Anger managment required.

Stupid Bloody Anorexic Skinny Fit Popular Dumb Confident Loserface Asshole Nutcase Slutty Horney Shitty Moody Carefree Stuckup Snobbish Cheaky Exclusive Backstabbing Loud Whorish Golddigging Desperate Poledancing Highheelshowoffs Pigheaded Annoying Nosey BITCHES!

I hate you all! Look how angry you make me! Being angry is BAD. BAD I TELL YOU! BAD!!!

You are the reason iIcant look in a mirror and be completly confident enough to parade around naked. (not that I would)

Who could of known that becoming a director for a day was actually going to fun!

In fact being behind a camera has got me all obsessive. I knew i was photo-genic, but now, i am basicly camera-genic!

A Day With Dad.

Dad squished my doughnut (by accident). My jam filled doughnut. No fat in a ring for me. No no no.

Dad ran over my jam filled doughnut with a shopping trolley. I was the idiot who dropped it. No doughtnut for me. No no no.

Dad signed me up to the gym. The one with hotty male personal trainers. Yes sweaty me and sweaty men. Yes yes yes.

Dad asked for help in the garden today. We cut down trees. Yes now I have HELL sore arms. Yes yes yes.

Dad started to sing on the way home. I sang as well. Yes we're awesome at it. Yes yes yes.

PAIN!

Like SO totally going on my next Christmas list, Birthday list or basically any list untill there mine!

Ok, so I know i go on about stilettos and how I would wear them everyday if I could. But these are crossing a thin line. You can almost see the face on the model, who by the way has rather disturbing feet. I think her name might be B**** THESE FUKIN SHOES! I know that would be the words from my mouth if the were my feet.

Ouch.

Following up on one of previous blogs, 'You Cant Handle the Truth...'


The one who never realy liked me, they just liked my mother, was a young hormonal, 'get up for anyone' sicko/pig. I wont publicly name his name, but i will say i unfortunatly attended school with him whilst in england. An yes, this was primary school. But he didn't state this fact to me unill recently, when he viewed my semi pictures i believe it was.

I guess my mum looked hot... According to him.... God that sounds akward to say.... signing off now.

Couple of points i would like to make.

point 1- People are complaing about the cold. I dont have a jumper at the mo, so im subsituting it with my school veste instead leaving me sleevless. But at this very moment in time when people are wrapped in their bed sheets and possibly shivering I happen to be SWEATING. The family find it cold, so the heating is on high 32 degrees it was the last time i checked. I am actually wearing a singlet and finding it hot! Sigh. I guess I'm just different.

Point 2- Saw Harry Potter today, VERY GOOD! (Happy B-day Janey!) I will confess to crying. And I happen to cry in alot of movies for merly finding it sad, but this one hit home. In a particular scene where Harry is in an 'abandoned' office (saying this to not spoil the movie...) It reminded me of the time I had to go through my grandad's home office to find his watch that he was to be burried with. My mum was too upset to do so herself therefore I was both being helpful and strong in doing it. So that is why i cried.

Point 3- I hate hormones.

The End. No more points. Finshed.

'Finito.'

"You Cant Handle The Truth!"

-A Few Good Men

Somethings are better kept quiet then told.

For Instance, "I have never really liked you.- I just liked your mother." Is something that is better kept quiet than told.

You Cant Handle the Truth has proven to be right in my life multiple times. Old friends have now become sickos who are attracted to older women. And close friends have become too close. Its time I start telling thruth that can't be handled.

Indeed. It's Time.

My Proposal

My proposal to my younger siblings is to STOP pissing me off. I woke to the feeling of optimism this morning, to find that my siblings have turned this fulfulling emotion causing me to become this down right pessimistic person.

But on a lighter note, My proposal to myself to help me regain my optimisim.

Endure in happy thoughts

Be Creative

Listening to music

Play Scrabble with mother dearest

Block out siblings.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Blog Virginity

It is gone.

Sitting on my bedroom floor, in some nice black clothes and black stilletos. life is good. Waiting to be picked up to go to the theatre.

I don't know if i am blogging or twittering at the moment...

blogging virginity = vanished.