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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
It's just one of those days where you wake up feeling strangely optimistic. When all your emotions have been distilled and condensed and you're left with a sickeningly clear sense of positivity. It might have been the fact that Miss Thomas spared me a shelling today, (despite the fact that she had, 3 days earlier, banged on Lizabeth in a fit of rage because I decided to skip the CC talk after school to go to a 'party'(drinking)). Or it might have been the DVD's I bought (Keeping Mum/ Thumbsucker). Or my first Iced Frappacino in Chelters. Or the thought of Leaver's Ball.Or the fact that I actually went down to coll on my free afternoon to do work :D Either way, I'm bobbing to 'Vertigo'(American Hi-Fi) and happy.
I feel popular today. Holing myself up in the library for 2hours, I get 4 missed calls and messages online. Better than my usual 0 when I'm pottering about my 4x4 hovel checking my computer ever 2 seconds for a message only to be greeted by my Katie Holmes wallpaper. It reads 'Silent Birth... In Cinema's this Spring' by the way. I'm not a fan, don't worry. Yes. Slim did call, but for the second day in a row I have not picked up (by accident! not on purpose). Oh well, c'est la vie mon cherie.
The bad thing about Summer,is the sudden swarm of Midges flying about like pollen grains and their ability to seem inconspicuous in the distance and suddenly appear in a wall 2 inches away from your face. By the time you realise this, you have eaten about 200 by accident when you were busy talking to your friend about the latest global warming scare, or the tragic performance of Labour in the recent election. This,would on an average day, get me down, but today, I don't really care.In fact, I'm midges-happy and with a swig of sparkling water, they taste pretty nice. I'm just kidding, but I don't know why I'm so gay (as in happy). Must be the hormones.
So, here's my holiday update (for yous guys who even give a damn). I'm staying on in the UK because I have to start my driving lessons when I get back to Spore (god knows I'm dreading it...I can't even do Datona let alone reality). I'm going to my school leaver's ball but the highlight of the night will be C's afterparty where I'm expecting, nay, requesting, nay, demanding, the presence of fit fit guys, and hopefully, with a fit fit dress and a fit fit body (need to work on that one),it'll be a blast.
Must Have Dresses:
Witness.
Gucci.
Specimen A:
Specimen B:
Chanel.
Then there are the after-party dresses which will be worn by the pool (I'm defying the mini-skirt, bikini top rule). I've only considered one so far.
Specimen C:
Listening to: Everyday I think of Money- Stereophonics
Narcisco Rodriguez.
For the last time, I am NOT a brat.I do not throw tantrums (I just do the occasional whine which all of you are guilty of). This is my prom. I'll splurge if I want to. Don't use this against me.
Please?
Sigh, now it rests on tactics. How to get skinny like Lindsay Lohan / Mannequin in the shortest amount of time possible.
Weapons of choice:
1. The throat -tickler (Hello Kitty, for the extra cutesy touch ;P *Kawaii! gag gag* )
2. The greed- curber (to be placed over mouth in strategic way so as to make it look "hot")
On second thoughts, that might work as well.
3. Your new best friend; The light at the end of the tunnel.
Listening to: Where is my mind- the Pixies
She Is Electric X 6:21:00 PM