Do they train people at this school in first-grade incompetence?
What about friends? That too, I think.
P.S. The idea behind cathartic writing is that you don't then use it to annoy the fuck out of everyone around you.
~curls up in ball under covers and shuts world out~
That fucking picture is really fucking annoying me. ~slams fist into picture~ There. Not so pretty any more, are you, hmm?
~right-hooks Gemma/Jewel for the hell of it too~
~goes back into hiding~
~lines up Roger's lack-of-power-of-speech, Andy's hair, John's yes-it's-all-in-the-past-now drugs, Warren's shirts-not-that-he-usually-wears-any-but-when-he-does-they're-fucking-awful, Nick's clothes-from-1986-to-the-present-day, Simon's ego, and Joe~
~gets out a motherfucker of a flamethrower~
~torches the lot~
I may love you, but you're not fucking perfect, you bastards.
Ah, what the hell. ~explodes the whole of Duran~ There. Now my reason for living is blown to bits, perhaps I can get on with things.
~watches Nick's hair, impervious to every explosive thanks to being dyed so many times, float down from the rafters and land at her feet~
~leaves the 'Tiger Tiger' warehouse~
~folds up and cries~
I've been going through Vogue - which, incidentally, the house staff refused to give me my requisite copy of, because they didn't have enough, until I pointed out that they'd written the same girl's name on two copies - ~applauds house staff~ - looking at all the things I'm not rich enough to buy my family for Christmas.
It's really quite depressing.
Although it's given me some pretty good ideas, I suppose. I think I'll just get everything in Churchill Square on one day, like I did last time.
Well, my boyfriend won't talk to me, my closest friends won't answer me and the school is ignoring me.
Why on earth would I be having a bad day?
I feel like I've got a boa constrictor round my heart. I can't stop crying and I can't get anything done. Argh.
If I don't do my work, dad's going to shout at me more. Also, Chris won't be able to come and stay.
...we all have bad days. This was one - not just for me, it seems.
I don't know how to get out of this, but I expect I will, sooner or later. I've just spent an hour venting about my dad, and I feel slightly better. We'll be singing Britten in choir, and I've got Air on my CD player - thank god for music. This really is very beautiful. ~nods towards CD player~ Everyone should have it.
Spell your name backwards: Floow Ylime. ~tilts head~ Surely some kind of bad guy the Turtles would have had to fight...
Where do you live? At home.
Describe yourself in three words: New Romantic Diva
Who is your worst enemy? Annabel Fucking Smeeth. Oh, and miserable goths. ~ggls@an entry I made once~
If you could have ANY animal for a pet, what would it be? A snake.
Have you ever used a spork? No, I got the foon.
Do you even know what a spork is? Of course I do.
What is the latest you've ever stayed up? I usually drop asleep around 5am if I do stay up.
Ever been to Belgium? Yep, and I'll be spending Christmas there.
What's your favourite coin? 50p pieces and bright shiny 2ps.
Random, but still, it takes up some of the time, non?
I repeat, thank god for music. ~sighs~
I've said some things I didn't mean, today.
But not about my dad.
I realised this is going to be the first weekend ever when I'd genuinely rather be here than go home.
I guess I just shouldn't have got up today.
Well, I...I don't know. I just want everybody to be happy, as Kathy Burke said on NMTB with Simon.
We have a thief in our house. Most people think it's Jewel. Poor Jewel. It probably is her...I want it to be her, if it's her and people start looking at what's wrong with her then maybe they'll sort out the bigger, more dangerous what's-wrong-with-her and she won't have to keep putting up a front and hurting people. Poor Jewel.
I will not will not WILL not post a private entry tonight. I'll only look back on it and go "argh".