Time To Confess Some Stuff...
Ok, here we go...
First, I have a teeny crush on David Carusso, aka, Horatio Caine in CSI Miami. And by teeny, I mean HUGE
I may seem to have all my shit together, have my future all sorted, but far from it. I just know I want to teach. Thats where the organization ends.
I'm seriously afraid of failing my LC, I mean, its the single hardest exam any Irish teen will do in their lifetime. My friends are all under the impression I dont care, but I'm more afraid than any of them.
I'm growing to loathe and abhorr my parents, My mum especially. My olds just seem to have lost all sense of humor, and my mam keeps on annoying me. When I want to sit and write, she just cant leave me alone. She's nosy too, her feet stink, she thinks she's great, but she's not. She has nothing in common with me. God knows why I'm going on holidays with her.
Dad. Here we go, he hates my music, my attitude, my hair, my wrist bands, the TV I like, my friends, he takes the piss when I'm upset. He hates the fact that I like Emo guys, that I myself am Emo, and the posters in my room. Methinks that he doesnt like anything about me. He also hates that I'm not one bit religious, that I dont fear god. Over-religious git.
On the bright side, I'm gonna get locked in Wales.
First, I have a teeny crush on David Carusso, aka, Horatio Caine in CSI Miami. And by teeny, I mean HUGE
I may seem to have all my shit together, have my future all sorted, but far from it. I just know I want to teach. Thats where the organization ends.
I'm seriously afraid of failing my LC, I mean, its the single hardest exam any Irish teen will do in their lifetime. My friends are all under the impression I dont care, but I'm more afraid than any of them.
I'm growing to loathe and abhorr my parents, My mum especially. My olds just seem to have lost all sense of humor, and my mam keeps on annoying me. When I want to sit and write, she just cant leave me alone. She's nosy too, her feet stink, she thinks she's great, but she's not. She has nothing in common with me. God knows why I'm going on holidays with her.
Dad. Here we go, he hates my music, my attitude, my hair, my wrist bands, the TV I like, my friends, he takes the piss when I'm upset. He hates the fact that I like Emo guys, that I myself am Emo, and the posters in my room. Methinks that he doesnt like anything about me. He also hates that I'm not one bit religious, that I dont fear god. Over-religious git.
On the bright side, I'm gonna get locked in Wales.