...i was going to write a post loving delirious?, but i'm currently watching a programme on bbcthree about the most irritating pop songs. so, yeah, most of them are pure cheese - whitney's i will always love you and toploader's dancing in the moonlight - but then they rounded on poor daniel bedingfield. and they didn't even criticise his song, if ( Read more... )

grrr. i am actually sick of this. it doesn't make any sense to me anymore. if he wants to "get on" with his life, then he shouldn't ask his mother to pass messages to me through my best friend. if he wants to talk, then fine, but at least be mature about it and talk - instead of bitching about how all this is my fault. 'cause it bloody well isn't. ( Read more... )

i officially give up. i officially suck at italian. it's become painfully clear today that i'm never gonna pass my stupid aural exam and therefore i shall fail my as and my 'a'-level in the goddamn subject and therefore the chances of me being able to study it at university are officially nil. there, i said it.

i can't learn the interventi per ( Read more... )

argh... we have a freakin' mouse in the house! it's physically repulsing me to think that it's scurrying around...

anyway, the real reason for this blog - i need to veeeeeeeent! i hate drama! i'm so sick of the awesome threesome and all their awesomeness, chocolateness and other crap. i don't care if they hate me or think i'm some self-centred ( Read more... )

...Meh.  I'm having one of those days again.  I really thought I'd gotten over it.  Over him.  But, I don't know, anymore.  His mixed messages and wrong signals hurt me so much, they made me feel so stupid.  I was angry with him for leading me on, and angry with myself for allowing myself to believe that he was any different from any of the other ( Read more... )

I'm so angry right now...I don't know where else I can say any of this, so I'll just post it here...

Okay...I bitch about a lot of things, but I trust that Mum won't take it any further and tell anyone, or anything like that.  Anyway...I haven't seen my Dad for about 6 months, so after nagging me into submission, Mum arranged for us to meet up ( ( Read more... )

Gah...I'm. So. Tired. It was double P.E. day today, so I went riding, wooo! That was so much fun, even if the brakes on our horses were slightly too effective for my liking...and then I stunk of horses after - which would've been fine, there was only half an hour of school left, but then I was told that my presence was required in work...so quick ( Read more... )

So what if we're going out, so what if we're not? What business is it of hers? None!

And for the record: We're not.

I don't think I can do this any more...it's not fair on either of us.  You can't tell me you love me and then drop me like a tonne of bricks when all you do is continuously talk about the girls from gymnastics (who are 3 foot taller and 5 stone lighter than me) who are around.  You can't tell me you miss me and then not contact me for 3 weeks...   ( Read more... )

Just because YOUR son can't hack Sixth Form and so has dropped out, it gives you no right to criticise what I do/don't do with MY weekends....grrr!