To be continued

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I love my winter coat, lots of wool and black and buttons. I wish it were winter so i could wear it, all wrapped up. I'll probably hate it by the time November comes and want some leather type thing.

Jacky wrote at 7:48 PM

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

THIS is just for the build-up, the dramatic. The "we hold on. So tight."

Jacky wrote at 6:37 PM

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Dear lord, there's a programme on tv where people are trying to teach dogs to dance.

Did i ever mention my mum has sponsored a guide (puppy)dog called Farrell? He's a guide dawwwwg.

Jacky wrote at 5:42 PM

Saturday, July 22, 2006

It's like some crazy British attempt at a hurricane outside, clouds and wind and the raindrops

the raindrops
the raindrops
the raindrops
the raindrops
the raindrops
the raindrops
the raindrops
the raindrops

Jacky wrote at 2:03 PM

Saturday, July 15, 2006

There's a great deal of talk of journals and journals and journals and i've realised this one has very much become a place for all the little things. Things like getting my hair cut, buying a coat and some eyeliner that cost 94p in the sale, and sport relief and my opinions on certain characters in soaps and on reality tv shows. Things like my dad getting this new, super digital camera that's probably smaller than my mobile phone. Things like how it's one rule for some people and another rule for me.

Jacky wrote at 3:47 PM

Hi fans, how are you? Enjoying the sunny weather i hope.
I'm getting to the stage where i quite desperately need a new diary but i am poor. So, someone buy me one? An academic one for August 2006 - August 2007 or there abouts. Preferably week to view, A5 kind of size and with a nice plain cover, maybe black or grey, nothing garish and no irritating cartoons or quotes.
Thanks, you're all just great.
Love jacky xxxxx

Jacky wrote at 1:45 PM

Thursday, July 13, 2006

"'Thank you,' said Winnit. 'What is it?'
'It's my heart.'
'But it's made of stone.'
'I know,' the raven replied sadly."

Jacky wrote at 6:09 PM

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I don't understand why Hollyoaks doesn't win more awards.

Jacky wrote at 6:08 PM

Thursday, July 06, 2006

For the first time in a long time i ironed out my hair properly with ye olde straightners and succeeded in burning part of the bleached bit. Something smells like burning, my sister asks what the smell is, i notice part of my hair has turned a strange colour and so she cuts it off. My hair still smells a little bit like burning or something that has been burnt or straw or something. I've decided to get it cut. Professionally, not me trimming it and snipping away with nail scissors. I was thinking about a bob.

The fact i just wrote a whole and fairly substantial paragraph about burning my hair could tell you something about what has been happening in my life since the weekend. I've got two potential summer job offers pending the results of interviews and the filling in of forms, but all this has done has made me realise that i don't want a job because i don't want those pieces of string tied to my wrists and my ankles holding me to this house and this town. How am i going to continue to go to the big smoke regularly and visit other people if i'm working full time? Yet i need money to pay for these adventures.

It's my birthday pretty soon, 24 days until i leave teenage years forever and ever amen.

Jacky wrote at 2:07 PM

Bye___________________________