
Basically...mother made banana cake. And I was mucho hungry at like 1am so I came down to eat some. I hate banana but it didn't taste of banana at all so I ate loads of it. It was naice! (Borat reference...Am I the only one who's excited about Bruno!)
Woke up the next morning feeling like SHIT! I actually felt like some fat bloke on drugs had squeezed me out his arsehole. Ew. That was pretty graphic wasn't it. Gag. Moving on swiftly. IT'S A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES!" Leave a comment if you understood what I just said :). So I went to matron to have a para(cetamol). So after having my para I went to history hoping the headache would pass. It totally didn't. I went to capitano's house after school to go to netball. I had a mejor examo coming up in...Physics. A practice ISA and this was the only day I could revise for it...don't ask why. Instead of revising I had a nap. So I've practically failed the test. After netball I returned home exhausted. Still feeling crap. Ew. There's that image again. At dinner mother announced some spectacular news.
"I threw away the banana cake because it looked like no one was eating it." Mother there was only a quarter left I thought.
Father says: "I felt ill today. I think you put too much brandy in the cake" SHOCK HORROR
So I had a hangover. From eating cake! WTF!
Went to see Metro Station and they were awesome! Kinda was distracted though. Also upset. I don't know how it happened but my two thirteen year old friends got a bit too pally with some older boys ... around 19 and 16 ... and got off with them. I must say they were uber-suber-duber fit. All the time I was standing there thinking These guys are utter bastards. They are talking to the girls like shit and knocking them over and just being plain rude. Putting their arms round them and sneaking kisses. But why are you so jealous...
I'll tell you why. Because after they had finished giving my friends special treatment ie talking flirting putting their skanky arms around them and protecting them from moshers ... they went and snogged every other fucking girl in the concert. Every single one. Well, except for the ones on the balcony. Everyone except...you guessed it...yours truly. I was glad in a sense I didn't have to suffer the lowlife scumbags. But also jealous that they seemed to be taking no interest in me whatsoever. None. So for the rest of the night I felt like shit...again. I almost cried. Well, until Metro station came on. Then I got depressed again. I came to a conclusion.
I'm ugly and I don't fit in because I didn't dress like everyone. You know skinny jeans cowboy top fringe vans/converse.
I think my mum is psychic. First thing she said to me when I got home is...you look beautiful and different.
So to get over my sadness of the night I've posted pictures of hot boys to make me feel better. Aaron Johnson, Chad Michael Murray, Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Alex Pettyfer, Jean-Baptiste Maunier, Gaspard Ulliel. *Sigh*
Also why is acceptableto think that if you have been going out for a long timeyou had to have at least fingered the girl. I mean ew why would you want a finger...I'm not even going there. It's only me who thinks this I'm sure. Because as a 14 year old I'm supposed to be so full of whatnot that I think this is how things are meant to be done. I just think it's disgusting!!
What do you think?
Ms.Loco xoxo