30 is too late.

I need to do something maningful with my life before I'm too old!

I still believe that my whole life is a cringe.

One massive cringe.

I think I'm the ultimate planner.

I'm the one with the plans, the one phoning up places, booking stuff, checking prices, checking travel plans letting everyone know what's going on. It drives me nuts when people take advantage of that and I'll do it all and people just don't give you a firm answer and their excuse is something along the lines of "not too sure of the plans" hellooooo I've booked the taxi for fucks sake, oh yeah and I'm paying for your friend you invited that bailed on us still, er ?


so you'd rather clean out your pony's shit than see your friend? :(

there's so much crazy stuff I want to do right now.

I wish I'd thought all this stuff up a bit sooner, but yes here's my list:

Take street dance/hip hop lessons
Buy a neon wig
Get my ears pierced and stretch them like a scene kid
Pierce my tongue
Become a pussycat doll
Become Britney Spears
Audition for the X Factor
Become Leona Lewis
Eat Peanut Butter and like it
Train myself to like coffee
Buy a sex toy online

Wall's marketing secret.

They say that "summer" is a state of mind, and they're right. Summer is that feeling when you're walking down the street in your floaty sundress, shades down, hair blowing in the wind with the sun on your back like a soft bear hug with the creepy men whistling as you walk down the street, ipod in ears with a bitta joy division. That's summer. Not this shit rain and lonely feeling in my stomach, but hey! Life goes on.







p.s I thought I'd ditch the old gay name.

I'm not feeling the new name

It sounds far too rock n roll, any ideas guys??

Ok, my plain is to lock myself indoors and study and starve myself of fun until next friday so that it's an even more hardcore relief when the exams are over.

Ok, quitting my blog totally failed.

Ok, I am back and adding a little va va voom to my blog. With a new name, my blog is, from now on, solely going to be about my incredible summer happenings. Bing bang bosh, that it is. No whiney posts about boys or friends or boring philosophical shit that goes down in Helen's head. This is going to be hardcore summer shenanigans.



BONJOUR SUMMER IN TWO WEEKS!

two words and an exclamation mark.

That's all it takes to send me tripping.

let's see who notices

hoe

I'm going to make a secret blog from now on, so this is going to be my last blogger post in which I say goodbye to you loyal readers whom endured my boring wit-less posts about silly boys, friends and gcses

love you xxxx
helsbels

:)

ok, trying to think of a nice way to say no, I find him hot and funny and I've had the BIGGEST crush on him since like, year 7, but now it's come it to it's just like "eww" I'm not really feeling it :/ haha, so gay of me.

Never mind, I'll just tell him that tbh, I'm sure he's just interested for the pussy anyway now he knows I'm a slag so woohoo

feel good wknd.

basically:
I                       am                      so                         glad                             my                                life                                    has                                 turned                                        out                                                 like                                                           this.

this is turning into an obsession.

I'm so god damn obsessed that it's giving me a headache, I've facebook stalked to new extremes and there's no shaking this sand out of my boots! It's literally just this cinema screen of memories and fantasies in my head playing 24/7 and it's driving me mental TAKE THAT BRAIN

argghh

don't you just hate those times when you really want a text from someone and you keep getting texts from other people, and every time it buzzes you're just like, "ok maybe this time..." and it's just not.

Motto

I trick boys into thinking they want me by saying "you so want me!" and it seems to work.

blaaa

hahaahahahahahahaa

shameful infatuation

feeling pretty LO atm. It's like everyone is going up and out and onto new things, with new people in new places and I'm stuck here, in this place that I'm not too keen on right now for ages and there's no sign of things looking up. Just the 2 month break, away from the hassle and crapness of st mix and it's nutty, and no one seems to want a piece of the helmonster anymore I swear, I'm like a loser atm, a skanky loser :( dayum, I think after the GCSE's I'm going to go on a little adventure by myself, I'll get the train into London and explore the backstreets of camden and chat up that guy in Wungo's guitar shop that told me to check out his band and give £20 to a busker, I'll put some PW on my ipod and crank up the volume on my ipod as I wander through regents park with my guitar on my back and camera in tow, but not before some serious retail therapy down brick lane. I guess you could say I was an introvert after all, but even introvert's need a little love.

YOU'RE NOT MOZART SO SHUT THE FUCK UP; DOUCHE

Haha, note the semi-colon there.

Don't cha just hate those annoying "I'm the best and so everything I say is basically the word of God" types? I mean like, congratulations, you're smart, you're clever, you have a wide range of general knowledge, but I'm sorry that I don't seem worthy of your time because when I type on msn I don't always use capital letters and the correct punctuation and that I've never heard of dino jr. pixies. ultra vivid scene. pop will eat itself. the the. Sorry I'm not as cool as you, maybe in the future you should find someone else to patronise.

and also, maybe come speak to me first before you go around banging on about how much of an easy slag I am, who only goes to parties to get cock and stuff, to my best friends when you've barely had a conversation with me before in your life. For your information, I'm not easy to  charm, and I think it's pretty nasty how you've got your list of girl's you keep on standby for when you fancy some action. Yeah, and my year 8 cousin says hi, dw she's got big tits.


do you want to come and say that to my vag??

it's so dead.

It used to blossom like daffodils in sping I swear. It's kind of failing now, after four years of fun and laughter and holidays and stuff I think we've met out match, I'm growing up and out and you just don't seem quite there yet, maybe it's just a rough patch, but an hour with you feels like a whole day. Missing you already xxx

post-boyfriend slut-fest theory

Ok, so I have a theory, you see these girls, walking around on some boy's arm, gazing into their eyes as if they shit diamonds and piss liquid silver, they seem so innocent and sweet and maybe even a bit plain, maybe that's how I seemed when I was with my ex boyfriend, just innocent, plain old Helen Byrne who was dating Chris, but yeahh, I really was not. Then we broke up, and it was like woahhh, I turned into a complete slut. I had genuinely been fairly innocent and sweet, and now it's just like "what happened to you helen?" Well basically, I got dumped. This is what happens to girls who get dumped, they turn into complete slags and mess around with boys they barely know; simply because they want to show their ex's what they're missing out on and how fun and exciting they can be.

Say 'I' if you've had a post boyfriend slut-fest!


^
sorry it's not relevant at all, I just find it funny.

FAIL

worse than that time the stripper's cupboard fell on her (youtube it 'stripper fail')

...

I've just decided that I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever going to go out with you ever ever ever again. It's official. This is one liberating blog post.YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GET INNNNN HELEN.

another philosophical blog on the people around me + how gcses are complete bullshit.

Well, at the moment, I feel estranged, I feel the people around me are changing and it's making me feel really alone, I've never ever felt this alone before, sometimes I just want to crawl back to the fantastic foursome we had, in our little bubble, we used to equally be friends with everyone, but now we've lost the balance and some of us are falling off the lower end of the seesaw and it's not nice. I have a much more exciting life nowadays, I meet new people pretty much every weekend and I love it, it's great, it's fun, it's giving me a new perspective on life but, these new people I'm meeting briefly, just don't make up for the best friends I'm seeing less of and it's really unnerving, I feel guilty and lonley at the same time, I guess this is just me outside my comfort zone, it's teaching me some valuable lessons.

Seems like someone unfollowed my blog :( sad times.

Ok, so I've been offered an exciting proposition, this could be the second time I could potentially be doing this, do I go? Or should I be a good girl and stay at home revising..........

On one hand, it seems like it could be fun, fun and exciting and a nice oppertunity, but on the other hand, it could lead to regret and other nasty things, someone could find out and it could turn nasty, and weird, and people could feel uncomfortable, and things could be awkward on the bus on the way to school in the morning.

Should I go?

This blog will change your perspective of life.

I really don't see the point in GCSE's, but I'm not going to fail because of it.

If you think about it,  you can work as hard as you like, get great GCSE's, get great A levels, get into a top university, get a great degree, get a great job, get a great house, live in your great house all alone because you spent all your time studying on your own and have no life, but it's ok because you'll be able to pay your bills and buy the latest 100000 gb ipad + a nice suit for your work's christmas party that's your only chance to meet women, but they don't want you because you have nothing to talk about other than work + your car +  your ipad.

Ok....

So, at the moment I feel like an astronaut lost in space. Stuck between the plain, safe, mundane Earth, and the dangerous, isolated, yet exciting terrains of the planet Mars.

Hello Helen, how exactly would you describe yourself?

I've been thinking about making this blog for a few days now. Basically I'm going to tell you what I think of myself, best qualities, worst qualities and all that jazz, I don't know if you'll agree or not, but I think this could be an interesting experiment.

Ok.

So, in my 15 years I haven't achieved much, I'm still yet to fall in love or fall off a cliff, I would say that I'm a respectful person, and I wouldn't say that I wasn't generous, although I'm not super generous, I used to be quite shy, and I can be shy in some social situations, but once you get me all excited I'm definitely not shy. In fact I could be viewed as a bit of a slut, but I'm still pretty innocent with my virginity tied tightly wth wire to my knickers. I think I'm a funny person, but I'm not too smart, so my kind of humour isn't the witty sort, it's just the stupid, lame, jokey sense of humour, I don't think it's even particularly funny anyway :/ I think I'm a bit too big for my boots tbh, I'll go out in a nice outfit (that isn't even that nice) and in my head, I sneer at the chavs with fake uggs and jeggings :( shame on me, Helen. I think I'm reliable, although I'm always late, I usually stick to my promises, although if it involves remembering things and stuff, I have been known to forget things. I do stick at things though, like belly dancing, that's a lot of fun, and blogging, I post at least twice a week, and I'm not going to let it fizzle out! I like to think that I don't care what people think, but I totally do, if I didn't care what people thought I would have said a lot of crazy things now, in fact, that's why I come accross as being so polite, I'm just too scared of annoying, or hurting someone, I'm scared of what they'd say back to me, I hate being enemies with people, it's just weird and I absolutely fucking hate DRAMA. Some people can be suuuchhhh drama queens. If your boyfriend dumps you, get over him, don't post the story on facebook etc. To tell the truth, I think about things too much in a weird way, I'm forever analysing things in my head, not the important things, just the stupid things, like the way in which they made the special effects in a film, or the way the lamp posts are arranged down my street, it's stupid, but it's pretty entertaining. Unfortunately, I spend a lot of time thinking about money, there's pretty much always something that  I've got my eye on, that I'm saving up to buy. Boys are on my brain a bit too, but not nearly as much as they used to be, not because those boy-thoughts are being replaced by girl-thoughts, but because I've just grown up and I know that boyfriends really are not worth the stress and worry and ting, and that drunkenly getting off with several boys at one party more than makes up for the love of a boyfriend that just takes waayy too long to get over. Ok, basically, I cba to write any more of this self analysis so I'll see ya later aligator ;)

Eat my shit mr

I'm trying to think of something positive to write a blog about, but the only positive things I can think of to blog about that isn't going to offend anyone involves rodeo dancing on a chair in Sasha Miles' garden, and obviously my great life and ting that I tend to go on about a lot, but hmmmmmmm, I feel pretty bad atm about stuff, but it's stupid and so am I.

I just want to enjoy these fun times coming up now without any brawls and catfights (yes, if you knew who I was talking about you probably wouldn't think 'catfight' but believe me, a catfight is what it would be)

I can't wait for Alice's party on saturday, chat roulette has already approved my costume ;) I'm looking forward to it an awful lot.

You've gotta love Harry P.

cowboys rule

I certainly had a grrrrrreat time last night, thanks to sasha and nem, it was a grrrrreat night

bring on alice's!

Miss Tsatsas

She was a very very very kind woman, it was only a week ago that she sat in our science lesson, silently smiling, I never really spoke to her much, but we used to have fun times with her when we did textiles in year 9.

One time, Paul was singing "what what, in the butt?" by Samwell, it was very funny at the time, we were blow-drying our hot water bottle covers, then Paul said to Miss Tsatsas: "hey madam, you wanna hear a song?" and she was like "yeah ok!" and then Paul realised it was an inappropriate song to sing to a teacher. We spent forever laughing at that, while she just looked at us, intrigued, most likely scared, but with a smile, and she was just like "what are you laughing at guys??? Sing this song to me then!" which sent us into even more hardcore fits of laugher. She was a nice woman, and I caaaan't believe she just died so suddenly, I really hope her family and friends are ok.

Alexandra Tsatsas, you've gotta love that woman. R.I.P, I'm sure she's up there with St. Michael and all his homeboys xx

I guess it's ok to post this here because I know you cba to read this or do anything friendship related

I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pissed off with you atm.

ok, so it's not labels anymore

Nowdays, it's the crowds. we all used to "label" ourselves, label everyone else apparently and we would socialise within our labels and that was that, or maybe that was just America? Nowadays we have "crowds" and "groups" and there's "borders" and "stages" of friendship, and membership within these crowds, and do you know what I find ridiculous about these "crowds"?

With "labels" it wasn't as bad, you see, with "labels" there were reasons for us all to split, we liked different things, listened to different music, wore different clothes, but in our "crowds" we all like the same things, we wear the same clothes, we're friends with the same people and yet we're still defined within our "crowds" or "groups". It's the fashion nowadays, all the girls want to dress like Alexa Chung and the boys want to be Jamie T and everyone listens to mumford and sons.

I don't get it, the girls in another crowd I know are totally nice, and I would quite happily socialise with them, I like what they wear, I like where they go and that's cool, but why don't I? I don't, because I'm not part of their crowd, yes, I'd say hi to them in town, speak to them in school, but I haven't quite reached that stage where I'd get invited to one of their parties, and that's okkkkkk, I don't really know where to go on from here, but I'm just fed up of being part of a "crowd" that two of my best friends aren't in.

I swear...

all of the nice boys are either taken nowadays, or out of bounds, you can't like one boy because your friend had a thing for him a month or so ago, but your friend also has a thing for someone else, and a few other people, and then this other girl had a thing going on with this other guy, and this other guy doesn't like her but he likes you, and you would totally go there if he hadn't messed around your friend, but then there's also another nice girl who likes this guy, and you don't want her to hate you, because let's face it, however polite and nice the girl dating the guy you like actually is, is a complete bitch in your eyes. Dating within friendship groups can be perfect sometimes, but then you break up, and everything's a delicate mess, you can't even drunkenly get off with someone at a party nowadays without having the piss taken out of you, or the other person *cough* I'm just going to jog this out of my system

I had to pause lady gaga to write this blog for you guys. you should feel special.

I'm sorry that I'm such a hoebag, I really am, I don't mean to be such a slut and a slag and muff gatherer and a cock wannabanger and a BUMDER

I'm a major flirt, I need to stop flirting so much, I'm a complete skank at the moment.

I don't want a boyfriend or anything though, I just want to chill, enjoy being single without leading anyone on, and do my own thing, boys are great and all, but I'm too busy at the moment for a boyfriend.



I need one of these cool belt buckles to keep my pants on

drumroll

I was thinking to myself today, I have a pretty exciting life!
I've done lots of weird and wonderful things, and I've had lots of great oppertunities, I've had the drama and the fun and tbh, I think my life would be a lot more enjoyable to watch on the telly than Ronnie Mitchell's.

To name a few there's the blacking out + grazed face incident, the 4 girls 2 guys at one party fiasco, the alcy father, live @ the barn! my brilliant friends! Lourdes! the new year's eve disaster! oakley's birthday party with bradz and jamie john, it's madness, and then I also get to tell people that I belly dance.

hooray for my life!

boys on bikes 2

i don't think you realised what you started
when you started it, an innocent glance in the july sunshine
it shone over your hair, your eyes, your face
my reflection in your glasses was a big mistake woah

and we laughed, woah,
and we sang, woah,
and we danced, til the sun went down, woah.
and we joked, we reminisced
i won't forget the afternoon that we first kissed

and every phrase you said to me was like a poem
and every sound you made was like a little song

these boys on bikes distracting me
these boys on bikes confusing me
these boys in bikes are using me
these boys on bikes are losing me

i wonder like a lost soul
i wander like a lost soul

I don't think you realised what you threw away
and innocent glance in the july sunshine
it started with a kiss
and now it's ended up like this
i don't know what you wanted all long

I thought I was just about past it

damn you damn you damn you damn you.

fuck

Why did I do that??

bitta S Club

Have you ever been waiting for something for years and years, and years, and then it finally comes, and it doesn't feel real at all?

pffffffft, I wish.

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Time for another insightful paragraph. Today's theme: sexual orientation.

Ok, so basically, I believe that sexual orientation is just a personality trait. It's just a bit of what we fancy, some people like apple crumble, some people love chocolate gateaux, some people love members of their own sex, and some people love members of the opposite sex, and then there are the people who like a bit of both, it's really ok. I love the smell of petrol and tar. So spank me.

Why do people make such a big deal out of these things? It's just who we are, no one should be ashamed of the way in which the chemicals in our brain are balanced, and people shouldn't look down on those who don't go with the "flow" meaning "the way in which people were ordered to behave in medieval times". This is the 21st century! Things couldn't be better for us, we've got freedom of speech, gay rights, it's all there for a reason. They didn't build the new sports hall at school for us all to continue playing volley ball on the field in the summer.

bugger me, all this drama.

It's annoying! I know that it's not just drama and that there are real people upset in all of this but I still hate it a lot.

+ then there are the people that are just drama queens and there really is no real drama, just really pathetic "Oh she's not talking to meeeee :(" kind of drama that involves the absent reply to a single text, It's sooooo annoying, My group have never really had any dramas, and we don't really bitch about each other that much, we all get on fine, par one, but what can you do?

Tbh, I'm too much of a hippy, I'm just like "peace out dude, whatever will be will be, just forget about the future man, all you need is love" I genuinely want to go and sit in a field and play my guitar, but meh meh meh meh meh, I'm too careless I think. I'm happy though, I think that's the secret of happiness, you just have to stop caring about the stuff that isn't important and ENJOY YOURSELF.

peace out man

Last night...

I had a dream that we were still together, back in the summer, and you beat me up, and I had a bruise the shape of a penis on my cheek. Someone tell me what that means?




I love this gorgeous weather atm. I went for a run this afternoon, I ran straight to my special place and laid down in the grass and looked up at the beautiful clear, twilight sky.

Dear Diary,

Today a massive secret got out about one of my closest friends, a group of us have known for a few months now, but one of us leaked and now pretty much everyone is going to know.
I'm afraid I can't tell you this secret, but this is a pretty big deal for my friend. She's already under so much pressure, with illness and school issues, this is just another spanner in the work for her. If she finds out that everyone knows, I think it will destroy her, and I'm not sure she's going to be able to handle it. She's already breaking down enough as it is. I just hope she doesn't do anything stupid. School kids can be so nasty.

sweeney pondered and sweeney planned

I was having a bit of a fiddle with my "next blog" button when I had an ephiphany. I realised that people don't seem to enjoy reading blogs about how people that they happen to know nothing about, are feeling, and why they're feeling like that, and people don't enjoy looking at pretty photos of scenery. People like goss and juice and semen.

So I think I'm going to give my blog a bit of a re-vamp, I'm going to post some interesting shit for you guys, at some point. When my life gets interesting maybe. Allthough Paul and I are doing a radio show on Saturday, I'll post a link somewhere around here sometime soon for you all to click on and listen in. There's going to be a webcam there too, maybe I'll dance especially for my blog readers, even though I think there are only 7 of you at the moment.

But yeah, for all of you guys that don't know me personally, this is what I actually look like:



I'm the one on the right. ^

Actually that was a lie, I'm the gal on the left.

mehhh

Sad day today, saw some people I hadn't seen in a while.



All those summers I spent down in sussex, I can't even remember what the name of the village they live in is called :( Hanging out on the common with my cousin and her friends, fish and chips on Brighton pier, the horse racing machine, the way my cousin used to get wolf whistled literally everywhere she went and how my uncle paid the woman on the stall to give me a bear when I was too crappy to win my own prize :( I loooooooved it. It's alll just memories now, and I guess everything has to come to an end but it's a really really sad end.

I would actually do anything to take it back to summer 2007 and change everything for the better.

hmmm

urrrgh, I'm tied down to a ridiculous amount of stuff at the moment. Next weekend I'll basically be shut in a radio studio for 72 hours, only to break for work at sound cube and peeing.

Need to practice for the barn, need to revise.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, and I really really hate letting people down, but I just want to do something on my own for once! Doing something with someone, especially with someone you don't know that well, or someone who's not particularly reliable, just creates hassle, and you're just like ughhhhhhhh.
I like being busy though, it makes me feel good. I'm good at being busy, because I just go with the flow, I take things as they come, and then I detach............

Easter holidays in two weeks. I will be thankful for the break.

Half Soilders

he's standing tall like a soilder
shooting bullets through my heart,
he can surprise me with kisses like land mines
then he'll bury me back in the dirt.
my man is agile like a spitfire
against the clear blue sky,
he's flying back trying to find me
in this bed alone I lie tonight.

regrets

coming in thousands at a time



I should have just gone there

The Summer List

Peter and I made a list, entailing every single thing that we want to do this summer.
TSL is going to be my Bible this summer.



rep whippy woods
spend too much time in cassiobury park
explore London
get guns in the gym
hit the beach
start a band
get drunk a lot
get laid
party
water fights
camp out
movie nights
go to lots of gigs
the barn
document everything via photos
porn
bike rides through fields
mud fights ?
get naked in public
go to a lido
underage fest

boys on bikes

say those words
spin me round and round
'cause i missed the last train home

i told you we needed to leave
but you'd rather touch up me
and you spent too much time looking for your phone

and you've got your bike
and i've got my feet
and you've got your back pack to hold things

while i have to wait here
and make do with my pockets
and you don't even care

Phwoar are they alike.

Ok, so I have a friend, and to the unfamiliar eye, she's just a skinny redhead with freckles. Just a shy girl, with the brains of a genious, the dark horse of the PE class, indulging in a suspicious romance with the annoying rebel of the form. To me she's a nut case. An exciting, interesting female, intelligent and wild, independent, she doesn't care what they all think about it, and she wants it so bad. She doesn't care that they mix with completely different social circles, they're both pretty extreme characters to the unfamiliar, but phwoar, are they alike and they both know it.

It's the end of an era, and a mighty fine one at that!

this sucks and is crap

Patrick Wolf

mmmhmm

People think I'm an easy lay because of my crude sense of humour. In truth, I'm all talk and no trousers.

I'm not even funny anyway, maybe I should get some new jokesss

a very serious blog, this is.

ahhhh, I havn't posted forever. It's like blogger is fizzling out in my brain, and I swore to myself that I would never fizzle out my shizzle!
bugger.

My theme of the past week has definitely been all about the whole hippy freedom business.

I really don't see the point of spending your life, getting somewhere in life. Fair enough, if you leave school at 16, society believe that you'll get mixed up with drugs and ting, but what if you're with the people you love? having a good time? who needs nice clothes, clean beds to sleep in, every moment you're doing something you don't want to be doing you're wasting precious time. We waste 7 hours a day doing fuck all that we don't really care about, just so that we're set up for life, but we are wasting life! YES, I would definitely prefer to be educated, I mean, school is good I guess, but if you're one of those people who puts all their energy into getting good grades, so that they can go on to go to another school, so that they can then do some poncy job that will earn them lots of money. WHAT IS THE POINT? We don't even need money, money just puts the mind at ease, money really can't buy you happiness! Nothing can buy you happiness, except for people! or, animals, if you're into that sort of thing. Love is what makes you happy. I truly believe that I love music, and that makes me happy. I love Paul Mccreddie, he makes me happy. I don't love working at sound cube, yes, it's okay, but I'm wasting time. I'm wasting time now, blogging!

Basically, I think it would be best if we all just lived in caravans, with the people we love, doing exactly what we love, whether that be an art, a hobby, sex? WE MUST DO IT. I'd only go to university for the wild orgies. There was a time in which I would fantasise about wearing expensive clothes and shoes and living in a big house with a beautiful man, those were bad times.

goodnight.

...

insanely beautiful white thing?

robert eh toni?

I THINK "HELL YES!"

AND THEN JACK DAWSON COMES ALONG!

haha

Screwing over a petty teenage boy is the most stupid thing ever. I should really listen to my own advice.



I'm just pathetic, sitting here in my bed thinking "oh, alone again on valentine's day!" but eurrghhh! What more could I want? I've got everything going for me at the moment! Life is pretty good and I'm wallowing in my bed on saturday night depressing myself over pictures of the "good times" on facebook. Pffffffffft whatever, the good times are right now!

Let's just chill and do what teenagers do, because we are teenagers. We need to do the things we've always wanted to do, make our dreams happen, now is the time! c'mon guys! Life is what you make it.

Here are my goals for the summer:
HANG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS
WRITE THE MOST INCREDIBLE SONG THAT WILL CAUSE PEOPLE TO DROP TO THEIR KNEES AND WORSHIP
FALL IN LOVE
BREED SEA MONKEYS
DRUNKENLY LOSE MY VIRGNITY
SLEEP IN A FIELD
(to be continued)

I always get dumped before valentines day

And Christmas, and my birthday. neglected for halloween :'(
Oh well I'm working tomorrow anyway so it doesn't even matter :)