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Why start writing today? Today of all days?
Well, I guess better late then never. And really, I'm not starting to write; I've kept a diary for as long as I can remember. But I am getting so fed up with Taylor and the other chavs nicking it that I've taken up Kelly's offer and let her set me up online. Honest to god, I am computer illiterate, but Kelly's reassured me that this is easy. And hey, if Chelsea has managed, how hard can it be?
This was Kelly's birthday present to me; the laptop I mean. I was mega impressed. She always gives a good gift but WOW!!! A laptop? That's beyond extravagant. I think she got it off Flash - there's no way she could afford one from a real shop. This was my favourite birthday present, though I think Taylor's voucher promising not to bug me for a month (we'll see how long that lasts) was the most useful. I can't believe I got so much. The twins gave me vodka and shot glasses - always welcome. The geeks clubbed and bought me 'Amo, Amas, Amat and all that', a comical look at Latin. I love Latin! Chelsea gave me pink Dior lipstick, which I suppose I can sell to Peaches or Chloe or someone, and those two bought me concealer "for all the spots you have from eating too much chocolate", apparently. Celia, bless, adopted a tiger for me, as this helps the environment, and makes a cuddly gift for me. I even get a free ticket to the zoo to see it. I've never been to the zoo before - quite excited. Though do you have to go in the day? I hate going out in the sun. Ah well... Even the teachers gave me presents; 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles' from Miss Dickinson, and 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' from Miss Fritton. Nothing except a letter from my parents. "We have donated your birthday gift this year to those less fortunate then yourself." This translates as "We needed the money for food and booze". Whatever. They can stick it. Thank god for boarding school!
I love it here. St. Trinian's. Yup, that 'infamous brotel for female delinquents'. Don't know why we have that reputation. I'm not a delinquent. Kelly's not a delinquent. Taylor's not...well, okay, maybe Taylor and her chavs are, but thats about it, really. And Celia's batty, but completely harmless. Meh. I don't understand people's attitudes. This is what's wrong with the world. People have misconceptions about everything and won't change their views. Like because of my makep and clothes, people hate me. They don't know me, they don't want to know me. They just hate them because I don't dress conventionally and follow Jordan slavishly. Maybe I have real heroes like, I dunno, Enid Blyton (though that documentory destroyed her for me), or Helena Bonham Carter, or George Elliot or Mrs. Pankhurst. Yup, I may be an emo, but I am definitely a feminist. Anyway, I am hardly an emo. I don't cut myself - why do people do that? I don't listen just to Evanescence (they are on my i-pod - another hand-me-down from Kelly - but so are a load of Disney songs and Sweeney Todd lyrics and even 1940s jazz... I have eclectic taste). I just happen to like the emo style; black clothes and heavy makeup and random hair. I suit it, and for now, I'll roll with it. So deal with it.
I have nothing else to say. Meh. I'm gonna go find Kelly and get her to actually post this. Can everyone read this? Am I making a fool of myself pouring my heart out on the internet? Buggeration! I miss the simple times of ink and parchment. Stupid 21st century...
Well, I guess better late then never. And really, I'm not starting to write; I've kept a diary for as long as I can remember. But I am getting so fed up with Taylor and the other chavs nicking it that I've taken up Kelly's offer and let her set me up online. Honest to god, I am computer illiterate, but Kelly's reassured me that this is easy. And hey, if Chelsea has managed, how hard can it be?
This was Kelly's birthday present to me; the laptop I mean. I was mega impressed. She always gives a good gift but WOW!!! A laptop? That's beyond extravagant. I think she got it off Flash - there's no way she could afford one from a real shop. This was my favourite birthday present, though I think Taylor's voucher promising not to bug me for a month (we'll see how long that lasts) was the most useful. I can't believe I got so much. The twins gave me vodka and shot glasses - always welcome. The geeks clubbed and bought me 'Amo, Amas, Amat and all that', a comical look at Latin. I love Latin! Chelsea gave me pink Dior lipstick, which I suppose I can sell to Peaches or Chloe or someone, and those two bought me concealer "for all the spots you have from eating too much chocolate", apparently. Celia, bless, adopted a tiger for me, as this helps the environment, and makes a cuddly gift for me. I even get a free ticket to the zoo to see it. I've never been to the zoo before - quite excited. Though do you have to go in the day? I hate going out in the sun. Ah well... Even the teachers gave me presents; 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles' from Miss Dickinson, and 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' from Miss Fritton. Nothing except a letter from my parents. "We have donated your birthday gift this year to those less fortunate then yourself." This translates as "We needed the money for food and booze". Whatever. They can stick it. Thank god for boarding school!
I love it here. St. Trinian's. Yup, that 'infamous brotel for female delinquents'. Don't know why we have that reputation. I'm not a delinquent. Kelly's not a delinquent. Taylor's not...well, okay, maybe Taylor and her chavs are, but thats about it, really. And Celia's batty, but completely harmless. Meh. I don't understand people's attitudes. This is what's wrong with the world. People have misconceptions about everything and won't change their views. Like because of my makep and clothes, people hate me. They don't know me, they don't want to know me. They just hate them because I don't dress conventionally and follow Jordan slavishly. Maybe I have real heroes like, I dunno, Enid Blyton (though that documentory destroyed her for me), or Helena Bonham Carter, or George Elliot or Mrs. Pankhurst. Yup, I may be an emo, but I am definitely a feminist. Anyway, I am hardly an emo. I don't cut myself - why do people do that? I don't listen just to Evanescence (they are on my i-pod - another hand-me-down from Kelly - but so are a load of Disney songs and Sweeney Todd lyrics and even 1940s jazz... I have eclectic taste). I just happen to like the emo style; black clothes and heavy makeup and random hair. I suit it, and for now, I'll roll with it. So deal with it.
I have nothing else to say. Meh. I'm gonna go find Kelly and get her to actually post this. Can everyone read this? Am I making a fool of myself pouring my heart out on the internet? Buggeration! I miss the simple times of ink and parchment. Stupid 21st century...