quartie

Love hates me and I hate it. I will have nothing to do with it.

I'm growing up right in front of my own eyes. Damn supression like the educational system, parents and money that stop me from the living my body is making me want. I can physically feel myself wanting to live. It's exciting. It shall be lived.

On a lighter note, I have my worst exam tomorrow. Wish me luck.

BUT on a POSITIVE note, not only did I win some New Rocks on ebay, but the person I'm buying them from lives in Welling (about 20 mins away from me) and her dad is going to drop them off tomorrow morning so I don't have to pay postage and pakaging....

Could that BE any cooler?!

I will make sure my brotehr is up and stadning beside me, just incase there *is* no father and she's actually a 40 year old cereal killer called Clive. And yes, I meant cereal. *sob* poor defenceless Cheerios.


Ooooh... Cheerios... who remembers apple flavoured Cheerios?! Did they exist or did I dream them up, when I was six, my family and I went to Florida and I remmeber having them every monring. Does this mean that they are American? Do you guys get them all the time?! Damn you, America! I love your shit too much.

xxx