Sooo after discovering that E has started to read my blog I decided to explore hers... Fuuun! Now I'll have to be careful as to what I write... ;)
So anyway (I really seem to like this word...) I finished my essay! I'm off to watch TV. No more work for now. Meaning for the next two hours. Then comes the time for Maths. Seriously I hatehatehate my teachers so badly for making us poor students work to death two weeks before the holidays... But Z and D are even worse off... Can you believe it that they have 8 tests in one week?? Jeez... But I'm so happy the holidays are starting soon! I'm going to Rome... Father said he'd like me to write a list of places I wanna see but to be honest I'm not too keen on going there. Especially because Mum wanted to go with me first. I know this is precisely what Mum wanted to happen; me distancing myself from father, but anyway I kinda don't care... Whatever (another favourite word). T is bombarding me with her sorrows right now; something about her Latin. I don't understand her. I mean, okay, I know she has Tinnitus, but she doesn't have to remind me every single time she talks to me. Although I know better, she seems to like people feeling sorry for her. She doesn't need that. Everybody likes her anyway! I hate people trying to win other people's sympathy and friendship by making them feel pity. It's just not right. And yes, I'm kinda pissed. Why can't she just stop moaning and crying over herself and get started with work? If she can't concentrate, she shouldn't be on fb chatting. If her ears hurt, she shouldn't be listening to music right now. I'm surprised at how easily I can just switch from concerned to angry... must be the hormones. My Mum just entered menopause and she too is crying over a box of toffees and complaining that she's getting fat. Well, she is. But I don't think it really matters. She's beautiful all the same - in her own way. Being fat doesn't mean being ugly and unattractive. Of course a woman the size of a walrus isn't attractive, but that's not exactly hat I meant.
I found my old Teddy. I got him when I was two, and I lost him when I was twelve. He just disappeared. Today I was cleaning up my room when I hit something soft with the vacuum cleaner: my Teddy!!! He was all covered with dust, which was actually totally gross, but I totally lost it and started running around the house with this piece of furry stuff in my arms. A (my little brother, forgot to mention him too... no surprise though) gave me that look that makes you think that you're completely loopy (which I was). Shane Dawson is loopy. Craig Horner is hot. Roses are red. Or white. Or yellow. I'm getting confused. Whatever (again!). I think I'm going to have to tell E that she's definitely not less attractive than pink fluffy things called party bitches. A bitch is always ugly, no matter how much make-up she plasters on her face; they're all empty. E is everything but empty; she has feelings, she has a character of her own. Remember girls, always be yourself; it makes you attractive! Remember guys, never judge a girl by appearances; there's always something more to her than it seems! And S is a jerk. But D isn't. Which doesn't excuse him for not writing to me for two days. xoxo, pxy
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