In about 1 hour and 10 minutes, the last house I will have visited will be Sophie, to talk about our FUCKING PARTY in May :D I am so going to be the cutest boy there- because I'm going as Ianto... the female version :) I'll be the cutest boy, because we're not having blokes at our partAY and I'll be the closest thing to one :D

Bah, I don't like ( Read more... )

 Well, most things, I think I MUST have a mild case of OCD or something. I can't have my DVDs not in series order, I can't sleep. I like my figures (okay, I only have three... but I will have more soon!) side by side in lines. With my little Pokemon figures, I have an M&M Chewie in the middle, and there has to be the same number of Pokemon figures ( Read more... )

 I you do count as a friend!) if they aren't, I wont let them read my stuff.

Ah, and my drawing- my PROPER stuff, not that silly stuff that I've posted up here and on deviantart and shown almost everyone. The serious stuff, the stuff I get D's and C's for in Art. The stuff I do of a night whilst listening to the stuff Ashes sent me and scribbling ( Read more... )

Her ability to shrug hurtful comments off and laugh at them. To not develop grudges, or at least- not show that she has a grudge against that person. To be active, to be liked, to be good at most things. To be one of the greatest people in the world. To be able to put up with me *laughs* that's a big one! To not... to not get as obsessive as I do, ( Read more... )

Myself as a whole. Just every single thing that I do, makes me ashamed. Being too obsessive about the little things, being a total nutter, being an arsehole as a friend. Just everything. Oh well, 'it's not the end of the world, Grace' they say, but to me, it is- and that what makes me ashamed of being me.

Wow, that was majorly depressing!

Well, me being a depressive person I get let down a lot; or at least I think I get let down a lot. I get let down by my mate, if she doesn't come to find me in the computer room. I get let down if people don't do things when I want them to (i.e. doesn't write something, or post something, or draw something, or add soemthing in that I asked them to ( Read more... )

 
What would I do? Well, for starters, I'd go around and see who I could kiss; see what I could get away with. If it was some sort of deadly disease and I knew beforehand that I had a week to live, I'd see what gorgeous actors houses I could find, ring the doorbell, snog them, and then run off.

Andrew would be my last one, I'd want to die knowing how ( Read more... )