Ho Ho Ho

Christmas was good. Spent the money I got on a new IPod 80gb, as my mini can't even hold a quarter of the music on my ITunes. My IPod mini also died on boxing day for no arrarent reason:This aggravated me as I've been trying to sell it off to my brother who refuses to buy it on the basis that it's pink and has "Yaz" written on the back. Fussy boy.

But I managed to fix it again by throwing it really hard on the floor.
Goodtimes.


Boxing day sales were pretty shit. Clothing prices were nowhere near as good as last year and the sale stock in most shops was abismal, resulting in me spending most of my money on non-sale items. Saw Jamilla in H&M (Should have jumped in the que with her as I ended up waiting for 40 minutes just to buy two huge studded waist belts.)
Then I went to the new H&M on Regents street which was EMPTY compared to the other two on oxford circus and oxford street and spent a small fortune on clothing there.

ANOTHER THING.
I HATE BABIES.
They are generally selfish-They crap everywhere, eat all your food and cry. I wouldn't say this is the main reason I have dislike for them, its more because of Mothers expecting all people to instantly love their child, and feel it is nessessary to take them clothes shopping when they can't even walk yet. I just generally hate seeing children in places where they shouldn't be, like shops and resturaunts etc. Babies are usually pretty ugly and look like the Michelin Man. For me it's difficult to love babies unless they're direct family or my own (Which won't be happening for the forseeable future most hopefully unless something goes horribly wrong and I will most probably go and kill myself rather than face the traumatising consequences of having a baby. Or abortion, whatevs.)

Have to do loads more art, like 15 pages before the 5th. Plus some SUPA LONG ESSAYZ.
Wooooooooooooooooooooo.
Saw James yesterday for the first time in like a week as well which was good <3 big luv
See you at Nuke new years eve.
Til next year! BAII

Ho ho ho.

I look like a right penis tonight.
Basically the theme of the party is that you have to dress as something that begins with the first letter of your name.
I AM SOOO LIMITED! I have:
Yoda
Yak
Yeti
Yacht
Yellow
Yam
Yo-yo

I was going to go as a yam but realised I own no yellow clothes, plus I am far too lazy to go and buy a yam from down the road to war round my neck. Plus all other outfits I didn't have the right things for, or I would just look like such a nob I would deserve to get shot.
OH SHIT I REALISED I COULD JUST GO AS KAREN O FROM THE YEAH YEAH YEAHS.
Oh well too bad, I'm going as "Yuletide"

Therefore I have ludicrous amounts of glitter on my face and am wearing red tights with tinsel.
I feel a bit like an idiot. Lorna's going as Lady Luck and some other girl is dressing like a goat and apparently looks fit in a furry tube dress.
MY NAME FAILS.
Stupid arabic name. Pshhhhhhhhhht.
I was actually meant to be called Pieter. My fammo don't love me.

Die.

White people with dreadlocks look stupid. It just looks like you want to be those monster things from Star Wars. They also make everyone assume you live in a box.

Ripped jeans. Only IDIOTS would buy pre-ripped jeans. What person would pay more to have their jeans ripped for them whilst all you need is a pair of scissors. Skinny jeans with rips and tears in them look decent, however when bootcut gets involves it looks as though theres been a fight between Atomic Kitten and B*Witched.
Fake Marc Jabobs stam bags. They look cheap, tacky and everyone know you can pick them up for £10 from those crappy Oxford street handbag stalls. About 27389127812% of the British population has them so you're not fooling anyone that it's real-To be honest, it's not even worth owning the real ones, as you'll be about £400 down and it's not that much better. Plus "it" bags are out, I gladly open the "it" scarves with welcome arms.

WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD WOULD ANYBODY EVER BUT THESE THINGS??? Full-sized Ugg boots make me dry-heave already but these things make me just kill my faith in humanity. They look like they've been made by a blind child with too much spare time. Yes, they may be comfy but is it really worth forking out £100 just to make you look like a slightly deformed hobbit? No.
I'm hoping they'll die out forever like I think they will at the end of every winter. Personally I blame Primark and sloanes for these things being reproduced from people's cupboards every winter.

Taking my morbidity a bit too far

I have decided for art that I want to recreate "Figure With Meat" by Francis Bacon. After going to his exhibition at the Tate I was inspired by all his work and I CAN FINALLY UNDERSTAND ART. I actually appreciate it, unlike a few weeks ago where I would look at a painting and rip my face off so at least I'd have something more interesting to do.
So in the next few weeks I'll be dragging my boyfriend off to a butchers with me to take photos of carcasses. The great thing is that I can use the excuse of being an art student as a way of making that butcher man think I'm less weird.

I don't care if people say they're fashion.

It still looks like someone's taken a dump in their trousers.

At the moment

My only friend is Jeremy Kyle and dubstep. I've been ill today and sat at home watching women called Brenda talking about their husbands impregnating their sisters and so forth whilst hovering over a bowl trying not to be sick. I also rediscovered I have love for dubstep-Have no idea how that came about.

Managed to get £150 in a day. THIS IS A FIRST. Going to pop over to H&M tomorrow most likely to buy the fur coat I have wanted for agesssss. This is also a problem for me as I want to see if I can pick one up at that angles vintage sale thingy.
Poor James didn't know about the sale until last night so I am actually making him wake up with me at 7 to go-even though I doubt he's into vintage shopping being a rugby player and all that.
:/


Nothing of particular interest is going on at the moment except for my lungs slowly collapsing in on themselves and my mum being in hospital being operated on to have her gall bladder removed. Is it wrong that I want her to keep it for me in a jar or something for me to look at? I personally think thats a totally normal thing to want really.

OMG I ACTUALLY HAVE THE WORST BLOG BLOCK EVER.
I ccannot think of anything fascinating to write.
I should just go off and die.

Life updates

I am getting terrible at blogging. I am never in the mood to write anymore, but this is most probably due to reading Wuthering Heights every night. THAT BOOK IS DULL. Actually shoot that fucking bitch for me please.


Life is good. Even though I probably spend more time eating than I do going out.
Poverty has also hit me yet again. Spending money on squares of cheese to throw at people doesn't help me when I want to buy this:

Managed to buy the boyfriend a Birthday present which I am very very proud of. It is rather irritating when you ask a person what they want and they say something along the lines of "you" or "something nice". Its sweet but rather unhelpful. I HAVE IT THOUGH AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. All I need now is a large fancy box to put it all in. :D

I think I should take up knitting, I really do.

Goodbye blonde.

Hello Brunette.






I look like such a goffik.

Ella Tramunto.

DONT LIKE

Sophie Smith's Dog. lul. Joshuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

mm shebaba.

Seb. Rawwwwly

hahahahahhaha Amy Black.

Will Lafferty

SHANE LOOK UR IN MY BLOG NOW///////////////

Rawly me. xdsjkbdh

I SWEAR DOWN THEY HAD HAIR. errrrrrrrrrrrrr aardvark. One of the first in the dictionary.

Jessie. Still needs some ginger. AH

Mine&Will's pet. He has it on Mondays and me on tuesdays-OMG I LOVE LOLA.

wasaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabi

This one makes me feel physically sick to look at I'm not even joking.
I WOULD CRY IF I SAW THAT WHEN I WAS SWIMMING.

Took a bit too much advantage of the free bar last night

Urgh.

If it wasn't for beans on toast I think I'd die. Managed to get a skirt for £5 though. WIN.

Ohh pain

Got smacked in the nose today by Nick and it killed for ages. Then as soon as I got home I realised my nose had been bleeding. Nice one.
I don't think I've had a nosebleed in aaaages. I properly want a real one that just comes up randomly and doesn't include being smacked in the face.

Boyfriend had to go to hospital yesterday cos of his foot. I should have gone over to his house in a nurses PVC outfit really, but OMG DA CHUBBZ.

For the past few weeks I have been eating solidly. I'm sure if this continues I will die of cardiac arrest or something. My usual day consists of eating a whole packet of caramel chocolate digestives with Eliza.

N E WAIZ. Waiting for Seb to come so we can go to the H&M thing. He's going to take photos to try and sell off to Vogue.

Yeahhhh.

KBai. I'm so bored. I should be doing art but I did about 3 hours today and I can't take it anymoreeeeeeeeee.

An actual schmoke und a pancake.

Went to Belgium for the weekend. Drank loads of beer and ate loads of chocolate.
Standard.

Comme Des Garcons launch at H&M tomorrow, and was MEANT TO GO TO AN AGENT PROVOCATEUR PARTY but not anymore. Fail Ella, fail. So am instead having da bf round and ting.

Can I be anymore white?

Facinating.

Spent the entire day at school drawing a naked man.
He was heavily bearded and his body was enveloped in a thick rug of hair. (Minus his bumcheeks and back.)

AND THE BIGGEST SCROTUM I HAVE EVER SEEN.
Like somebody had injected it with liquid or something. Shame that the same couldn't be said about his penis.
The disturbing image of his balls is still floating around in my head, and on top of that I have "Jimmy Crack Corn" in my head.



Oh yeah, going to Belgium this weekend. I WEEL MEEZ MA JAHMEZ VAIR VAIR MUCH
:[

Oh dear lord

Over the past 3 days I have completed over 41 pages of art in my A3 sketchpad.
I have to practically finish an entire project by tomorrow afternoon.
I've been up since 8.30 and have had 3 hours worth of breaks and I feel like I am going to die.

Had to boy off the boyfriend for art making me feel terrible, and had to say no to going to the Westfields center with Jess, Talie and Seb. On top of that I have 3 essays, two of which I don't know what they are after losing my planner down a drain.

Well, this was a 10 minute relief. Back to art.
WHY DID I TAKE IT
WHYYYYYYYYYYYY
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
I have not left the house for 3 days. Watch how my social interaction skills with people other than my family die, leaving me friendless and alone.
If James didn't call me every night for hours I think I would have clawed my eyes out by now.
I miss him.
KBAI.

No post long time.

22222222 much 2 do in 2 little toyme.

Life updates:

• Have a boyfriend who is 6ft4, plays rugby and has SIZE 14 FEET. He is also my bodyguard and I can set him off on people and animals if I asked him to. (I think.) SO NO 1 CAN MESS WIV ME.
• Have basically done NO WORK and have to finish an entire art project by the 4th of November. This has made me think of many different ways of committing suicide. (I like the idea of blowing out my brains onto a canvas as a way of expressing my creativity.)
• MANZ HAZ NO MONIE$. Nothing new there.
• I re-discovered my eyetoy and have washed a hell of a lot of windows on it. By the end of the month I'm sure I'll have arms to rival the boyfriend.
• Smoking is pretty much ruining my vocal chords-However I am hoping to achieve a sexy smoker's voice whilst avoiding cancer. I NEVER KNEW THAT IF YOU CHEW GUM AT THE SAME TIME AS SMOKING IT GIVES YOU MOUTH CANCER. Not realising that is almost as thick as the girl who thought she was "allergic" to her boyfriend, as whenever they did it without a condom she got a rash.
• Social life is improving. Now my friendship group involves more people than just my Mum. YAY.

I feel better for posting something.

EXOYTEMENTZZZZZ

Je verrai Justice sur vendredi!

Going to the launch party for their new DVD at the O2 arena.
Be jealous.

Justice DJ set
SoMe
Busy P
DJ Medhi
Plus the other room is hosted by Durr.


I love my life atm. Even if I did drop my school diary down a drain the other day as I thought it was too large to fit through the hole. But at least mutant crocodiles or whatever will know the rules of conduct at Twyford.

HI LEE

Look its Lee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amy Scarlett Black

Is probably the randomest person I have ever met. She is so random as she does so many random things that usually have a really random outcome. Her randomness rubs off on other people, therefore making them become randomers who do the randomest things. She's so random that she paints her nails different colours. HOW RANDOM!!??!?! Even though she hates the word random and says random should only be used in a mathmatical term, I think she is so random she beats that rule of randomity she made up, and she is also very funny.
She is such a funny person because of the random crap she comes up with, and makes really random jokes that don't make sense half of the time. I like Amy's randomness. Cool.

I like my men how I like my tea

White and milky.

Ramesh Kanabar

Please be a rapper. That would be too jokes.

Mum's in hospital on Thursday for god knows how long, and then going to Frenchie's house on Saturday with Lorna. I am actually shitting it.
I actually have noooo idea what to expect-he could have moved back to France, found another random woman, died-I DUNNO. I haaate this. Plus the person I always talk to at sixth form about stuff like this has been too busy at the moment, so we can't have deep meaningful chats like we have about once a week.
mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
:/


ALSO LOL AT THIS GIRL IN MY OLD SCHOOL GETTING PREGNANT SO SHE CAN HAVE A COUNCL FLAT. She shat herself in a music lesson a few years ago.
This cracks me up every time I remember it. (I am not a horrible person-she was mean and she WANTS to have a baby anyway. Not that you'll notice the bump between all the flab rolls.)

Pure unadulterated anger

Decided to come home early today as I didnt have any lessons and registration is bunkable. Went to the pub for a bit first, and then walked alllllll the way back to my house (treck btw) and realised I didnt have my keys, so I had to go alllllll the way back to the pub. By this point I was really angry and pissed off, when some dirty little creep walks past me and starts doing vulgar things with his tongue. I hate dirty creeps to begin with, but this bloke was actually vile.
So in this fit of anger I threw a plastic bottle at his head and told him he was a fucking disgusting waste of space and that he should die because wankstains like him will never get laid so he should stop being such a fucking prick. Then some policewoman comes over, asks me what I think I'm doing to this bloke, etc. Then I told her that he was being a little perv and how he did all these disguting things to me. She then looked at me in a pitying way, winked and let me off.

I think all women should unite and there should be a law or something which allows a woman to hurt men who do disgusting and pervy men. Most of my boy mates never understand how bad it gets, and just how irritating those guys are, but the select few who pity us women I THANK YOU.
Its so frustrating. I hate pervs. I want them all to die.

I have a dream

A dream where I am as cool as these people.
These kids are just so cool, that if a little bit of their coolness rubbed off on me I would be able to radiate coolness forever.
They even leave slime trails of coolness.
Thats just how cool they are.

Yay

Birthday today.
:D

Mmmm-mmm

GOT BORED TODAY IN CLASS AND WAS THINKING @M@Z1NGLY Z@NY H1PST@ THOUGHTZ. Such as if my plimsolls were dirty enough and if I looked cooler smoking in the dark than in daylight. Then I thought of something Hipster Runoff has yet to do:


ALT KNEECAPZ. Alt breasts are olddddddddddddddd.


D@ TOP FIVE:

5.Thought of more than two would give a lot of knee fetishists a fat hard-on. This is not only 3 but the dirty thought of not seeing the other 3 kneecaps iz just 22222 much 4 people.


4.
Mmmm. Which woman wouldn't want a piece of these stunnaz.


3.
To be the altest, most alt alternative all you need is a biro. Watch how you'll start seeing painted kneecaps all over thecobrasnake.com by the end of the week. CORY KENNEDY IS ON IT. TRUST.


2.
Who downt wike a bit owf the owld Jonathan Woss on a Fwiday night? These altewnative kneecaps cewtainly do.


1.
This shouldn't even need a reason explaining why it is most undoubtedly the most alternative kneecap ever. You can cover it in gold sequins and go to Styleslut parties parading it around in a provocative manner-This'll ensure anything with a pulse will want to fuck you. You can take bucketloads of ketamine and still be able to stand up with one leg. Unlimited party tricks. Plus you could do the sickest robot dance mankind has EVA SEEN!

The hills are alive with the sound of

BASSHUNTER.

No words can explain my hate for him and his euro-techno crap.
I hate that type of music as I just think of a group of "lads" drinking WKD and going "on da pull" to meet "fit birds". When I finally push that image out of my head, I am reminded of how Dutch I am. The bloke from basshunter looks so Dutch it hurts, and everyone in Holland ACTUALLY BUMS HIM. Even though he's Swedish. I just cringe at his general existance and anyone who likes him. (The same goes for Cascada, however I don't feel like bludgeoning them on the head with a brick so much in comparison to basshunter fans)

Plus I think all men who believe a sleeveless vest with a waistcoat is a good look, is just a prick.



Today my head has been fucked up. I woke up with La Cucaracha in my head, this then got replaced by basshunter.
I blame this sudden burst of Basshunter hate on remembering my cousin singing "Boten Anna" to me oh holiday about 2 years ago.

Blergh

I have no idea what I want to do in the future cos I sucked at anything science related, whilst my little 14 year-old brother EXCELS IN EVERYTHING. He's crap at English and art, the two things I'm good at but for some reason that doesn't especially matter in my family. The boy wonder can do no wrong with his future plans to become a mathematical physicist, whilst I'm stuck deciding what to eat for lunch.
He has it so easy; he knows what he wants to do, understands most education systems as I've been through it already and doesn't constantly get given grief over HIS interests.
All I hear from my family is, "Oh you're always out and never spend enough time with us" and "God Yasmin, shopping isn't THE most IMPORTANT thing in the world-You'll discover that there's more to life than that!"
Well, in all honesty, can't they ever give my brother a bollocking about his excessive use on the XBox and the fact he NEVER LEAVES THE HOUSE??? He spends most of, actually no, ALL OF his time indoors playing Halo and watching videos on youtube of equally sad exbox gamers killing n00bs or whatever it is they do. Why can't my parents acknowledge that I am different from them and don't enjoy cycling or tennis, and would rather read Elle than the New Scientist? I'm sick of being looked at like an idot when I discuss politics and then be told that they already knew that aaaages before me.
I can't win with them and it's really frustrating. Being constantly wound up by your mother to think that you're stupid is a horrible feeling, especially when I know that I do have brains in my head, however I don't walk round like some arrogant prick parading my knowledge around and making other people feel inferior.
I prefer to make terrible, dumb jokes which make people laugh, instead of constantly spweing out intelligence. It's not just my brother I'm talking about-It's also certain others who's head's have grown to such epic proportions, it just makes me cringe.
When people have brains, I prefer for them to flaunt their intelligence using witty humour rather than just going on about how well they do. It doesn't make you look interesting or clever. It just makes you look like a prat.


Complaint over. I'm off to go lick some walls and listen to the sound of elevator music in my empty head.

WHO LIKES SHORT SHORTS

I certainly don't

BOHREDOHM

Had an interesting Friday night. Now I am at home on a Saturday with my little brother and his German exchange partner who drives me MADDD. I can't walk round the house without him staring and creeping the fuck out of me. Plus he keeps eating all the cornettos which just crosses the line.
But in the past few days I have realised that at the nice, good-looking men are either gay or have girlfriends. I'm not too sure about then being gay anymore, as in some pub on Friday Jessmondo and I ended up talking to this man who was so good looking he should have been shot to stop making other men look hideous. Possible the campest bloke ever, with the campest clothing, holding his fag in the camoest way. Then later we saw him with his girlfriend. HWUDHQSWHAT??/
Then some other person has a girlfriend but keeps doing strange things to indicate he likes me which I don't understand. I see him practically everyday though so it'll probably become more clear eventually.


My brother and Vincent (ze Deutscher) are currently watching 300. This reminds me of seeing Frenchman's flatmates at 11 in the morningdoing shots in their underwear and watching 300.
It's so true that first impressions stick. In my mind they will always be in neon y-fronts screaming stuff about Sparta.

THIS IS AN ACTUAL JOKE

Last night I had a dream (Martin LJ $tyl3) where I hit my head really hard into a block of ice and it HUUURTTTT.
Then this morning I woke up covered in water because the glass next to my bed had fallen over.

Just now I looked in the mirror and saw this fat purple bruise on the top of my head. I AM REALLY BAFFLED. I either hit myhead on the bedside table somehow or there was actually some sort of magical iceberg in my room smacking into my head whilst I was sleeping.
I told my brother about it and then he told me he had a dream about Aboriginal people transforming into a dildo. I think he wins in the weird dream stakes.

WATCH HOW MY HOUSE IS CURSED.


On the subject of phallic objects, I have to bring a fruit in tomorrow and I'm probably going to bring a banana. ZZZZZZ dull.

Or I might leave the house arlier and buy a pineapple at Morrisons to SPICE THINGS UP.

I have decided

If I do ever get a tattoo-I'm getting something like this:

Too much stresss

I actually think I'm losing it. I'm sure in a weeks time I'll be walking round Acton licking walls and muttering to myself or something, I am just so stressed all the time its ridiculous.
I have spent the last weekend having a really good time, but had too much to do with too little sleep. Friday night I went to this party at Rosie's where I helped looked after a rather fucked Lorna, thanks for helping her home with me josh*cough*.
Then woke up at 7 to go home so I could treck all the way to Elephant and Castle for an interview regarding my passport. They asked me what hospital my parents were born in and how old my GP is. I already find it hard enough remembering what I did 5 minutes before let alone those things.
Then I went to Oxford Street as I had to order from Selfridges and decided to go shopping. I got back home at 4 then had to help paint the bathroom.
Ella turns up at 7 and we get ready to go out. Leave at 9.15 and go to Foreign. Have goodtimes until about 2. Go buy a big box of greasy chips each for £1.70 and end up talking to some random blokes from Cyprus and end up searching for a bar with them. As it was 3am at this point, all the bars were either closing or full, so we end up going to the bus stop and the Cyprians go back to essex in their car.
Take night bus home as we are too poor and live too far to take a cab, Ella falls asleep so I draw a rather fetching mustache, beard and thick eyebrows on her face with my green eyeliner. Eventually we get home and sleep at about 4.30am.
Next day we wake up at 11 and meet up with Sophie in Ealing. Go back to mine, and attempt at making frappachinos. Then Sophie goes home at about 5, and it turns out that Charlotte will be late picking her up. Ella pretty much leaves at 9, where I realise I have no time for my art homework.

I don't think I can keep on top of schoolwork at the moment whilst maintaining a decent social life. Plus everytime something bad happens, I remember the French one and feel about 1004898324492842934 times worse. What I really need is an actual holiday somewhere sunny. Away from family and college. Also away from depressing thoughts about him.

Bleghh I have to go and do the art homework I didn't do yesterday. Who honestly likes Georgia O'Keeffe's art anyway?
NOBODY THINKS A FLOWER THAT LOOKS LIKE A VAG IS ALL KOOKY AND ALTERNATIVE.
ITS JUST SAD AND WEIRD.
gtfo.

I do love my Mum to death sometimes

I was in German today when a year 7 or something came to the class and said she had a note for me. I thought I'd done something wrong but no:

It takes things like this to remember that we are related to each other.

BIGGEST HATE OF MINE EVER

The question "what if?"

I hate it sooooooooooooo much

FAT BEAN

While looking for furry pill box hats on ebay I realised that my HEAD IS HUUUUGE.
60 CENTIMETERS!!!!!!!!
WHO HAS A 63 CENTIMETER HEAD???
The average size for women is 55, and for men its 58!

Oh god I knew I was deformed but this is taking the piss.
Can people please tell me the size of their heads so I can compare-I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE OUT THERE!



THIS IS SO RAWLY ME IN TEN YEARS TIME.

Retardation.

I have finally accepted and come to terms that my family is weird.

I come home today and my brother tells me him and Mum went out to buy goldfish and they called them Stalin and Masterchief.
Masterchief would be an even more jokes name if I didn't know he was the main character in Halo. (I know that through my brother playing it obsessively on a daily basis)
But still, the fact my family went out and bought fish is pretty baffling. It was weird enough we already got fish named Mussolini and Clive, but I just feel so confused about it right now.
:/

Genetically, Im FUCKED.

Requiem For A Dream

Never fails to depress me/put me off recreational drugs.
They should play this to 10 year olds to stop them from becoming heroin addicts.

I'm a pill poppin animal syrup sippin nigga, im so high you could'nt reach me with a fuckin antenna

Today I've been sat at home all day with some sort of throat infection which is preventing me from eating, drinking, or just generally anything that involves swallowing. So basically I am pilled up with paracetamol, iboprufen and lozenges(who knew they had medication in them?? KRAZY!)
But whenever I have to swallow the little bastards it hurts unbelievable amounts. Plus every time I tried to sleep I couldn't because my throat is so swollen up I can barely breathe. Plus my neck is all stiff and swollen so I am forced to sleep on my back. FACE UP AS WELL.
I have always been foetal position kinda gal so this sucks for me.

I also have shitloads of psychology I have to get done for tomorrow. I don't understand the question either so that'll be a bitch to finish. Ahhh what a crap day.

What I really want right now is some morphine, sleep, and Sigmund Freud to do my work for me.

I have isssuuuessssss

Four reasons why I am a total and utter spack:

• I think like someone else. AGAIN. I need to take some sort of hormonal treatment to stop it, or go see a doctor. Probably a sliiiight rebound but I dont know. I need to stop this as it is weird and creepy. However he laughs at my terrible jokes and is really really hilarious. (In a good way. Not the type of hilarious where you laugh at their mullet. NOT THAT HE HAS A MULLET. You get the point.)
  

• Psychology lessons make me think up morbid things, involving babies. Plus it keeps me awake for most of the night wondering why pigeons are clever enough to learn how to play ping pong, but too stupid to realise that the cheese string they are picking off the floor is wrapped in plastic.

• I FIND THIS SO FUNNY I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING EVERY TIME I SEE IT:

• Today we wondered if disabled people can play rugby, so I had a look at youtube at school and I found this video. I don't know if its wrong to watch it or not-I mean, people actually PLAY THIS. I am also really worried somebody caught us looking at it
  

The blog post of a socially deprived teenager

My Grandmother just arrived from Holland meaning I basically have one of three options every day:

a. Cook me food and make me feel bad if I don't eat it. Then complain that I need to stop eating because I'm getting fatter.
b.Tell me that I'm not the same Yaz as I was 10 years ago. Err, duh?

c.I need to go to bed at a decent hour. This decent hour being 8.30. Then when I do, she checks up on me every 15 minutes to tell me to turn my lights off.

Plus she thinks I enjoy being at home all the time and makes me feel bad when I go out. Therefore extinguishing whatever remains of my already burning out social life. The fact my stalker at school causes everyone to sit a radius of 1.5 metres away from me doesn't help much either.
I swear to god if he keeps staring at me in class I will throw something at him. The worst thing is NOBODY UNDERSTANDS. Everyone just thinks he's a nice guy. Weird, but still nice.
But then again, nice guys don't stare at you constantly throughout the lessons, alienate you from the rest of civilisation, try to touch up your leg under the table, make weird jokes about "fingering you" and attempt to follow you back to where you live.
If that guy finds out where I live I am a dead woman. He'll probably strangle me in my sleep and tell me about his mother. Plus Robert is being a dick for not helping me out by getting rid of him.


Gay.
Now I have to go back to the kitchen and play card games with my gran. In Dutch. I hate speaking dutch when I'm tired, and thats exactly how I'm feeling right now.
Blah.




Also, just to piss you off...



















I LOST THE GAME
I hate you for that Alex.

Oh wow

If he's too lazy to bother then fuck it-There are more fish in the sea.
I'M A LADY WIV DEMANDZ U KNO.


Only real men make the effort.

I MISS MI NELLA AND MI ROPH

I need to see them TOGETHER again soon.
I see Sophie on her own a lot making it easier to sexually assault her.