Wednesday, December 31, 2003

I love: vine-ripened cherry tomatoes; shopping (especially Topshop); long showers; Johnny Depp films and I will do (almost) anything for long, tumbling brown hair on men. Ahhh, I need a man. Right now, preferably.

I can't believe it's New Year's Eve and I'm not doing anything. I'm young, I should be out getting drunk, pulling strangers and being sick in flower-beds. Not this year, alas. I haven't even got anyone to cuddle. Big round of 'Aaaawwww's for the loner in the corner, please.
I'm not doing anything tonight. I was going to a party but it's in the middle of nowhere. I've just found out some of my friends are going clubbing, wish they'd told me. I know they have no responsibility to tell me, but, well, I don't know. Just feel a bit unwanted, really. At least I'm having pasta for tea. Wow, just as I typed that, my dad called to say it's ready now. Yay!

Monday, December 29, 2003

Well, I did not find a Vernon Kay lookalike, but it's not the end of the world. I still have high hopes for New Year's Eve. Not even sure what I'm doing. Something fun hopefully.

I have just been admonished by my father for leaving an Imperial Leather sticker on the shower tiles. It's hardly the capital offence he made it out to be in comparison with my brother's habit of leaving suspicious-looking hairs all over the soap. But enough of that.

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Merry Christmas folks! I have rediscovered my Christmas spirit and am all set for tomorrow! Does everyone else go out on Boxing Day? (Silly question, because even if anyone reads this, they have no means of replying, as I am incapable of making a comments thingy)

Today was cool, I really need to do some exercise though. I have a horrible vision of me: Christmas 2004, being crane-lifted out of a window... nice. I feel quite weird now. There's nothing to do, and Eastenders isn't on for ages.

Today i ponder why I write this. I'm quite a private person, and there are things I may possibly write here that I wouldn't want the whole world to know, were my real name to be connected to them. I think I'm getting more confident. Or maybe it's some reverse-vicarious thrill (There must be a better word for that!)

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

All my Christmas spirit has dissipated. My grandparents are here. I find it difficult to be sociable to them, especially my grandpa, as he tends to be incredibly patronising. Also, I feel very unfit, as demonstrated by my earlier feeble attempt at press-ups. I managed two. To add to all this, I accidently used Head and Shoulders this morning, and feel the onset of a malicious rash. I must not have a rash on Boxing Day, as it is my plan to hunt down a nice, normal, sane guy, who will not dump me by text. (Dark, messy hair in style of Vernon Kay is another requirement) More about that another time.

Also, I have been searching for new blogs to read. Maybe I'm just nosy, but I love to read about other people's lives. Currently I am reading words into type
Argh! It appears Jack White has been charged with assault! Have I been living in a cave for the last month? I had no idea. The White Stripes are meant to be playing in in a town near here in January, hope this doesn't mean they'll have to cancel.

This year, I'm more excited about Boxing Day than Christmas Day. I guess it just shows I'm getting old, I suppose it's like a rite of passage. Boxing Day! Aaaahhh... drinking 'til you're sick, dancing to the stupidest cheesiest crap possible, kissing waaaay too many girls, not repeating 2001 (in which I drank far too much, got refused from a club, and ended up at a very dodgy, smelly, pervy goth's house)

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Johnny Wilkinson is our hero of the year, according to the YouGov poll in the Telegraph. I don't know much about rugby, but but maybe his spectacular performance in the final isn't all there is to it. He certainly comes across as very down-to-earth and unwilling to be thrust into the spotlight. Maybe there's a backlash beginning against the notion of celebrity? It's a nice thought, but seeing Charles Ingram dressed up as Justin Hawkins in Heat doesn't exactly support this theory.

I don't know who I would pick as my personal heroes/villains of the year. I would definitely agree with Kylie being chosen as sexiest woman though, a true icon for all of us who are petite. Johnny Depp would probably be my hero and sexiest man (yes, I am a big fan, couldn't you tell?)

Monday, December 22, 2003

Yay! After much confusion I have finally managed to change the colours! I am disgustingly web-illiterate, yet I am making slow progress.
Back again. I feel a little shy in a weird way. Therefore, I think I will write a bit about myself, by way of introduction.
I am 17, small, quiet and usually happy.
Favourite book: In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
Favourite film: anything with Johnny Depp in it (except From Hell, which is rubbish)
Favourite Album: can't decide between The Art of Drowning by AFI and the Smashing Pumpkins Greatest Hits right now.
I like: spaghetti bolognaise, going out, Scrubs (which is sadly no longer on!) sleeping, sunny weather, cats.
I don't like: bad spelling, snow, people who patronise me because I'm short.
Hmmm. I am very confused by all this HTML malarkey. When I get my head around it all, I shall commence some sensible posting.
Hello everyone! As this is my first post, I shall keep it very brief (I am still a little blog-shy)

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