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.