Basically just when I'm bored or stressed or excited and have no one to tell I am now sworn to ramble it all onto this little thing... which I wanna call Ned for some reason... Is Ned short for anything? I dunno... anyway, I shall just bleurgh everything onto here probably once a day :D It's gonna get kinda clogged I can tell :) Ah well... reading is good for the soul or the brain or something. Anyway... enjoy and comment/post/email me if you feel like it :D Laterss xx

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Jan 13th - Taking Unlucky To The Extreme

Kill
Me
Now.
I really just want a lot of rope and a sturdy, fairly high curatin pole right now. I'm just finding that I have lost the will to do anything that even barely touches upon trying. For example, I got home today and tried to do some more on my geography coursework (prepare for a large rant on it in a minute) and ended up going to bed for a couple of hours. It's a fricking catch 22 situation because I get set a tonne of work, stay up late doing the work, get tired for the rest of the week whilst trying to sort out and balance my sleeping hours, then am too tired to concentrate in school, this leads to me having to do more work at home, which I can't do when I'm falling asleep, then I stay up late doing it and seriously by the weekens I both look and feel like a gremlin. I really hate it. And much as I love all my friends, I just can't be bothered with half of them anymore (NOTE: this does not apply to Jodie Son or Jemma, I love you guys :)). Yeah :/ It's like I'm currently stressing out with my geography cause I can't think of anything to do for my independant research so I asked my friend today if she could send me hers so I can get an idea of what to do. She said fine cause I was like panicking as it has to be in tomorrow, and as of yet (20 past 11 pm) I have nothing from her. So I'm gonna have to lie to my teacher and be like "oh email must've died" and then he'll put me in detention cause he's pissed off with me cause I shouted at him today for the whole progress check thingy. URGH please give me a gun someone... Mr Jackson is not worthy of life, I have decided -.-
And then just plain eurgh, I have been in mourning for an entire day :O Over the death of an anime character. How sad is that?! I dunno, I was just obsessed with him, and I was just thinking about it in school and just leant on Jemma feeling drained and totally deflated :( It's stupid man. It's all stupid.
OMG! And in PE today, I brought in tights to wear underneath my kit cause it was FUCKING cold and we were outside for first period (GRRRR D:) and then my teacher made me take them off :O ARGHHHHHHHH... I was like frozen to the ball! Damn you miss kift :(
And not much has been happy today. I just feel like shit. I really wanna curl up on the sofa in front of Shakespeare in Love or something with ice cream and junk surrounding me... but I can't because I have to work :( SEE!! The whole cycle of doomk shiz! It's only TUESDAY as well :O Mhmmmmmmmmmmm :'( I want some hot man to come and sweep me into his arms and just sort everything out for me. *Sighs* Or just a really good hug would do. THAT'S ANOTHER THING! No one hugs anymore! I was telling my friend about it and he was like we should set up hug protests and just hug everyone we know for an hour a day, which I TOTALLY agree with :D Oh and another thing that's been sprung on me is that we've got our year 11 photo on friday. On what is turning out to be one of the worst weeks of my schooling life, they shove a PHOTOGRAPH at the end of it -.- DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND HUMAN NEEDS! Surely they should give us jelly or sweets or hot water bottles or fluffy chicks, NOT (wow just noticed the bold and italic for the first time, so thought I'd try it out lol) photos. Photots suck. I always look SO bad in them and they're so false and just grrrrrrrr, I want to room 101 them, along with Hitler, school and plug sockets :( errlack :(
So I have probably just made all you people super depressed, come join me in a suicide mission, it will be fun :)
See you all in hell.
Laterss xx

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