tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62363682011-04-21T23:33:06.209Zkitten bluekitten blue - a diarykitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1113583678132602462005-04-15T16:47:00.000Z2005-04-15T16:47:58.133ZMy Orlando Bloom obsession is getting out of control. Check this out for unbelieveable hotness. I was never interested before, but then he grew lots of hair and got hot.
I need a job so badly, but keep getting rejected from everything and everyone. Damn it, that Hello Kitty handbag will soon be gone unless I get there fast.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1113324570589293002005-04-12T16:49:00.000Z2005-04-12T16:49:30.590ZI'm finding it very hard to control my temper right now. The least of my problems is that my phone won't send texts. Another problem is that the guy I was seeing has suddenly decided he has too many 'personal problems' to have a relationship, like his bulimia and low self esteem. Is there anything I hate more than self-obsessed bulimics? It's pathetic. It's funny how we can sleep togther several kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1112276130407272102005-03-31T13:35:00.000Z2005-03-31T13:35:30.406ZHow is it fair that I put the effort in to be predicted 3 As at A-level, and get rejected from York, UCL and Manchester, all of which ask for AAB? I suck.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1101408205454984452004-11-25T18:29:00.000Z2004-11-25T18:43:25.453Z"The culturally induced destruction of girls' self-esteem at puberty"
This brought a tear to my eye because it is what happens. Why are we so apathetic towards women's rights? Why is the pay gap so wide? Why does it seem we are only rated on our looks? Why are millions of women around the world still oppressed? Why are our reproductive rights under such threat?
Why don't we encourage our young kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1100448206940984512004-11-14T16:03:00.000Z2004-11-14T16:03:26.940ZEverytime I read anything about abortion rights, I'm terrified. I'm scared of my rights being taken away from me. Hell, I even read an article about the growing belief that the pill is a form of abortion, and that some American pharmacists will not supply it on those grounds. I would hit the fucking roof if a pharmacist refused to supply my pill. I really am terrified and so angry about this. kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1100360199559799162004-11-13T15:36:00.000Z2004-11-13T15:36:39.560ZClare Short seriously annoys me. She's stupid, self-righteous and pompous, yet champions herself as a figurehead for British women. Unfortunately, she's one of very few high profile women in Parliament, and it worries me that people may consider her to be the archetypal female politician, and so dismiss other women in this profession. Clare, you embarrass me. I don't agree with you, and I don't kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1100359285838049732004-11-13T15:21:00.000Z2004-11-13T15:21:25.836ZI'm not dead, just resting. This blog needs a makeover and my links need sorting out. Back soon...kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1096911192895277252004-10-04T17:33:00.000Z2004-10-04T17:33:12.896ZTo make things even worse, ASOS are selling horrible plastic cowboy boots. My cowboy boots are wonderful and beautiful, yet soon will have the same status as that most scorned of items, the poncho.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1096910751873610422004-10-04T17:25:00.000Z2004-10-04T17:25:51.873ZI think I'm on the edge of getting completely and utterly stressed. I have to do a double page spread for a film magazine as part of my media coursework, and while I can design a page, I'm absolutely shite at taking photos. Even looking at a camera stresses me out. I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do. It was meant to be in on friday and I haven't started it yet. I'm so stressed, every kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1096486388801089532004-09-29T19:33:00.000Z2004-09-29T19:41:10.596ZIn the syle of Britney Lovin' Lesbo (see links) I am going to make a little list for you all.
Today's Likes:
Ville Valo. Mmmmmm.... so pretty. Just my kind of man, look at that hair
Kittens, as always
Being 18
Getting nice emails off pretty boys
Having enough money to buy CDs
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Both the EP and the album are absolutely amazing
Being able to persuade friends to go out on friday kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1096475724252987972004-09-29T16:35:00.000Z2004-09-29T16:35:24.253ZI was so miserable last week, but sometimes it's funny how things can turn out completely the opposite to what you expected.
Yesterday was my birthday. I got an email and phone call from my boyfriend, which made me a very happy bunny. All my friends remembered, and got me cute little presents. My family were very generous, way more than I deserve, and made me a wonderful tea with all my kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1096145579246562702004-09-25T20:52:00.000Z2004-09-25T20:52:59.246ZI guess I'm having a bad patch, so apologies to anyone who stumbles across this blog in the hope of upbeat witty musings. Come back in a few weeks.
It just feels like nothing is fun anymore. I have friends, but no social life. This is my life: Work, college, internet. I feel so lonely and am getting worried about why my boyfriend hasn't emailed. There seems to be nothing to look foward to, not kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1096043859637873142004-09-24T16:37:00.000Z2004-09-24T16:37:39.636ZAbout two months ago I had a urine test and a swab and the results were normal but this morning I got a letter telling me they all have to be repeated. My doctor was busy and the nurse didn't know why I have to do it again. I'm really fucking angry about it, I don't want to do it again. Why wait two months to tell me this?
I feel just as shit as yesterday. My boyfriend hasn't emailed since kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1095961920346772632004-09-23T17:52:00.000Z2004-09-23T17:52:00.346ZI'm not sure what I'm doing for my birthday. The friend I want to go out with might be working late and I haven't got anyone else to go with before going to a club. This really depresses me because I can see myself sitting at home alone on my birthday. I miss my boyfriend, I don't like college, and feel generally sad, bored and lonely.
I might get rid of the comments, I don't get many, and I getkitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1095407753740447512004-09-17T07:55:00.000Z2004-09-17T07:55:53.740ZToday I wish I was Avril Lavigne. She's pretty, can sing a bit and has a nice fiance. I think my problem is picking looks over personality. The boyfriend is hot, but he's an insensitive, stupid, uncaring bastard and sometimes he really does make me feel like shit. I emailed him pretty much what I wrote in my last post, and his reply was basically 'So what? What can I do about your friends?' I'm kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1095354027007377062004-09-16T17:00:00.000Z2004-09-16T17:00:27.006ZMy boyfriend's going to a sperm bank to get money. At first I thought it was funny but now I'm not happy about it at all. It means that he will possibly have children some time soon. I know they can't trace him, but the thought makes me feel sick. Maybe I'm jealous, I don't know. It would also be nice if he asked what I've been doing or how I am.
I'm not very happy today. All my friends have kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1095108511231940992004-09-13T20:48:00.000Z2004-09-13T20:48:31.230ZIt's been a good day for two reasons. Well, these are the only two I can think of right now:
1. My boyfriend emailed to tell me everything he's been doing, and it makes me happy to hear it all. I'm just trying to look forward to seeing him again, and I feel more secure about things than I did. I'm such a geek, I'm crying because I was so happy to read his email. I've got to stop crying so much. kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1095016873106164042004-09-12T19:21:00.000Z2004-09-12T19:21:13.106ZI went to York today to some shopping but it was quite disappointing because nearly every nice thing I found wasn't in my size. I did come home with a pleated miniskirt though. It's probably a little too windy to wear it at the moment, although I did also invest in some girl boxer shorts to counter any embarrassing visible knicker incidents. I might wear it for going out on my birthday, but shoeskitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1094845166512924052004-09-10T19:39:00.000Z2004-09-10T19:39:26.513ZKill Bill Volume 1 was so amazing I had to go and buy Volume 2, which I have just watched. Just as beautiful as the first (if such a violence is beautiful) and the soundtrack was even better. I loved Pulp Fiction and Jackie Brown, but this is something else entirely.
My boyfriend left this morning. I've been trying to concentrate on looking forward to seeing him again but I can't help having a kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1094756722335470332004-09-09T19:05:00.000Z2004-09-09T19:05:22.336ZI just saw Kill Bill for the first time. Wow. A masterpiece. I would write more but I really should pick my jaw up from the floor now.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1094323387003853792004-09-04T18:43:00.000Z2004-09-04T18:47:43.900ZWell, the thursh has gone but the bloody cystitis has returned. Thank you to MissMish for the advice. One good thing about the boyfriend going away is that it hopefully mean no more 'down there' problems, at least for a while.
My favourite girls at the moment, in no particular order:
Scarlett Johannson She's so pretty, quirky and cool, but in a way I can relate to, as she's petite and curvy. (kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1093983477847366392004-08-31T20:07:00.000Z2004-08-31T20:17:57.846ZMy antibiotics gave me thrush and I had to pay bloody £10 for a single tablet to get rid of it and it's still not cleared up. I'm not impressed, although after today, I probably deserve to pay extortionate amounts like that.
Work was strange, I have a big secret to confess: I forgot to charge someone for their meal today. I felt like such a fool all day, but fortunately I got someone to cancel kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1093531344964527532004-08-26T14:29:00.000Z2004-08-26T14:42:24.963ZWork has been alright except that I've discovered that the guys in the kitchen have been checking out my underwear on a daily basis. Apparently you can see it through my trousers. I'm not very pleased about this. They come in on their days off just to see it. Even worse, my friend tells me that the reason that the manager is constantly on my back is because he likes me. No, I don't see how that kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1093008548359808132004-08-20T13:19:00.000Z2004-08-20T13:29:08.360ZOh. My. God.
I stayed at the boyfriend's last night and the bus journey home seemed to take forever.
It was worth it though, I got A for English Lit., A for Media, A for Psychology, and U for Law. I expected to fail Law but I can't believe the others, I cried when I read them!
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1092904071664526672004-08-19T08:25:00.000Z2004-08-19T08:27:51.666ZTomorrow is both pay day and results day. Technically results day is today, but AS students at my college have to wait til they're posted. Whatever the outcome, I'm going to combine both events into rewarding/comiserating myself with a new handbag.
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1092761233740136092004-08-17T16:37:00.000Z2004-08-17T16:47:13.740ZMy last post was something of a monstruous PMT-fuelled rage, I've calmed down now. Not all Burger King customers are ogres, although some are. I feel like a bit of a bitch now. I did skive work yesterday, and spent it buying cute crochet hats and sitting in the boyfriend's back yard in my fabulous new bikini, which is a pretty good way to spend a day methinks. I'm undergoing some family problems kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1092561733615904602004-08-15T09:01:00.000Z2004-08-15T09:22:13.616ZI'm meant to be at work in an hour and a half and I really don't want to go. The managers keep putting up misspelt posters informing us of our duty to kiss customer ass to the point of getting our heads stuck up there. 'The custumer is always RIGHT, even if they are wrong'. Burger King customers are the essence of Little Britain, they are buck-toothed, wife-beater clad, arrogant rednecks. Fuck kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1092166227922979552004-08-10T19:24:00.000Z2004-08-10T19:30:27.923ZLife as a Burger King minion is so far, so good. I can't wait to get paid, I've got my beady little eyes on either XHi-top Converse boots, or 14 eyelet Dr Martens and I just can't decide. Although it'll be another week before I get paid, a girl can still dream. My mum lent me money to buy flower fairy lights, they're beautiful, and next on the shopping list will be one of the above pairs of bootskitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1091618384772244912004-08-04T11:13:00.000Z2004-08-04T11:19:44.773ZI had a very strange night last night. I felt pretty sick during the evening, and managed to get no sleep at all last night, instead spending it in a bizarre confused fever, in which I was convinced that I needed to find a job, rather than try to sleep.
I've rediscovered Sheryl Crow, I never realised her voice was soothing.
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1091476983195677972004-08-02T19:54:00.000Z2004-08-02T20:03:03.196ZIn our society, adult female bodies are treated like mistakes that continually need correcting. It's too smelly, it's too hairy, it's the wrong shape, it's the wrong colour. We're seen to be badly designed somehow, needing extra stuff to make them okay. (From the f-word)
This so true. The natural female body is hairy, has a natural smell, and often is curvy and stretch-marked. It has moles, kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1091356456374945022004-08-01T10:28:00.000Z2004-08-01T10:34:16.373ZWow, I share my birthday with Brigitte Bardot, Gwyneth Paltrow and Hilary Duff. A good birthday to have if I want to become a blonde sex symbol. The date in question is September 28th, so it's only two months until I'm 18. To be honest, I'm not as excited as it as I thought I would be. It's just that being 17 has been so much fun. Sure, it's not all been good, but so many brilliant things have kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1091301496706358002004-07-31T19:07:00.001Z2004-07-31T19:18:16.706ZJust noticed, I've started my last four posts with 'Well'. I need to read more, obviously, although I have just read Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden and it was totally brilliant. Go read it.
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1091301284880999432004-07-31T19:07:00.000Z2004-07-31T19:14:44.880ZWell, I got offered the job, in spite of the farce of an interview I stumbled through: "So," [asks sniggering assistant manager] "when you have you been part of a successful team?" Cue bemused silence, lots of 'ermmmm's and a blank look. I have an induction course on Wednesday, and I guess I'll be starting work this week.
I had the most wonderful mini shopping spree yesterday! I went out to findkitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1090951124024190122004-07-27T17:52:00.000Z2004-07-27T17:58:44.023ZWell, I quit my job at the hotel and have an interview at Burgerking tomorrow. It may well be even worse, but I'll be working with my friend, I'll get to talk to people, I'll get paid more and there will be no rottweilers.
I got a new bed today! It's a double one (the first I've ever had) and it has a beautiful black metal frame. I chose it yesterday with my mum, and I'm ashamed to say it, but kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1090855701236343082004-07-26T15:24:00.000Z2004-07-26T15:28:21.236ZWell, I started my new job today. I have to stand in a tiny, boiling hot room for hours pressing king size sheets with only a rottweiler for company. Yes, I did just say a rottweiler. I can't sit down, and I have no one to talk to. All this for £3.50 an hour. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm going to apply at Burgerking.
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1090439016024379092004-07-21T19:37:00.000Z2004-07-21T19:43:36.023ZWell, I have had quite a bit of advice about my last post. Some have said 'leave him' but my dad said he too was very like this when he was younger, and that I should concentrate on the fact that he likes to be with me. I really don't know what to do. Half of me is gutted and thinks it would be best to finish it now, and the other half thinks I should just enjoy his company and the fact that he kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1090355938851887902004-07-20T20:17:00.000Z2004-07-20T20:38:58.850ZI have this picture in my head of the girl I want to be. She looks just like me, except dresses a little better, and she's more confident than me. My boyfriend is going to Canada in September for two months and he wants us to split up for it. I'm not exactly sure why, but he says we can 'still hang out' when he comes back. The thing is, how can I be this pretty, confident, fun girl if my kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1090351221249858032004-07-20T19:08:00.000Z2004-07-20T19:20:21.250ZWell, I finally found a solution to period sex: doing it in the shower. I'm not sure how we didn't think of it before, but boy, was it fun. We shall definitely be doing it again, period or no period.
I keep making myself feel bad about not being pretty/funny/well dressed/interesting enough and it's like I can't stop. I know that I am pretty, although I'm still working on my style, and I need kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1090000762269440792004-07-16T17:50:00.000Z2004-07-16T17:59:22.270ZI absolutely love magazines. I usually read More, Company, New Woman and B, although I think I must be a little young for New Woman as it has advertisements for wrinkle cream. Anyhow, this afternoon I made a wonderful discovery: Elle Girl. I always thought it was in the same league as Bliss or Sugar (I know my teen magazines) but no, it's amazingly stylish, and the American website for it kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1089653038793556492004-07-12T17:21:00.000Z2004-07-12T17:23:58.793ZI was so scared about seeing the nurse, but she was so nice and it didn't hurt at all. She couldn't see a cut, but took a swab and I'll get the results in 10 days. I feel so much better now. Apparently, my cervix is 'pink and healthy'. Always good to know. kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1089296506536340732004-07-08T14:14:00.000Z2004-07-08T14:21:46.536ZThis post is slightly graphic, just a warning.
I keep bleeding after sex, and it's scaring me. The blood always seems to be in the first inch of my pussy (can anyone think of a better word than pussy?) and it's always on the base of his penis so i think I might have cut myself, and frequency and enthusiasm of our shagging means it hasn't had time to heal. However, the nurse I spoke to on the kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1088963205961492712004-07-04T17:37:00.000Z2004-07-04T17:46:45.960ZI've been musing over which uni to apply for. The three I'm most keen on are University College London, York, and Leeds, and I want to study English. Yeah, I guess I am pretty ambitious, especially as UCL and Leeds rank just below Oxbridge in most league tables. Can I do it? I really really hope so. My teacher told me I could get into York, which is encouraging, as was my 100% score in January's kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1088589908571143102004-06-30T09:56:00.000Z2004-06-30T10:05:08.570ZI've been reading so much recently. I used to read constantly, but then at the age of 14 I suddenly got a social life. Howver, I now have to choose two texts to study for my english lit. coursework. So in the last few weeks I have read:
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter Thompson
The Colour Purple by Alice Walker
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
Big Fish by Daniel Wallace
and am kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1088370587012222522004-06-27T21:01:00.000Z2004-06-27T21:09:47.013ZI've got completely obsessed with Big Brother, although it is mainly because of Stuart. I have this really great idea: Big Brother should take away all Stuart's clothes and ban the other housemates from lending him any. Mmmmmmm I can just see it now...
I've been thinking about the first time I slept with the boyfriend, I can't believe how bold I was. I was at his house, we kissed, for the first kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1088157477037550642004-06-25T09:53:00.000Z2004-06-25T09:57:57.036ZWow, I just found a Pixies cover of Video Killed the Radio Star on my computer!
I wish I didn't get so hurt so easily. The boyfriend doesn't seem to ever get hurt by anything. He doesn't show it anyway. If I didn't get hurt easily, I'd be so much freer. Also, I'd be able to do fun stuff instead of spending time moping around feeling hurt about something.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1087920400891306702004-06-22T16:00:00.000Z2004-06-22T16:06:40.890ZMmmm I've fallen head over heels in lust with Stuart from Big Brother. His face is as beautiful enough as it is, but when added to his gorgeous body and sooo strokeable hair...
I hate being so horny on my period as the boyfriend understandably does not want to get himself covered in blood, and so cannot satisfy my raging desire. Pah. Guess I'll just sit here twiddling my thumbs then.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1087836300105934262004-06-21T16:27:00.000Z2004-06-21T16:45:00.106ZYesterday, my friend directed me to this site. It attempts to encourage healthy self image among girls and women through combating 'negative and distorted images of women in the media'. I find this really interesting, because women are constantly being bombarded with messages that they must be thin and beautiful (to a certain standard) to be successful. Any shape even slightly different to what kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1086887821841731332004-06-10T17:12:00.000Z2004-06-10T17:20:15.220ZI predict belly dancing and bomber jackets will be the next big things.
Apparently there's a Hello Kitty movie coming out. A selfish part of me doesn't want it, I love Hello Kitty so much, I don't want it to become as common as Pucca or something like that. It's like when you have a new favourite band, and you love them so much, you don't want anyone else to like them too. I bought a new Hello kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1086799098950639082004-06-09T16:36:00.000Z2004-06-09T16:38:18.950ZMy ten favourite songs right now, in no particular order:
Flyswatter - Eels
Somebody to Love – Jefferson Airplane
Gigantic – The Pixies
Soma – Smashing Pumpkins
Supermuffdiver – King Adora
Goddess on a Hiway – Mercury Rev
Back to School - Deftones
The Leaving Song Part Two – AFI
Girls Not Grey – AFI
Building – Sensefield
So there you go, a little insight into me.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1086779246001358862004-06-09T11:00:00.000Z2004-06-09T11:07:26.000ZI saw Universal Soldier the other night, and I hate to admit it, but there is something rather sexy about a young Jean Claude Van Damme. Even if it is an action film, it was sooo made for women. The female lead is feisty, opinionated, and doesn't take her clothes off once, whereas we see Jean Claude's tight little buttocks every 15 mintues, it seems. Not that I'm complaining...
My doctor is a kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1086030864692746722004-05-31T18:48:00.000Z2004-05-31T19:14:24.693ZWatch out people, mini-rant approaching...
The problem with this government is that their attitude to problems is to simply attempt to fix them with short term solutions rather than dealing with the root of the problem, which is only creating more trouble for the future. It's like fixing a hole in your shoe with duct tape - it just doesn't work. (Although try telling that to the boyfriend) Take kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1085946236521105262004-05-30T19:38:00.000Z2004-05-30T19:43:56.520ZWow. This morning I saw Braceface for the first time. It's ace! I feel a curious affinity with Sharon Spitz. It's probably the braces, but horrible embarrassing stuff always happens to her. This morning, for example, she was on a date and her period started but the guy thought she was dying and called an ambulance. Although it is a little strange to have periods on a kids' TV show.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1085761181243042792004-05-28T16:07:00.000Z2004-05-28T16:19:41.243ZTopshop now do maternity wear. I find this quite strange because it seems like I'm being bombarded with baby stuff everywhere I go. Babies are horrible. I will never have one, ever. (Hopefully)
I never really noticed it before, but there's something really sexy about Angelina Jolie. She's my new Carmen Electra. I used to mostly think blonde girls were pretty but I'm progressing to brunettes now.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1085602399795532772004-05-26T20:01:00.001Z2004-05-26T20:13:19.796ZIn reply to Leticia's post, in my case, my butt-confidence (or lack of) stems from how I feel inside, not from how I think guys see me. If the boyfriend doesn't like my butt, he can go elsewhere, simple as that. Feel good outside, feel good inside. That's just how I work, I guess.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1085601860609303412004-05-26T20:01:00.000Z2004-05-26T20:04:20.610ZI keep getting some very strange emails. They're in an Eastern language I don't understand (sorry, my language knowlege is minimal) and in the 'to' line, they're addressed to things like 'kitten23@hotmail.com' which isn't my email address. Help, anyone?kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1085498878575255902004-05-25T15:24:00.000Z2004-05-25T15:27:58.576ZOh God. I have my psychology AS exam on Thursday and I just don't know nearly enough. Been cramming like mad. I did really well in my January exams (well, half of them) but I don't think I can match up to that this time. Argh.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1085419696088196582004-05-24T17:21:00.000Z2004-05-24T17:28:16.086ZToday I bought my first thong. It's another milestone for me, I've always been a avid lover of big pants, but there's always been something very naughty about thongs to me, and the fact you need confidence (and a half-decent butt) to wear one says a lot. Well, finally, I feel good enough about my butt to wear one. Go me.
I think knickers have overtaken my handbag obsession. Mere weeks ago, the kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1084093533457593612004-05-09T08:56:00.000Z2004-05-09T09:10:04.093ZI can hardly believe the photographs of US/UK soldiers sexually abusing Iraqi prisoners. It's so disgusting, humiliating, vile. What will happen to our soldiers now if they are captured? Also, so much for keeping up good relations with Iraq.
On a completey different note, an Xbox stole my boyfriend. I think he even kisses it before he goes to bed. The thing is, I can see myself becoming slightlykitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1083873112717194612004-05-06T19:50:00.000Z2004-05-06T19:56:19.983ZDoes my blog suck? I'm in a pathetic mood today. No new comments for about 2 weeks and I've realised that a few people have taken their links to me down. Hmph.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1082573094960284302004-04-21T18:21:00.000Z2004-04-21T18:49:01.030ZIt's good that the numbers of women in prominent postitions in the government is increasing. However, it always seems to be that it's the female politicians are always the ones fucking up. Take Estelle Morris, for example. What a total mess she made of everything when she was Education Secretary. Another example is Clare Short, who I personally believe to be a complete idiot. She seemed to be kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1082481945538917602004-04-20T17:23:00.000Z2004-04-20T17:30:44.560ZTired and sad. I need a cuddle. I wish I could turn my boyfriend into a blanket. Then he could cuddle me and keep me warm, without managing to insult me in some way, because being a blanket, he wouldn't be able to talk.
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1082237449894520712004-04-17T21:29:00.000Z2004-04-17T21:34:50.653ZYay! Shane Lynch has jointly won The Games! I never thought a member of Boyzone could be so damn sexy...kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1082107764363837282004-04-16T09:21:00.000Z2004-04-16T09:35:16.780ZWho inspires you? A lot of people inspire me, but right now, there's one who is especially important. She lives round the corner from me, we've been friends since we were 11. The reason why she's inspirational is because she has a tough life, but always keeps cheerful. She never misses a day of college, still gets good grades, works two jobs to allow her freedom to go out, and has loads of kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081977375497394772004-04-14T20:55:00.001Z2004-04-14T21:25:30.670ZThere's been a lot of controversy about Britney's new video (which features her committing suicide in a bath) because 'it could spark copycat attempts'. I'm in two minds over this. On the one hand, it seems like a slightly disgusting attempt at raising the profile of the single through shock tactics, and suicide is not a subject to be treated lightly. But on the other hand, I don't like heavy kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081885874840027862004-04-13T19:45:00.000Z2004-04-13T19:55:09.716ZI used to think she was just a dumb slapper, but since seeing her on The Games, I realised that I want to be best friends with Jodie Marsh. A cheap man's Jordan? I think not. She's funny, cheerful, pretty, and her nose makes me feel better about mine. Also, her boobs are real. She seems so bubbly, yet she's determined to win, and her triumph in the fitness test on Friday night was a victory of kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081860441648296322004-04-13T12:42:00.000Z2004-04-13T12:51:16.186ZReinvention. I always want to make myself new again. If I could, I'd be a different person every day. One day I'd be an A level student, the next: a business woman, a photographer, a nurse... Today I'll have red hair, tomorrow it'll be blue, or blonde, maybe a bit of both.
Is this a teenage thing, or is this what everyone wants to do? Say you do the same job every day, you have done for the lastkitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081677851636210712004-04-11T09:57:00.000Z2004-04-13T16:09:46.153ZWow, this girl is cool. Beautiful site (I'm thinking of using one of her templates), and I absolutely love her photos.
I've been meaning to do something for a while now. Everyone I know seems to have a thing they do; my brother skateboards, (amateur sponsorship from Death, which is a bit mad) M likes horses, and the boyfriend films stuff. I love photographs, and I'm going to try and start kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081601316275597612004-04-10T12:45:00.000Z2004-04-10T12:52:26.686ZDoes anyone know how I can get rid of the Blogspot ad banner at the top of this page? I think this blog needs a makeover, I want to stick with the blue, but it does need tarting up a little. If in doubt, tart it up. You can't go wrong with that. I'm thinking stripes... Any ideas?kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081461191765658142004-04-08T21:47:00.000Z2004-04-08T21:56:59.873ZI'm undecided as to whether I want to see My Foetus (Channel 4 documentary showing an abortion) I can be quite squeamish, and I have a feeling it isn't for the faint-hearted. I am definitely pro-choice though. The idea of abortions becoming illegal terrifies me, as do pro-life supporters. I'd love to write more, and I will, but I'm cream-crackered, and Father Ted is on.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1081325366883812972004-04-07T08:02:00.000Z2004-04-07T08:13:13.436ZWell, a few days ago I saw my first porno. It was... enlightening. Briana Banks, I think. It was more funny than erotic, although she had the cutest little pussy I've ever seen. Not that I've seen that many, of course.
Speaking of cute pussies, I tried to wax my bikini line yesterday. I'm not sure what went wrong, but now I have a horrific bruise. Owwww. Maybe this is not a good time to kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1080849636223870432004-04-01T19:52:00.000Z2004-04-01T20:04:15.296ZHot women... I like this subject matter. I just love looking at beautiful people. Marrissa (?) from The O.C. is very beautiful.
I wonder how dirty my subject matter can get before I start alienating people? What I really want to know is what people think of anal sex. I'm sorry if that seems crude, but do people think it's disgusting/unnatural? I don't think it is, but I can understand how some kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1080509733062149582004-03-28T21:31:00.000Z2004-03-28T21:39:06.263ZWow, I found a truly rockin' site - Disgruntled Housewife.
I seem to have an obsession with the female form right now. Not in a lustful way, I love men too much, just in an appreciative way, I guess. Top girls right now are Carmen Electra and the red haired girl on the above site.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1080484996318820372004-03-28T14:33:00.000Z2004-03-28T21:40:52.543ZThe dog is still called Nanook. In a feeble protest, I am instead calling it 'New Dog'.
I've been sickly most of the week with evil cystitis and unexplained back pain. All is better now though. The boyfriend has gone to Amsterdam. He's too cool to pay for sex so I'm not that worried.
If I had any money, I'd be an Ebay addict. Soooo much beautiful Hello Kitty stuff. Is there anything better kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1079809023672164982004-03-20T18:49:00.000Z2004-03-20T19:00:25.466ZI'm going to stop writing about the boyfriend, he is very nice, just insensitive sometimes as men are. Anyway, he's pretty cool most of the time. The point of my last post was how people treat those smaller (or taller, as some of you may be) differently. I'm over it now, good things come in small packages, as we all know.
Right, now I really do need your help. We've just acquired a Cocker kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1079641923945226582004-03-18T20:30:00.000Z2004-03-18T20:35:23.543ZFell in love with a... song
Reptilia by The Strokeskitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1079638437999370132004-03-18T19:25:00.000Z2004-03-18T19:39:01.746ZI'm in a really black mood today. I was ok earlier, so I'm not sure what's happened. I think it started when I tried on my new jeans, which make me look shorter and dumpier than ever. This made me think of all the thoughtless comments I've had from obnoxious people with stretchmarks about how short my legs are, how I probably have to stand on phone books to kiss my boyfriend (who will not kiss mekitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1079462634271840212004-03-16T18:42:00.000Z2004-03-16T18:47:10.733ZOh God. Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Today he made me come.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1079274486973138222004-03-14T14:16:00.000Z2004-03-14T14:32:09.030ZSorry I haven't updated much, it's been a busy week. I got my exam results from January back - a very mixed bag. I'll start with the good stuff: full marks in my English Lit. exam! 105/105 = an A. Also, an A in Psychology. Now for the bad stuff: a U in Law, and a D in Media (which is going to be remarked, because OCR have fucked up the marking for my whole year group - 30% of us have failed)
kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1078610662954191272004-03-06T21:48:00.000Z2004-03-06T22:07:26.466ZWell, he hasn't done it again, which is good. Thanks to everyone who has offered advice, and be reassured that if he does it again, he'll know about it.
Relationships are meant to be fun, two or three weeks is not the stage where you 'just have to work at these things'. I think I'm a little down, so I've done what any sensible girl would do - I persuaded my mother to buy me new jeans. This kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1078416915961766982004-03-04T16:08:00.000Z2004-03-04T16:18:16.233ZLast night, my boyfriend (it's only been two weeks) called me a stupid bitch for putting my cold hand on his stomach. I was pretty shocked, and told him so, to which he seemed totally confused as to why I was upset. I'm not just overreacting, am I? He later called me a bitch again, this time for accidently catching his belt buckle on my clothes. He didn't say it angrily, but it still upset me. kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1078087949670781092004-02-29T20:39:00.000Z2004-02-29T20:55:24.966ZAhhhh I've had a three and a half day weekend. Builders at college cut through a water mains so it's had to close. Totally gutted... not. It's been pretty cool.
Although I sometimes get the odd spot, I've never suffered from acne, something for I am very grateful. I've been reading this, which is the diary of a 21 year old taking Roaccutane, a drug which has been controversial for its possible kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1077729650914099452004-02-25T17:16:00.000Z2004-02-25T18:11:51.983ZIf you haven't read Magnetic Kid Liv's blog (see left) go do so now. New design, and loads more updates. Reading her is like being in a blurry haze of colour and people, dashed with pink glitter. I love it. I want colour, I want glitter, I want to feel a bit more alive. I'm bored of this winter sluggishness, I want newness and brightness. Dullness is depressing me. I wonder how other people see kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1077724264662373452004-02-25T15:46:00.000Z2004-02-25T15:53:53.420ZWow, thanks to everyone who's offered advice. All very helpful comments, and hopefully they may soon get results. We had another go last night, and it nearly worked, so I guess things are looking up. Mmmmm, wish I was having another go right now...kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1077561391497709992004-02-23T18:28:00.000Z2004-02-23T18:39:18.013ZRight then. Time to get personal, I think.
Why do I never come during sex? It's not a question of the man coming too soon (at least it certainly isn't now) So why doesn't it happen? Am I not turned on enough, or is it just a matter of biology? I try to not to worry about it, because worrying is obviously just going to make it worse. It's just a bit annoying. If anyone has any input on this, I'd kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1077060268879894382004-02-17T23:18:00.000Z2004-02-17T23:27:07.450ZFound a new blog to read - Rentboy Diaries. I do like my sex blogging right now. He likes The Distillers too!kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1077049987878229192004-02-17T20:20:00.000Z2004-02-17T20:49:09.420ZI wish my brain went faster. I spent today with someone whose mind races along so fast it's hard to keep up. It makes me feel boring, but never bored. My mind feels gunky at the moment. Who was it who said they wanted to remove the top of their skull, take their brain out and give it a good cleaning in the sink? Bridget Jones? Rosie Richardson of Cause Celeb fame? I can't remember.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1076839990695554042004-02-15T10:04:00.000Z2004-02-15T10:15:45.936ZWell then, did anyone get anything yesterday? I got an email card... from my ex-boyfriend's sister's ex boyfriend by about 3 weeks. The thing is, I know he's only trying to get revenge on her by sleazing on me. Poor lad, I think he's just a bit cut up by it all.
So, Valentine's Day. What do I think of it? I'm not sure. On the one hand, it's a nice sentiment, but then, it seems that people are kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1076757076829989432004-02-14T11:09:00.000Z2004-02-14T11:13:50.750ZSorry I haven't updated in a week, I've not really known what to write. Well then, what's been going on in my life this week? Not a lot. It's half term now, and I will find something to write about soon.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1076087712394227212004-02-06T17:10:00.000Z2004-02-06T17:17:35.530ZHa! Screw that! One of my friends today mentioned something about a girl called Ruth - "I bet she'll be going out with him in two weeks". Him being the pretty guy, of course. Plenty more fish in the sea, except the sea is polluted.
I have Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane stuck in my head. So true, because I really do need someone to love. I don't know what's wrong with me. Didn't the Spicekitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1075760122692781712004-02-02T22:08:00.000Z2004-02-02T22:17:40.640ZI have an urge to take all my clothes off. Damn it, I'm frustrated. All I can think about is men with long hair. I keep seeing the hot guy at college and it's so hard to resist throwing myself at him and running my hands through his hair, and feeling his moustache scratching my face whilst wrapping my legs around him. I'm off for a lie-down...kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1075641048296844162004-02-01T12:50:00.000Z2004-02-01T13:13:04.450ZOne of my friends has just set off on a three month long trip around the world, first to America, then Africa (I think) then Australia, and many other places in between. I hope she has a wonderful time, but I can't help feeling ever so slightly insanely jealous. We all went out on Friday night as it was her last night, and she was talking about crochet bikinis, and beaches.
The hair situation: kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1075580895274406222004-01-31T20:26:00.000Z2004-01-31T20:30:30.186ZVisiting the hairdresser's was traumatic, to say the least. I was aiming for Cameron Diaz-style tousled gorgeousness - I now look like spike from Dalziel and Pascoe.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1075397002498633302004-01-29T17:11:00.000Z2004-01-29T17:25:34.546ZI don't know an awful lot about politics, but the Hutton Report sounds a bit dodgy to me. Also, I don't think the true question here has been answered. I know the report was commissioned to investigate the circumstances surrounding Dr Kelly's death but why was that 45 minute claim inserted if it was false? There's just something a bit fishy about it all. Lord Hutton hardly seems like the most kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1075325457161785932004-01-28T21:15:00.000Z2004-01-28T21:33:08.000ZI want to be a superheroine. Catwoman would be good, or Tankgirl, but with more hair. Speaking of hair, I'm getting mine cut on Saturday. Think Liz from Atomic Kitten: with layers, without fringe. Anyway, back to being a superheroine. I can't really think of that many. Uma Thurman as Poison Ivy was pretty cool, but she's not, techincally speaking, a superheroine. Can anyone suggest any more? I kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1074978250820761052004-01-24T20:42:00.001Z2004-01-24T21:06:16.483ZAre emo-kids taking over the world? They're everywhere! The college common room is full of them; it's a sea of purple hair, big black framed glasses and scowls. At the age of 13 or so, I guess I was what you'd call a faux-goth. I had the hair, the leather jacket and the one Marilyn Manson album. It never really came off the ground. Now, I'm just me. Still in the baggy trousers, but that's a kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1074977176065728662004-01-24T20:42:00.000Z2004-01-24T20:48:21.140ZDisturbingly, I'm finding myself increasingly attracted to Jack Black. How can this be? I don't understand and I'm not going to try to. He's no Johnny Depp but somehow, there's something rather sexy about him. I seem to veer between liking chubby men and very skinny men, never anything between.kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1074870835830320342004-01-23T15:09:00.000Z2004-01-23T15:15:59.653ZHmmm. I wish I had gone to college now, I'm so bored. On a more positive note, I found £7.50 in my coat pocket. But what to do with it? Right now I'm thinking haircut or putting it towards a CD. I'm not sure if I can stretch this dilemma out to last a whole day, so I guess I'll have to think of something else to do. kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1074855820585128082004-01-23T10:57:00.000Z2004-01-23T11:05:44.310ZPah. I'm not going to college today. Today will be my mid-winter cleaning day. First I'll clean out my head, get rid of all the miserable depressing crap inside of it, then I'll make a start on my room. I guess you could call it a duvet day, only I'm not going to stay in bed. How I'd love a laptop! I could be sat up in bed now, with a cappuccino, happily tapping away, Carrie Bradshaw-style. Hang kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1074633261790294112004-01-20T20:56:00.000Z2004-01-20T21:18:22.216ZI've been think about universities. I'm currently doing my AS levels in English Lit., Media, Psychology and Law. I want to do a degree in maybe English, journalism or something film studies related. I don't have to start choosing where to go for ages yet, but Leeds sounds good. ABB for English, hopefully I can manage that. University College London sounds good too. (AAB) It's the fourth best uni kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236368.post-1074615131304350492004-01-20T16:02:00.000Z2004-01-20T16:14:11.076ZI can't decide whether today has been better or worse than yesterday. I hate complaining like this, after all, there are so many people worse off than me, but the last few days, it's been nothing but grey skies and rain in my world.
Good things about today: I did some english coursework, and bought banana shampoo from The Body Shop.
Bad things about today: I got home at two to find my mother kitten bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845638790744043460noreply@blogger.com