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I started my day at 10:30am instead of 9:30 which is when home schooling starts. Im worried Im becoming so lazy that one day I'll be too lazy to even wear clothes, or eat. Speaking of not eating, I wish I could lose weight dammit. I cant stop myself from eating at least 2 packets of crisps a day as well as chocolate and ice cream. I swear, I have put on a stone and that to me is FAT. I wanna be 6 and a half stone, it's my goal weight. Someone should donate a treadmill for me to run on all day long, because Im desperately in need of some fat-busting. This afternoon I slammed the fridge door on my thumb, I was yelling and swearing quite loudly and my sister was just watching me while laughing, obviously enjoying the show. It's all better now, though. But I've just noticed I got a small wound on my wrist from last night when I peeled a bit of dry skin off it. It's all sore and red now, stupid thing. Theres no one in the living room right now apart from me, I think mum's upstairs painting or something. Outtake TV is on, with that woman off of 'The Weakest Link' oh yes I think her name is Anne Robinson or something. She looks like a little wrinkled chipmunk. I reeally need to go to town soon and look for the perfect halloween outfit, I want to dress as a vampire naughty nurse but I bet all the nurse outfits in the Mad Hatter fancy dress shop are for adults or something. I'll force my mum to pretend she buying for herself if they are for adults. Im almost an adult anyway, in about 5 years time which is when I'll be 20. Ugh I hope I never turn 20 and be old, the minute I turn 16 I want to stay that age forever please. :

Wheee.

Nothing really exciting happened these past few days, but TOMORROW Im going to London for some harcore shopping because I havent been to London in like.. a month. Which is very shocking. I found it hard to decide which part of London I wanted to go to this time, but I think I'll end up in Portobello Market and then Camden Market for most of the day. I can't wait, hehe. So tonight I'm going to re-dye my hair a brighter red as it's already starting to fade after about a week and a half. Why does red never stay in my hair for very long? Because my hair is evil, that's why. >;c

Bahah on Twitter I posted some nonsense in which no one will bother to look at, then replied to a few comments on Glitter-Graphics and now I've ended up messing around on Roiworld. I love the fashion drawing games they have, but Im a complete retard when it comes to attempting to draw with a computer mouse. My drawings just look all wobbly and childish. Hmph. I seem to be writing shorter and shorter posts these days. Maybe Im running out of things to say, or my life is just incredibly DULLLL. Yeah that'll do for now, will probably write about my fantasmal day in London tomorrow and all the shit I bought randomly.

Camera crazy!

Newww shaved patch on my head, so pretty.
BlahBlahh, after dropping my Samsung camera and bending the lens in the process, I changed it for a new one for free but it was a Kodak and that brand of camera somehow doesn't cooperate with my computer. So mummy went back to the store yesterday after me telling her to get it replaced with a black Samsung, and she got the same sexy one I had before! I was so happy I could finally see the new pictures I had taken of my shaved patch on the side of my head. I got a good idea what I could do to make the patch look even cuter. I told mum a minute ago when she served me my dinner of curly fries that I was thinking of finding some of those transfer tattoos that little kids enjoy, the ones you stick it on your arm then wet it then peel it off. Im thinking of finding some cool-looking transfers and putting one on the patch to look like I have a tattooed head! A few people on Glitter-Graphics actually thought the stupid little black liquid-eyeliner cross was a TATTOO I had one my patch, which is a bit retarded because Im too young to get tattooed and also I dont think I would be able to endure the pain of getting one! Last night when me and Julie were sitting on my bed with tubby Tiger, the sleepy cat, we watched Miami Ink like we usually do at 1am-2am ish and I saw a box of tropical coloured Sharpies and told Julie we should mess around and give ourselves 'tattoos' with the ink from the Sharpies. I ended up getting some weird ink drawings all over my stomach, 2 pineapples, 2 stars, 2 hearts, a face & a balloon are to name a few. I managed to draw a fake watch on Julie's wrist and she wanted to draw one on my wrist too, but she fucked it up and it just looks pathetic and wobbly. I cant be bothered to wash off all the Sharpie ink but I might do so later when I re-dye my hair red. It fades so easily and it sucks! I have no idea what my mum is watching on TV. Probably either 60 minute makeover or a stupid animal program with psychotic old people nattering away to their thousands of dogs/cats/cockatoos. Ugh, I hate that 'The Dog Whisperer' TV show, where a gray-haired mexican guy trains people's dogs into calm quiet, obedient dogs in a matter of days. So boring, stupid, pointless. Oh and also when it was around 1am last night before we watched Miami Ink, we watched this weird thing called 'House Of Agoraphobics' which is basically a camera crew with 1 or 2 'doctors' following people who are scared of being out in public, walking around outside. In public. They put on a bit of a worried look, but it looks so fake. A muslim woman apparently cant stand being on her own for more than 5 minutes and walks out of her house outside IN THE PUBLIC VIEW which she is supposed to be SCARED of, just to be around people. It made me and Julie very annoyed cause fake TV is shit TV. Oh my fucking tits, my mum IS watching The Dog Whisperer! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. No. Im going to hide in the kitchen until there's something worth watching.

Orange juice and banana milk.

Woke up at around 4-ish this evening, with Tiger still happily snoozing on my bed since 3am when me and Julie decided to go to bed. We watched Miami Ink, LA Ink & London Ink for a few hours then half of a Skins DVD, and I did try and persuade the silly curly haired bitch to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas with me. I havent watched it in aages because no one likes it in my house but me. Also no one likes watching my Mighty Boosh DVDs with me either, apparently it isnt that funny. So today has been all lovely and lazy. I replied to a few comments on Glitter-Graphics, seen a few blogs on here and now Im so bored I actually logged on to Twitter and posted something like "Just went to the shop with Julie in pink leopard skinnies. I must have looked so trashy." God that site is just like a fucking blog, but only stupid and everyone just tries to sound all witty/popular/intelligent. I just sound like a bored person who doesnt actually feel like telling anyone my business but does it anyway. Ooh at 8pm tonight the X Factor is on TV! Im addicted to that show, it's really entertaining. Especially when there's really wacky kids who sing like crap and get all upset when the judges tell them they sound like a strangled cat. Dad is in the hallway making as much noise as possible while painting the walls the pale gray paint we got a couple weeks ago. It looks really different than what the short young guy who mixed it for as at the store said it would look. The lying little bugger. Dad said this morning when he was rummaging around in his shed he found a big tin of unused yellow paint which we could use to paint my room soon, cause the pink walls I have at the moment really looks bad with the gothy posters I have of rock singers in coffins and Marilyn Manson is on my wall somewhere too of course. Girly pink clashes so bad with posters of people with pale skin and black hair/clothes/makeup. OH JOY Sonny With A Chance is on TV right now, I love that show. Theres only an hour until the X Factor is on so Im just going to flick through my Hair magazine Julie got me when we were at Tesco about 20 minutes ago. We got banana milkshake, Ribena, Sprite, Orange juice, and sandwiches also. She paid for some of it with her OWN money while I put the other half into my big squashy purple handbag, and she actually put in a £20 note for some stuff that cost £4.12. She said it was all she had, bahah. I always never have any change, just a few notes which Im trying to save for something really special.