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-Sunday, March 18, 2007 ' 5:15 AM
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This Little creep is ecstatically happy today. For today, it picked up its dress for the ball. I have no idea why i am typing in third person, but as u may have gathered, i am rather excited. i managed to pick up all my ball bits and pieces today. Which means i spent all my wages. Silly me ^.^
So, i got the:


So for this occasion, i will be all dolled up with professional make-up hair stylings etc. Which is possibly a little Eccentric but meh.
I intend to capture every moment of this event with my faithful camera. Not going to miss a thing.
So excited! Everybody attending is going to look Grand.
I know that there is a fair bit of controversy clouding the celebrations of the ball this year, but when it boils down to it, It is our Year twelve ball and Everyone intends to just have the time of their lives.

And I've turned into a fortune Cookie.
Lol, must Dash.





-Wednesday, March 14, 2007 ' 5:42 AM
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Ya know what?
IM SICK TO SHIT of this whole ball malarkey.
The year elevens in our school an all go fuck off and die. This is our ball. OUR YEAR 12 BALL! you little fuckers have no right to gatecrash. And as for the year 12's inviting year 11's, cant you find someone of your own maturity and age level?
oh sorry i forgot, you already DO have the maturity level of a year eleven. No make that, year 8 maturity level.
Nobody wants you there.
Is that reason enough for you not to go?
No, i dont suppose it is. Well who cares. I said you aren't coming. What i say is law.

The one authorizing this?
Who's is this fucker you ask.
Well ironically, its not the principle who's allowing it, its Mr Paul fucktard Housley behind it. Him and his stupid ideology that the whole school must pass or they will never amount to anything ever again.
The Principle should be taking control of the situation. Not That Housley fucker. I don't even know what Mr Housley's position is.
Does anybody have any clue?
Somebody, give me a reason to rip into him, and i will.

Watch your back old man





-Friday, March 09, 2007 ' 11:15 PM
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Well. This little Creep has had an awsumtastic two days. Wanna hear about it?
Course you do.

I had my dear Hazel-Nut sleep over. My Whole family officially loves her as much as me now. hehehe.

During dinner, i decided on impulse to go to the movies. So we chose to see "Norbit"
Eddy Murphy played dual roles in this movie. As both the Weedy little Push over and As the grossly Overweight beluga whale of a woman. A funny movie, however it was rather spoiled by a bunch of Juvenile delinquents horsing around. And im not talking throwing popcorn or assorted lolly goods, im talking :running in and out of the theater every five minutes, loud talking and laughing and, horse rides. HORSE RIDES for sobbing out loud! What sane person does that?
absolute losers. Thats who.
And then, after the movie whilst we were leaving, some old broad had a hissy fit at us, thinking that we took part in the disturbances. We corrected her and told her that we weren't in company with them. She didn't really apologize, but continued to rant. Stupid old blighter. :)

Then came The Photo booth Saga. See i had the not so brilliant idea of getting some of the photos printed off my camera. We had to choose the prints that we wanted. We kept picking the wrong number of prints. This little creep was so clueless. By the time we had chosen then and they were being developed, My sister had rolled up and we had to leave the rest of the prints behind!

We ended up getting home at around Eleven o'clock. This is when the "Doona" debate began. See over in england, they dont use the word "doona". They say "duvet" Or "quilt"
Now thats just weird.
Somehow or other, we got onto the subject of french words. My Favorite phrase would have to have been "Acoulet De Poulet" Which means "Chicken Fucker"
Lol where do they come up with that crap.
I soon dropped off after that.

Bright and early (8.00) I woke to find Hazel awake(with her make-up from last night still bloody perfect i might add). I think she was rather disgusted as waking up as such a ludicrous time. Hell i would be devo too if i normally start my Saturday at 11:00 and were made to wake at 8:00!

At 9:00, we started out. We looked to see if our photos were still there and to my surprise and delight, they were! lucky findings!.

Then on to hair Warehouse for my nose peircing. By this time my stomach was turning cirlces.
I chose my Jewelry and The girl took it for sterilization. So Hazel And i had to go and wander aimlessly for 15 minutes. That fifteen minutes could no have gone any slower!

We made our way back to hair Warehouse and i was taken out the back. I was ready to back out when i saw the equipment. Some weird Pipe thing that was fitted up my nostril and a helllllllla long needle. I shouldn't have even looked at it.

She told me to close my eyes and she stuck that nasty-sharp needle Right in there. Real quick like. I spose i got more of a shock than pain. Hazel Chose to turn and look at the wrong time. She turned just in time to see the needle going in. NOT good my friends.
The Girl Fitted the Jewel and cleaned my nose up. I paid and walked out of there looking like a bit of a druggie because my eyes were red as. See, when for example you get hit on the nose, this triggers the eyes to tear up. Nerve endings and such. So when the needle pierced my skin, i looked like i was bawling like a baby. But it still looked good despite the redness that occurred.

After that, we went to pick up Hazels ball dress. Absolutely gorgeous. But im not telling you what it looks like, If you go to my school, you will get to see it at the ball.

Then we went home.

There. thats my awsum story.
Aint you glad you read it?
Well, i kept you entertained i hope and if not, You suck

lol





-Thursday, March 01, 2007 ' 2:17 AM
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Fair weather Friend.

I sometimes get the obnoxious feeling that one of the people i consider to be a good friend is actually what i call a "fair weather friend". This basically means that they are friends when it suits them.
Lets call them Charlotte. Charlotte is in most of my classes. And considering that i am the only one she has in those classes, she is only to ready to chat and be friendly. Whereas, cometh it to childcare and she has another friend in there, she barely talks to me at all and would rather do everything with her other friend. So fair weather or not? you decide

Also another thing with Charlotte is that she constantly makes me feel wrong for being myself. If she is my friend, she should love me for who i am, not what i am.
Like today all she did was tell me how gay/boring/weird i was. The she quite happily proceeded to leech of my work. How Shallow can you get. Then when i get narky, she tells me not to take everything to heart. I am the sort of person that takes things such as that to heart.
GOD.
SO!
DAMN!
IRRITATED!

OK so another annoying incident that shat me off today goes as follows. I'm working with a partner in maths. And we are outside doing a project. There are two male ass-holes across from us. For a whole 40 minutes, they sit there taking the mickey out of me. And my partner is laughing with them the whole time. When i become irritated, they tell me to relax, take a chill pill. You've just sat here for forty fucking minutes, taking the piss out of me. what the hell do you expect me to do? it's not funny so im not going to laugh it off. My parter continually tells me to chill or take a chill pill. It makes me feel even more an idiot. And she will say it again, even when im just asking a question. Then they look over at the guys and grin.
Not going to work with her again. Rather work all by my damn self.







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