥ 
NICHOLAS 
TO 
DEATH]

It was So funny in drama today.

Everybody else was away on the Fountains Abby trip.

So in class, it was just Ian, Ryan and I.

Ian had to leave for about ten minutes at some point during the lesson.

Which i was not happy about.

Oh well.

So we're doing physical theater and anyway, we have to make letters of the alphabet using our bodies.

Anyway Ryan was standing there, and im trying really hard to find a way of forming a particular letter.

First position I tried out looked like he was giving me anal.

I didnt realise.

I turned around the other way.

It looked like I was giving him head.

So embarrasing.

Infront of everybody aswell.

Anyway, one of our tasks was to "be" a....

what are those things called.

Those barriers that let cars in once you pay for it?

Well you know what i mean

(or dont - in which case. please kindly fuck off)

Anyway, Ryan and I were the, um, gates.

And Ian was the "car".

He drives over to us, and takes out his fabricated "ticket" and pauses for a moment. Not sure where to slot it in.

he said "uugh where do i put it"

And ryan said "Where it usually goes. just slot it in" And points at my crotch.

I almost died.

The teacher walked past and started laughing.

She misheard the conversation.

Thank god.

I think.

Finally, for our production peice. im the princess.

Ovbiously.

And im on top of my tower, waiting for my prince.

The tower is played by Ryan.

Im like "oh where oh where is my prince..."

At which, Ian trots along (he is playing a horse)...

Ryan says "him"

me: "wheres my prince"

ryan: "him over there"

me: "Thats a HORSE"

ryan: "Its the twentieth century love"

At this point, philip runs along.

I guess nobody will quite understand, until I explain to you about phil..

Phil has a history of bo.

He has long curly ginger hair.

Hes rather...large.

He...well you get it.

Im always nice to him though, i would hate to be treated like that.

But anyway, he comes prancing along.

ryan the tower then says "oh wait, THATS your prince"

Me: Ill take the horse.






Improvisation.


.Is.



.Great.

I <3 drama

In drama we are learning about "Physical Theater"

Its where the actors themselves, play their characters and their set.

Its quite convenient because you can go anywhere

With a basic piece of drama in mind

With nothing else other than yourself

All you need is space.

And your theaterical capabilities.

You are your own world.

Everything Around you.

Fasinating.

Solvents

Izzy and I have magical RainBow Prisims.

Therefore we are teh rainbow people.

I stole them from the science department.

To shed colour onto our lives.

We are teh rainbow people.

[. I . L o v e . Y o u .]

[+ I +]:  The person speaking or writing used in referring to himself or herself.

[+Love+]:  A strong liking for someone or something ; a passionate affection for another 
person, the obect of such affection.

[+You+]:  Second person singular or plural ; the person or persons spoken to.

 I'de Die For You










I'de Kill For You

Why do all superheroes wear spandex?


I can cry under water

[I <3 IxxY]

x .For being my best friend. x
x . For loving me unconditionally . x
x . For never judging me . x
x . For instead of sympathising when I cry. She cries with me . x
x . For controlling me when I freak out . x
x . For Never letting me go . x
x . For all the warmth . x
x . (From your breasts) . x
x . For All the Underwear . x
x . For All our ballards . x
x . For Britney spears . x
x . For all the colour . x
x . For all the nothing . x
x .  For it will always be my something . x


[=======================================]

x . For All The giggles . x
x . For All The tears . x
x . For All The courage . x
x . For All The fears . x

x . For All The Times . x 
x . For All The twirls . x
x . For All The Rhymes . x
x . For All The swirls . x

x . For All The Smiles . x
x . For all the songs . x
x . For All the Short . x
x . For All the Long . x
x . For all the drugs . x
x . For All The weed . x
x . For All The Love . x
x . Its All I need . x 

omfg

I think im going to cry.

I just broke my back.

Again.

I cant move

mom: So how are you planning to teach them?
me: Well basically I just give them the facts about drugs, like the effects and stuff....
mom: uhhuh
me: you know, I havnt once told them NOT to take drugs.
mom: you havnt?!
me: nope. I think there are better ways to handle the situation. We're not there to run their life, and make desicions for them. We just provide them with all the information that they need to make them themselves
mom: oh come on! surely you should tell them that drugs are wrong.
me: whats the use though? if you tell a child not to do something, they WILL do it. Whether its specifically in spite of you, and in an act of rebellion or not. it happens mom. I know
mom: okay but shouldnt you stress the fact that drugs are bad for you?
me: moooom, yeah ill tell them what they do to you and what can happen IF you take them but i cant say to them "dont do drugs. you will die". Its probably not even the truth
mom: I guess so
me: *pause* I would never ever inject any drug into me
mom: you would never ever take a drug again (she knows about the weed) young lady
me: lol mother. Im a drug addict. I cant help it.
mom: well...
me: *back click EXTREAMLY LOUDLY* AHHHHHHHH
mom: oh wow. have you noticed that everytime you sort of answer back to me, something like that happens to you.
me: OMG I MOVE. *jumps up and dances* MOM I CAN MOVE. MY BACK DOESNT HURT ANYMORE. IM CURED. OMG. I CLICKED IT BACK TO PLACE
*silence*
me:...What were you saying
mom: oh shut up.

lol

Me: So yah mom, I feel much more confident in class and stuff. its really good. I even volenteered to read in english :D you know how much i hated that. Also I play the part of Elizabeth Proctor when we;re acting it out :)
mom: thats really really reallys good! so what do you think made you change?
me: mmm. Maybe its the drugs.
mom: really?
me: *Seriously* yes

*end of conversation*

That is just so wrong.

Im Extreamly Bored.

Well Its Just 10:48.

I Found My Rancid and Oasis Cd.

Back Of The Drawer.

Makes Me Happy.

Well tomorrow Im Teaching 6 Lessons On Drugs.

.YaY.

I refuse to tell them not to take drugs.

If you tell anybody not to do something...they are ovbioulsy going to do it.


I know that.

Instead, I think its important to tell them all the information they need to know about something.

The effects etc....

And let them make the decision.

Its stupid telling them otherwise.

Telling them "Drugs are Bad. Dont do drugs. you will die.".

Fuckers.

Okay I feel like diving head first into a fully fledged conversation with you. My love. Im feeling exteamly articulate and fluant today with my words. Which is good. I like talking. I like writing. I like. I like I like I like. :D:D:D.

I <3 VAG

name: brian
male
age 72

widowed

smokes 40 cigs per day

smoking for 50 years

he no longer works but was a teacher till he retired

health is reasonable

He sniffs various solvents on his own