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I had it all planned. The day I mean. I was going to revise latin. And a bit of geography and history. I woke up about ten to twelve...not to bad for an almost fifteen year old. Went straight on the laptop to get any addictive habits out of the way ie facebook twitter youtube msn blogger etc. When my mother calls to me. Jo's coming today! Ok so I'm going to be getting nails done and whatnot. I swear mother only does it because she wants me to be more girly. The nail painting not too bad. But the waxing. Ouch! I mean I'd rather not have legs like the amazon jungle but why make a big deal out of it. I was also perfectly fine with my one eyebrow...it was only faint...but some people at school started taking the piss. At first it was fine, I'm comfortable with who I am and obviously you're not. Then it got worse. Won't go into detail. It just got worse. So now I have two eyebrows. But all this just makes me think why is it a women thing. To have to primp themselves up for men. Putting on make up. Wearing nice clothes. It okay to a certain extent. But afterwards it's just pathetic. I NEED make up. I NEED the latest accessories. Stupid advertising. Why are you so good at doing what you're meant to do. Anyway the point is. Women don't NEED any product that will make them feel good about themselves only if they have shelves and shelves of it.

Oh yeah I forgot what the original point was. Anyways so I've beautified and whatnot. Hairdresser's coming too. WTF! I NEED to revise. That's what I NEED. The flippin hairdresser takes at least three hours to do my oh-so-thick hair. So now it's 9pm and I've discovered there a whole topic in R.E which no-one told me was in the exam. And it's not the textbook. FUCK. I NEED A FUCKING BREAK.

Thanks for listening once again

This is Ms.Loco saying Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down Or You'll Turn Into Mush xoxo

Labels: clothes, girls, make up, revision

Saturday, 18 April 2009

10:14 pm

Over the top. Onto my heart

I went on holiday not to long ago and it was great. Sunny. Friends. Education (was a school trip). But I had a real good time. On the plane there, there was this guy who kept talking to me. Only a year older but I froze up forgetting all my social skills and mumbled my way through a conversation. Great. The one time a guy takes interest in me (not to mention he's sitting next to two above average looking guys) I can't speak. The words don't form. Why can't I be over confident and sit there snapping gum, looking him up and down, flicking my hair. Even the thought of that makes me wants to be sick. Just ew. Just no. Not me. But...no. No way in hell. So anyways I screwed up my chances. A girl sitting next to me turned, flicked her hair, snapped her gum and said, "where you from?" turns out there school is 30 minutes away from mine. I stick my nose deeper into the book. Yay. So close yet so socially capable. That's it I've had enough. I get up and stalk my way to the front of the plane where I sit on my friend pouting. I pout for the next hour till some old hag tells the air stewardess if she could take me back to my seat because I'm being ridiculous. Oh piss off. So I suffer the eyes of the boys from across the aisle for another hour.
Ah well at least the plane senario is forgotton. Not. It's like some unknown being wants to taunt me. They're saying haha you have no social skills freak. I know! You don't have to point out that the boys from the plane are staying in THE EXACT TOWN WE ARE. O joy! So now every time I want to go out and enjoy shops or something, there's always that awkward moment when we pass and our boys puff up like they own me and drag me away. Just the sight you want to see. A small girl being dragged and eyes covered by abnormally tall boys. Someone blow a whistle. Anyways after a week of failed "let's go up to them and talk to them" I have made no contact whatsoever. It's time for a last resort. It's time to go stalker and search them on facebook. When added they were like how did you find me? Great I'm a stalker. After all that hard work of hours of searching. The boys from the other school decide to get pally with my mates. What the hell! Come on! What about me? I'm cool too...sorta....not. Now my mates are like "yer we talk to them every day!" Fab. Oh-so-fab. So I tell them to ask the boys if we can meet up. All I get is giggles and the reply of "Ohmigosh he's so sweeeeet! I love him!" Umm hello? Mars to girls? Please return to your home planet. 30 mins later...oh yer they want to meet up...30 minutes after that...yeah after exams...DOOM DESCENDED UPON ME. Exams...

This crushed soul is going to get some very much needed therapy xoxo

Labels: boys, exams, friends, plane, social, stalker

12:54 pm

You can quote me on that!

Hmm three posts in one day...obsessive much? I told my friend ... let's call her S.O.S (for two reasons but never you mind) to read this because I just wanted to share it with her. I mean it's nice writing for me but someone else has gotta read it sometime. So S.O.S says "its like u pretty much summed up puberty...without the nasty bits!" So according to her I'm a fully functional teen. Who is just like any other. Just as confused about puberty (ew its just such a nasty word) as the next person. Thanks for that S.O.S. Way to screw my head up even more. Now to clear things up lets have a little story. Or rather the beginning of one because I'm too lazy to ever finish them off. So...hope you like it

Imagine a scene. A snowy white canopy, atop a hill where a field of green used to be. Naked trees bearing all and a few birds, flying overhead. It is so quiet you can hear the flap of their wings as they move smoothly in a perfect rhythm. It's not cold just chilly. Pleasantly chilly. The sky seems almost too blue against the white of the ground. A wind passes and sends a shiver down your spine and back up again. As you walk, you feel the snow crunch underfoot as you carefully make your way across the great expanse. It's the most perfect feeling in the world. Peacefulness. Where one feels at complete ease with one's self. I find myself smiling in pure joy at this wonderful feeling. I did not realize until now but snow had been falling gently from the sky and was covering all the tracks I was making. Most people think snow falls straight to the ground. But it doesn't. It swirls round and round, up and down till it can settle peacefully upon the ground. Good. Once again perfect peace.
Can you see the scene?
Can you feel the peace?
Good. Now you are with me.
On days like this it always makes me think. What happens to the snow when it melts?

P.s To S.O.S I'm still mentally retarded...and yes puberty sucks...but commas rule...this isn't grammar...its sex ed fool!

Signing out for now...I'll tell the losers club ya'll said hi xoxo

Labels: puberty, retarded, story

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