Parent Teacher Interveiws. Yuk

Krumping!

Pretty sure if pictures were to be taken last night... I may have looked a little something like this.... Except... I'd be white of course.

Imagine it.

New stuff

A new desk. Emma has a new desk. Its a nice desk! Its a comfortable desk. I like it.

Maybe with this new desk a sudden urge of dreams will run into my mind and i will be tempted to wrte them all down and create the next 'Twilight'. I could be a writer. It will improve my english. I will be a better student. I will be a better person. God a desk can do so much! I should get new stuff more often.

Why is it that everything seems to happen during the period where your access to technology is very very limited?

Things I'm Hating now:
Monologues.
Skinny/bikini model People.
People that can afford the things I want!
And not being invited to the Semi. (not that i know anyone to take me...)
The random named 'Ben' on my msn account.

Things I'm Liking Right now:
Working out -personal home workout everyday after school, gym on weekends.
Sleepovers - Jen's house Saturday! Plenty of movies in mind and POPCORN
Got my internet back!
Shoes Shoes and more shoes!

What else is there to squeeze into a catch-up blog?

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.