Sam

Basically I was reading though my blog and I've come to the conclusion that I'm a fucking loser. I drilllllllllllllll about guys who I've got with as if i was fucking them... I wasn't.
Now my life is slighty more interesting I don't feel the need to post it over the Internet to seem 'cool' or whatever the fuck I was hoping to achieve though this blog.
Anyway, the reason why I'm writing (or attempting to write) is because my bestfriend, Sam T Ashcroft, read though my blog then creased for about 5 minutes straight. Then bitched that he wasn't on here. So basically tribute STA, the person who I can trust with my life, who will never let me down, makes me laugh and will slowly kill his liver with me.
I love you.
Happy bitch?

Trying to keep my blog alive

So I think I will have a weee bitch; therefore fufilling the purpose of this blog.
So there is this guy...
Oh fuck this i'm bored already.

Basically

I chat breeze and can't even speak or spell properly.
Why do I have a blog?

Tempted to get tumblr...

My Grandma is coming over for Christmas. fuckkk.

Let me explain why this is 'fuckk':

1) She is fucking insane and scary.
I remember once I was in Greece in our cottage: now our cottage is basically a shit hole; its next to a railway track, spiders casually jammin everywhere, dirty and open planned. This last factor prohibits me from staying up particularly late reading. One night I refused to turn the light off, just refused, I mean, what could she actually do? Kick me out into the scorpion infested garden at midnight; my Granddad would never let her do that. So what did she do? She kicked us both out. Yep, she kicked her husband and her Grandchild out of  their own house: that’s when I learned to do what she says.

2) She will actually make me study; I can't see myself going out much this Christmas.

3) Since my Granddad died she’s become scared and paranoid; I can't see myself going out this Christmas.

4) She hasn't booked a return ticket.


My Grandma is coming over for Christmas. Sickkk.

Let me explain why this is 'sickkk':

1)I'm her favourite and everyone’s scared of her.
She'd kick my parents out of there own house if she thought they were mistreating me in anyway- by mistreating I generally mean not feeding me enough because i'm 'anorexic'.

2) She's also an amazing cook.

3) She will make me study so I might actual get decent A-level results.

4) Since my Granddad died she’s been lonely and unhappy, hopefully she'll be happier this Christmas.

5) I love her a lot- mostly because shes fucking insane.

THE END IS NIGH

Karma

Is on your ex-girlfriends side. Clearly.
I wish I hadn't done that. Actaully, thats a lie. I just wish you had told me you were in a relationship.




I wish I had done Photography.
I wish that I wore my hair down for prom.
I wish I hadn't dropped out of swimming competitions. and gymnastics. and martail arts. and piano classes.
I wish I'd followed my instincts instead of letting you persuade me otherwise.
I especially wish I hand't trusted you.


CLAP IF YOU BELIEVE IN FAIRYS.
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... I guess it doesn't work in real life.

Oh hello

I'm blogging from my iPod.
Thats probably nothing special to you, but it makes me feel cool- it has spell check, CRAZY SHIT.
Anyway it was my birthday on tuesday: me and Rose discovered a cute Italian restaurant off regent street; they served good cocktails and were lax on ID. This discovery made us late ( and slightly tipsy) to my meal at pizza express, MORE CRAZY SHIT.
This small paragraph has taken me about 10 minutes to write.
Think I'll have a nap now.