Huh...

Today just seems to be a day of blogging. Well, for the other two people I actually check the blogs of anyways... yes...

They're two rather nice people, whom may read this. May not, but, ya know, probably will.

I sholdn't even be doing this right now. I should be doing the English project that I have to present tomorrow and have had three weeks to do but haven't started it yet.
... I'll do it in my free tomorrow morning...

In the past week I've, once again, felt like a right bitch who leads people on. But hey-ho, he didn't seem to care. I hope. Ah well.

I really should actually... do something too. Rather than sit around, staring at a screen and waiting for somethign that really isn't that great to happen. Might write some more in the holidays, do some drawing, I haven't drawn anything in ages.

But knowing me I'll just be sat at my laptop, staring at the screan, waiting for someone else to entertain me rather than entertain myself.

Psht.

Oh, it's friday 13th tomorrow. Crazy. Me and Em'll probably end up slumped in my front room, maybe with a couple of other people, maybe not. But hey ho. Might just sit around and eat crap and not really care about it at the time, then worry about it a few days later when our skin comes up shit and we feel like crap for binging.

Em has more self control than me though, so I may be alone doing that...

Oooh, might get some nice ice cream...

Haha.

I should STFU now. Go to sleep because I can never get myself up in the morning. Oh woe is me.

Heh. Yeah, uhm...


So long and goodnight?

I feel...

replaced. erased. useless.
unable to hide anywhere.
everyone can see what i'm saying.
can't even hide on the internet.
now i feel like her. bitching on the net.
oh dear.


Everyone has someone better than me.

And now I feel selfish and self-absorbed just saying that.

But... still. It seems I'm only required from 9-4. Not even that.



if you think this is about you, it probably isn't.

Ahh

Day three of being snowed in.

That's actualyl a lie. Because I went out yesterday and the day before. But still.

Snow's kidna getting boring now. You look out the window and, oh, snow! Still. IT'S NOT LEAVING!!!

I may go crazy.
The white may blind me.
It's only a few cm's thick.
I'm over reacting.
I'm glad I don't live in Russia.
I'm bored.
I'm going.
Bye.

: )

It's odd how much a few words on a little screen make you smile.

Huh

I'm unsure if I did it because I wanted to, or just to prove I could...



Oooh, being all cryptic there.

Because

all my best friends have better friends and all their better friends probably want me to fuck off.

I've finally figured out how to tell whether you'll speak to me properly online too, I look to see if she's online. Or he's online in her case. And him for him. Another her for her though...

Well... aren't I cool?

Shmush

Yeah.

Wow.

I could like... write about feelings. But... I don't want to. No one'll read this anyway.

Well, Sketch might... huh. Hi if she does.


Though that may be the exact reason I shoudl write about those fabulous things peopel feel and stuff. Because no one'll read it. So it'd be all hidden and no one would really know.

But, I still can't be bothered to write about feelings and stuff. Because... I have nothing interesting to write about. Except maybe "I feel cold".

And I can't be bothered to check if my radiator is on.


I must say, it's very easy to just talk to yourself. But that's probably just because I talk to myself a lot in my head, and right now I'm just typing down what my mind is saying.

I really should make more friends. I have, like, two.


And I'm really weird because I only consider someone a friend once I know for sure they consider me a friend. Because other wise I get all paranoid that they'll get pissed off that I think they're my friend. Because I am such a lameface. :D


And my fingers are still silver from that damn loft insulation packaging. That thing was nearly as big as me and I was lugging it around B&Q earlier. The guy at the till looked really weirded out when I dumped it down near him and almost fell over.

Yeah, I'm kinda getting bored of writing my thoughts now. My thoughts have to slow down when I type them. I can't type as fast as I think.


So, nothing more to say.


Oh, might lose my job though. Which sucks, because so many shops have closed down that everyone needs a job. So I won't be able to get another one. And my parents will probably be angry.
Meh.


Yeah, uh, bye?!