Unlucky

So i'm on facebook chat and my friend Pinelopi pops up on facebook chat:
' I heard about you, you naughty girl'
'Sorry? '
' You and Niko...'
'Oh, i had a bit of flirt with him if thats what you mean, but i didnt touch the kid'
'aha don't worry i know it was only a kiss'

What!?! The whole point of me NOT getting with him is becasue I didn't want a repeat of last Summer were everyone found out about whats-his-face.
What a loser. Imagine making up getting with someone? I could understand it if he was 12 and wanted to impress his friends, but the kids almost 17. Dear lorddddddddd, i choose them well dont I?

Moving on: Forrest of Dean tomorrow. I have to ride a bike. I deteste cycling; I crash into things. So as you can imagine i'm not looking forward to it. I also have to do all my Summer work when I get back, again, not looking forward to it. On a happier note, my Aunty gave me £100 for my GCSE results. Dad said he'll give me the £450 when he gets a job, so that will probably be.. never. Oh well, i'll see if I can get the Mothership to give it to me. Actually, take that back, hopefully dad will have a job by September if his interview went well, and its not like hes lazy, just unlucky I suppose.



Thought this fitted well with the whole 'unlucky' concept.

GCSE Results.

5 A's, 5 B's and 1 lonely C

DADDY OWES ME £450, YEAH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Small problem: he does not have £450; so I can't get it all at once...
Nonetheless I am happy. I am also into 6th form, which means I can go 6th form clothes shopping, yay. So yeah, I got good results and had such a good time at Sasha's after... life is bless.

'He was on top of me, and all i could think about was having a bacon sandwhich'

Pahahahahahaha, last night was quite funny. Me, Holly and Janelle crashed a party. So we turn up in full fancy dress: two slutty nurses, a magician and pocahuntus; no one's dressed up. So obviously, we got drunk really quickly. As the night progressed more and more fancy dress poeple came and got drunk with us. It was a good night. The thing about going to a party where no one knows you is, well, you get reallyreallyreally fucked and crease at everything.

Met this guy, he was really on me- not trying to sound big headed, pretty sure he was high. He would just not leave me alone, i could tell how fustrated he was getting, it was funny. Although to be fair we could hear two couples having sex either side of us, both of the guys were his mates. Poor guy, definately drew the short straw with me. Anyway i was getting with him and shizz and i got bored. So i was like, bye. He would not let me leave 'pleasee, come on, pleasee', he was holding me down everytime i tried to move. In the end i got so pissed of i just pushed him off as hard as i could and yelled:

'I am not on it'

Both couples stopped, looked at us and burst out laughing.

Shitty English Weather

I've given up on Summer. I've bought a trench coat and an umbrella- well actually my mum bought me the trench coat to be 'nice'. So either she feels guilty about making me come home at 7 the other day, or we're moving to Australia.

Nonetheless, the point is that i've given up on Summer.Why? Because i've had enough of walking home in the rain. Funnily enough,  see-though clothes, wet hair and mascara half way down my face, does not make me feel good. Furthermore, everyone knows that you plan your Winter clothes in Summer and the Summer clothes in Winter. Honest, look at the September issue of vogue.

24/08/2010

Results day.

So i figured that if i somehow manage to get my A's in Drama, English and Retard Science, i will have £300.

I can stock up on vodka, treat myself to some menthol's, buy tickets on the Euro Star to Paris and still have some money left over for clothes. I reallyreallyreally hope i get my A's, because i reallyreallyreally want to go to Paris for my birthday.

And getting into 6th form would be nice too.