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right. so i'm in london again
started off really good with 50 kilo overweight. if i could sing i would have performed "material girl" infront on the check-in queue.daddy payed. nice
THEN i forgot ALLL and then i mean ALL my important papers(as receipt for the £ 6400 lcf international school fee, joining instructions , bank statements and lots of other things i've forgotten what was + 1000 norwegian kr) in the seat pocket on the plane. ran around stanstead feeling sick and irresponsible.called daddy. he was not impressed.
then i bought prettpretty pink glittery high heeled shoes that i will break my legs in cos i can't wear heels. and too much glitter and eyelashes.yay for using money
haven't got a student loan because the loan people are EVIL
went to slimes.enough said:pwas strange.and i can't hang out with a crowd wearing black without not thinking i've seen gard a few times. freaks me out. makes me depressed
and you know what? the whole I LOVE MEETING NEW PEOPLE thing is SHIT. okey. i don't like meeting new people. esp if they are male and dance like monkeys.but in general i don't like "new people" at all. they make me anxious and they think i've lived in wales. i know my accent is fucked but for gods sake i HAVEN*T BEEN TO WALES!
have to stay awake until 9 when i can call lost and found at stanstead to see if they've found all my important documents.if not uhm i'm not sure whats gonna happen but i have the feeling dad and school and stuff will get angry and yell at me.
poured cider and black over my camera. but it still works! YEAY for that
got home feeling really trashed. was feeling homesick yesterday and regretted moving down here again.was probably triggered by tiredness, i'm-stupid-and-i-loose-things-ness, and waiting-for-the-bus-for-ages-alone-while-people-point-at-me-ness ...but thats all gone now. home is where u make toast after being drunk so home must be in stamfordhill.
i'm still drunk
started off really good with 50 kilo overweight. if i could sing i would have performed "material girl" infront on the check-in queue.daddy payed. nice
THEN i forgot ALLL and then i mean ALL my important papers(as receipt for the £ 6400 lcf international school fee, joining instructions , bank statements and lots of other things i've forgotten what was + 1000 norwegian kr) in the seat pocket on the plane. ran around stanstead feeling sick and irresponsible.called daddy. he was not impressed.
then i bought prettpretty pink glittery high heeled shoes that i will break my legs in cos i can't wear heels. and too much glitter and eyelashes.yay for using money
haven't got a student loan because the loan people are EVIL
went to slimes.enough said:pwas strange.and i can't hang out with a crowd wearing black without not thinking i've seen gard a few times. freaks me out. makes me depressed
and you know what? the whole I LOVE MEETING NEW PEOPLE thing is SHIT. okey. i don't like meeting new people. esp if they are male and dance like monkeys.but in general i don't like "new people" at all. they make me anxious and they think i've lived in wales. i know my accent is fucked but for gods sake i HAVEN*T BEEN TO WALES!
have to stay awake until 9 when i can call lost and found at stanstead to see if they've found all my important documents.if not uhm i'm not sure whats gonna happen but i have the feeling dad and school and stuff will get angry and yell at me.
poured cider and black over my camera. but it still works! YEAY for that
got home feeling really trashed. was feeling homesick yesterday and regretted moving down here again.was probably triggered by tiredness, i'm-stupid-and-i-loose-things-ness, and waiting-for-the-bus-for-ages-alone-while-people-point-at-me-ness ...but thats all gone now. home is where u make toast after being drunk so home must be in stamfordhill.
i'm still drunk