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Thank da lord.

Dublin was actually quite nice, but generally the whole holiday was very wet, windy and cold. Making up for that in the October holidays if I go with family somewhere, unless I go to Amsterdam with Lorn/ New York with Soph (MAJORLY POOR ATM THOUGH).
Ireland was full of ginger people though, but for some reason I kept ending up talking to French men-Pretty sure It's some sort of sixth sense. Plus I wanted to kidnap this dog, Pip. I love animals, but I barely ever "awwww" at them, making me feel like some sort of heartless man-beast. But this dog was probably the CUTEST-WUTEST ICKLY FLUFFYBALL I HAVE EVER SEEN.(I blame the weather for the state of baldness I am in, however I have no excuse for the size of the schnozz.)

But at least I'm back-Going to do some Reading shopping tomorrow and then go collect my exam results and head on over to the Festival.

Plus I think my boyfriend's going to break up with me,which is a pretty happy thought.
I don't know.
I really miss him and his lanky Frenchness so much, but he doesn't realise just how much. Should be sorting that all out tomorrow hopefully, but it is making me into some depressed nervous wreck, and one minute I'm really happy and the next I just want to cry.

I wish I had a hobby which could take my mind off things, like wood carving or something.

Jus chillin in Ireland

Bad weather.
Good surf.

Somehow managed to get a tan even though theres barely been any sun. In the past 2 days I have seen two very, very wrong things.
Going horseriding now (LOL) and will log properly when I get back. I miss my French one too much right now.


EXITED FOR READING.

Holy mother fucking jeezusss

Before I leave for Ireland, (I come back on the 19th) I will leave you with a photo of one of the most disturbing things I have seen in a long time. If you squint it looks real.


I DONT CARE WAT U SAY-ITZ REAL! I'm sure the bag was probably a random chihuahua saved from a Chinese restaurant, probably thinking it was saved. Then only to be hollowed out and covered in a layer of leather.
PETA wouldn't approve.
I actually hate PETA. don't like being told what to do/eat/wear.
Animals taste good.
Let me eat them






BAI.
See you gaiz l8r.

Oh dear

Dizzee,

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE???

Firecrotch

I had a dream last night that Lindsay Lohan told me she was a lesbian then we went to Thorpe Park.



Boyfriend is still ill, so I probably won't be seeing him until after Reading. Going to Ireland tomorrow to surf with the family. Their feeble excuses of "There will be kids your age" just makes me throw up in my mouth a little, and puts me off life in general. I hate how adults always assume that you will automatically get on with people who share your age. No.
They will probably all be 15-year old social retards in tracksuits knowing how my luck has been this holiday. Argh everything is so shit and I miss my Frenchie so so so much. Three weeks of not seeing your boyfriend is a fucking pile of shit.
Next year there is no way that I am being dragged anywhere on "holiday" by my family. I'll cut off my finger or something if they do.

PAINNNNNNNNN

Waxing makes me wish I was a man. Society would allow me to walk round like a hairy beast and nobody would care. Or maybe I should move to China. (On the subway in Beijing it was not a pleasant experience being pressed up against women's armpits I'll tell you that.)

So here I am now in all my sore-legged glory with NOTHING TO DO.
Everyone is on holiday apart from a few, (Thank God for Ramesh) plus the boyfriend is ill so I didn't see him the other day and yet again made up for my loneliness with my debit card. It's been 2 weeks since I last saw him. SHAMEFUL.

I have spent the past 2 days either shopping (ON MY OWN LIKE A RIGHT LONER) or watching Malcolm in the middle. I have decided that I am going to have a child like Dewey. I am going to force him to look like Dewey as well, maybe with some DIY plastic surgery and a few boxes of hair dye. Then I will make him watch Malcolm In The Middle from the day he's born until he starts to behave in the same way as Dewey does.
I love Dewey.


I just realised none of my blogging mentions social interaction. I could just as well be a whelk or something-It would make no difference to my social life.(But at least I would have seaweed to talk to or something.)

MY GOD THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN ONE SHIT PILE OF LONLINESS.
I want Reading to hurry up before I set fire to my sorry self and run onto the M25 during rush hour.

IZ BAK

Fiiiinally I'm back from Holland after a whole week of seeing ancient great-aunts and other relatives. But on the plus side, I am now a master at card games, walking round aimlessly and buying bread. (I made about 6481239123 trips to the shop to curb my boredom.)
I hav no luv 4 Holland no more. I will happily sell my heritage for some magic beans or some shit like that.


Highlight of the week was going shopping when my gran was out and buying this really nice skirt, even though it was ludicrously priced. But it should work for the gothic trend in A/W if I match it with a white lacy Victorian-style blouse or a checkered shirt with a pussy bow. Am going shopping again tomorrow to get something along those lines and these heels from French Connection. My wardrobe keeps expanding at the rate of knots, so college next year should be goooooood.



ALSO SEEING THE BOY TOMORROW.
I haven't actually seen him in two weeks and I've only had phonecalls with him discussing porn and men touching themselves, now I know romance is dead.
EXIIITED!
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