:)

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.