MY ANGRY DAY!
Told my friends about my idea to help raise money for the 40 Hour Famin. I hope they don't take it as THEIR idea and get more credit for it then I.
In year 5 I found out the teachers birthday and organised and celebration for her, but the girls in the class said it was other people who did it, not me.
In year 8 I asked if Wellesly College could come to QMC and we could have a day to chill out with the boys. The girls took it in as THEIR idea and again I got shit all credit.
Why must I be so fucking irratated by these petty little things. It truely fucks the fucking fucks out of me.
This year for the 40 Hour Famin my idea is to set up a fashion show of which male and female students AND teachers take part in the modelling and clothing stores lend clothes for them to model. Thus giving promotion for the stores. Students helping out by serving sparkling grape juice and tickets costing $10-$15. Tickets to be designed, hall to be decorated, lights to be perfected, music to be cut, models to be found etc. This is all if we're allowed to carry it out.
Had an arguement with an ex friend from QMC, bet she went to QMC and whinged about it to everyone because that what she does (not that I didn't - I did - I do that too...) Just it's amazing at the difference I see between my Tawa friends and ex friends at QMC. QMC girls are truely spoilt rotton girls who want to get rid of the rich girl reputation by getting drunk, losing their virginity and regretting everything in the morning. It just fucks me off how they actually DON'T work or help out, they just ask daddy for $50 for town and there we are. (I'm probably going to get into trouble for this) My Tawa friends are so amazingly down to earth, and they actually have jobs and they NEVER toss up between work and movies, they choose work so they can go out another time, because they have to EARN their OWN money. Everyone at Tawa is really REALLY caucious of everyone else. Freaks, geeks, losers, popular, smart, ugly, pretty EVERYONE just HONESTLY looks out for EVERYONE. No bullshit. It's so nice to be in that atmosphere.
My arguement resulted in my having one of my usual ramblings about if I leave I'll probably go upstairs and have a cut, and I don't want that so I stay on talking trash. Although she got fed up, said I was insulting and I left for a cut, which sucks cause now I have to hide it.
I wanted to just sit with mum because she calms me and clears my mind, but my brother knows it's that time of month and I'm PMSing LOTS and he just wanted to make my life hell and not move, so I went upstairs with a blade.
I'm such a fucking F A T T Y ! ! ! That's all I hear from my brother.
"Hi Fatty"
"Oi Fatass" - NEVER "Oi" me it's absolutly DISGUSTING!!!
"What a tank"
"BUTT SCWIDGE!"
"Miss Butch"
"Fuck you're fat"
"That happened because you're so fucking fat"
It's so depressing. I came back from Auckland with PRESENTS for him and he just carries on being a fucking little shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I H A T E T H I S
Lette Xxx
In year 5 I found out the teachers birthday and organised and celebration for her, but the girls in the class said it was other people who did it, not me.
In year 8 I asked if Wellesly College could come to QMC and we could have a day to chill out with the boys. The girls took it in as THEIR idea and again I got shit all credit.
Why must I be so fucking irratated by these petty little things. It truely fucks the fucking fucks out of me.
This year for the 40 Hour Famin my idea is to set up a fashion show of which male and female students AND teachers take part in the modelling and clothing stores lend clothes for them to model. Thus giving promotion for the stores. Students helping out by serving sparkling grape juice and tickets costing $10-$15. Tickets to be designed, hall to be decorated, lights to be perfected, music to be cut, models to be found etc. This is all if we're allowed to carry it out.
Had an arguement with an ex friend from QMC, bet she went to QMC and whinged about it to everyone because that what she does (not that I didn't - I did - I do that too...) Just it's amazing at the difference I see between my Tawa friends and ex friends at QMC. QMC girls are truely spoilt rotton girls who want to get rid of the rich girl reputation by getting drunk, losing their virginity and regretting everything in the morning. It just fucks me off how they actually DON'T work or help out, they just ask daddy for $50 for town and there we are. (I'm probably going to get into trouble for this) My Tawa friends are so amazingly down to earth, and they actually have jobs and they NEVER toss up between work and movies, they choose work so they can go out another time, because they have to EARN their OWN money. Everyone at Tawa is really REALLY caucious of everyone else. Freaks, geeks, losers, popular, smart, ugly, pretty EVERYONE just HONESTLY looks out for EVERYONE. No bullshit. It's so nice to be in that atmosphere.
My arguement resulted in my having one of my usual ramblings about if I leave I'll probably go upstairs and have a cut, and I don't want that so I stay on talking trash. Although she got fed up, said I was insulting and I left for a cut, which sucks cause now I have to hide it.
I wanted to just sit with mum because she calms me and clears my mind, but my brother knows it's that time of month and I'm PMSing LOTS and he just wanted to make my life hell and not move, so I went upstairs with a blade.
I'm such a fucking F A T T Y ! ! ! That's all I hear from my brother.
"Hi Fatty"
"Oi Fatass" - NEVER "Oi" me it's absolutly DISGUSTING!!!
"What a tank"
"BUTT SCWIDGE!"
"Miss Butch"
"Fuck you're fat"
"That happened because you're so fucking fat"
It's so depressing. I came back from Auckland with PRESENTS for him and he just carries on being a fucking little shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I H A T E T H I S
Lette Xxx