Sunday, July 31, 2005

Another year older and i'm through with the terrors of being 18.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Thumbs up.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Sarcasm crushes people's spirits and Steph and i watched slugs eating bread on a wall.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

I have a room in which to live in September. I wonder how it will compare to last year. I like to think the people will be better, but probably not the location. I also like to think i will feel like i have more space and more freedom in that one room than i currently have in the whole of this town. This annoying, claustrophic town where i know so many people and hate just about all of them. I think this weekend first began to go downhill when i left my bag on the train. So yeah, i'm sorry it was rubbish.

Also, my 11 year old cousin can add up quicker than i can.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

"You're so nasty."
"I know, but it makes me feel better to pick fault at other people while i struggle with my own insecurities." Joanne kissed the blonde guy from White Rose Movement. She said "we saw you in Northampton ages ago" and it all went from there. It's great because he is the best one, along with the singer and the girl.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

It always seems strange, these days, going out and the air still being light and bright. You could imagine people still doing their shopping. Gemma said she didn't like it, she said she didn't like walking past the bus stop and people waiting to get home staring at us.
I said "we don't have the cloak of darkness to cover us."

Gemma laughed. Rachel said "that was a bit poetic. Like Shakespear." .regret
.annoyance
.jealousy
.frustration
.regret
.regret again
.some kind of stupid, painful obsession

And also Crystal, Storm and Paris, Jamiroqui and Marshall (because it's like being named after Eminem, but much more witty.)

Friday, July 15, 2005

I have a nasty bruise on the inside of my left calf, just below my knee. There was a fight last week, a girly fight with some bitching and then a well aimed punch before the victim fell to the floor, right on top of me. I scrambled away as i was horrified that cigarettes were going to burn my skirt, and as i was helped up by a tall boy with dark hair i noticed the large red scrape on my leg and the dots of blood. I think i was also attacked, by the heel of someone's shoe. Now it is just a large and still pretty sore bruise which was red, then purple and is now a sickly yellow kind of colour. Tights tomorrow then. The worst part is my friend R was one of the attackers. She said to me "Did you see me? I was kicking her! Ha!" Hmm... yes... great, look at my fucking leg.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

What amsued me about London winning the Olympic bid? The Channel 4 news, when they showed video clips of three different places receiving the news-

The official announcement place: ecstatic cheers!
London itself: ecstatic cheers!
Some place in France: a huge, mass sigh of disappoinment!

Rachel hates France, purely because of a bad school trip she went on in year 7. I have nothing against it myself, i enjoy going there and because i can actually speak some French (which i am forgetting more of everyday) that makes me feel like i quite like it in a 'i can understand snippets of your conversation' kind of way. When we used to go on holiday to foreign countries my sister, Stephanie and i used to stand outside shops and restraunts and talk in a made up language so we would seem cool and foreign. Really we should have spoken English of course, but it's ok, i was only about 8 at the time.

P.S. I don't give a fuck about the Olympics, and spell the word 'olympic' wrong every time i type it. My idea of a well-ironed piece of clothing, and my mother's idea of a well-ironed piece of clothing are two very different things.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

So here i am, wishing my hair would grow a bit faster. I woke up this morning with a sense of unease and i'm not sure why. I stood in the shower for a long time trying to work out why and i still don't know. I feel like i have forgotten something, or there is something important that i should be thinking about. But i am not. Instead i am thinking about necklaces and planning this weekend and also wishing i had bought 10 Cadbury's Creme Eggs for £1 from the burger van in Kettering. They are probably out of date.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Water is running down my neck, the blisters have burst.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Last night we went to my Auntie's house as it was her 50th bithday. As the evening wore on and our numbers dwindled my Dad (who does not normally grace us with his presence at such family occasions as these) says "Jacky, remember that time you came home one night and fell asleep on the bathroom floor?"

No actually, i don't remember that night, funnily enough.

Friday, July 01, 2005

I hate people. I curse them for crossing the threshold of the shop and i curse them when they want a black Parker pen refill when we only have blue ones left.

Bye___________________________