My grandma has landed. she is here, at my house, in my room, while i bunker down like a beaver with my brother. whom i love. this is going to work out a treat..
Just to let you know, this is not the grandma i have who is cripple, the one that sits there smiling, pelting chocolates at me.. No, this is the one that does nothing but yells at me to drink water and tells me that i have so many posters in my room that she ‘feels like the walls are alive when she sleeps.’
MY ROOM IS MY HAVEN . YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO ENTER ANOTHER PERSON’S HAVEN. NOW IT IS GOING TO SMELL LIKE CHINESE HERBS FOR A WEEK AFTER SHE HAS LEFT.
I keep telling her that i am drinking plenty of water, that i am ‘cleansing my body of toxins’, i even showed her that 2 Litre water bottle i lug around with me at school, but she completely shunned everything i said! Now both me and my brother have designated water jugs and my body is so cleansed that the next time i pee i might just pee out my liver.
in addition to all this, she has a sudden obsession with knitting.. I am not being ungrateful, but why would anyone normal knit a toilet-seat cover? Or knit door-handle covers?
Please tell me it’s not true that I am now the proud owner of knitted slippers.
People dont leave things because its hard, they leave because its no longer worth it .
forgetting him doesnt make me feel fine and dandy, in fact i feel kind of weird. I guess you could say i feel a bit pointless.. not in a suicidal way, just in a way that i realised i have no aim without him in my thoughts since all of it was connected.
BUT TO END ON A HAPPY NOTE THAT IS NOT AN EMO ONE ;
hahaha look what i found chenners i was like 'what the shit is with this picture….' :| then i realised lolol ahemm crap your pants much ? oh no wait, its just me after my eyeliner ;) ilehhs
wondering when everyone is going to admit this is a crap idea, schlepping our way to school at 7 every morning when it is beyond crap weather. Not even the penguins are out in this weather. I can only assume that they’re snuggled up with their pals in their penguin igloos underneath a doona made of fish. Being a penguin is no hard life. I’m in american history. My mum is serious about restricting my computer time. I haven’t had my daily dose of him that helps me stay bubbly. for 5 days. My future is looming. I dont like it.
in fact do you know what made my day today? when we were getting off the bus; that guy who stood up and waited for the girls in the back to get off before he did. naww sweet.. im a sucker for that sort of thing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but BITCH I WILL FUCKING CUT YOU.
on another note, the seriousness of VCE has hit me hard. i got my tutors lined up and im getting at least 3 hrs of hw each night, even if there is incessant snacking in between. This is all because my mum attacked me with the scaling report during dinner and scared the shit out of me with the scoring. i am fastening my boots up, pulling up my metaphorical pants, going blind writing an english essay.
Right now i so rely on my friends for life and entertainment. -.- in yr 11 im not seeing the outside world for a while. plus i will tell you this for free, Pride and Prejudice takes the cake of boring books and weird footnotes… CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE NOTES ARE REFERENCING?? THEY REFERENCE NOTHING. that book has effectively cured my insomnia, thank god i got all the versions of movies and the BBC tv show. the guy in it is damn hot, therefore things are effectively looking up.
my god this is the most boring thing i have ever written.. excluding my rom and jul essay.. applause if you’re still reading..