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| Dear chatspeakers of the world,
I understand the point of chatspeak is to make it easier for you to type quickly, even though it makes you look like you are yet to recieve an education or that someone hit you over the head with a shovel as a kid.
I understand how 'gr8' is easier to type than 'great' and how 'u' can save time, but really, are you not becoming completely lazy when you start typing 'kool' because that damn C key is so far away from the O and L?
Coming from someone who was hit in the head with a shovel as a kid (that's another story) I think you can actually muster the strength to hit those extra keys. Come on. You can do it! Reach for that C key! Hit that Y and O! Make 'You' a full word again! Trust me, after a bit of practice you'll be spelling like a real person!
Yours,
The People who can be arsed to spell 'are'. | | |
| I was going to make a huge post about my last week, Homebake and all, but i'm not really in the mood. I've been crying for a long time now, since 7, when she left.
Today, my best friend moved away. She's going to go work in Griffth then go overseas. Everyone keeps saying 'You'll see her again', which is true, yes. But they don't understand. They don't realise how a week without seeing her feels so wrong. That I want to go back to school just to be able to see her everyday.
This is the girl who makes me laugh when all I want to do is cry. She taught me to love myself and laugh at myself. She's such a major part of my life, and today she walked out of my front door with the knowlegde I won't see her again for a long time. She caused me to be strong. When she was down and needing help i'd push my issues aside to be there for her, because I always wanted to be part of her life. I was always there for her, to make sure my girl didn't fall, and if she did i'd be there to pick her up and help her laugh it off.
I'm going to miss that girl. She changed me and my life.
Thanks to her, i'll never be the same. | | |
| I get so damn protective of you. When you talk of all these female friends you have I feel the jealousy building up. I know they are no issue, but it's like..someone else is getting some of Matt that I want and need.
I don't know. You kow I get like this over people. It's my greedy, bratty side. The side which wants to grab the best of everyone and keep them all to herself.
Maybe i'm scared you'll see something better in them and you'll finally see me for what i really am. | | |
| I dreamt about my dad last night.
I dreamt he was still alive, living back in England. My family had known but had never told me.
My 18th birthday came and went, and he didn't contact me, though he knew I knew about him.
I rang him up and abused him. I yelled at him. I cried and asked him why he hadn't been here for me throughout my life, and even on my 18th he couldn't be here...I told him, that after all these years of thinking he was dead, even though he was alive, he was still dead to me.
Is this my head telling me that maybe I am a bit angry at him? For not having the strength to pull out of it? For not fighting the lure of the alcohol so he could be here for his kids? For not struggling through so his little daughter wouldn't have to grow up with only faint memories of him?
Or was it just a random dream? | | |
| Stuff stuff stuff...
So I have to write some stuff down. things I don't want to remember and things I want to share.
I had my birthday dinner last night with all the family. This involved speeches from them all, remembering little Christina and being all sweet and stuff. Neil said that i'm his only sister, and the only sister he could want. Andrew said I'm the best birthday present he ever got.
...I cried. I really tried not to, but I did. Arg. Girlness.
So after dinner we went out to Romano's...parents as well...which made it ...weird until they left. Neil and Andrew bought my drinks all night.
2 Peppermint Crisps
2 Midori and Lemonades
2 Kalua and milks
1 Fruit Tingle
1 Pinapple juice and Malabu
And something else I cannot remember...Bah.
Andrew started talking to these cowboys who decided he looked too 'gay' so they dressed him up in their hat and sunnies, and pulled his coller up, It was great. I got a wonderful photo of it!
Anyways, we befriended a friend of Imogen's. Who was incredibly drunk and guessed that I am 16...bah. BAH AGAIN! She was cool though. All talky and stuff. Short though, she was tiny, and yet she was still seriously invading my personla space when she was talking to me. I was leaning against the bar, my back slowly curling backwards trying to get a bit away from her.
Andrew and I went to get a drink from the bar, and I had my back to the room. Some guy lifted the back of my top up, so I swung around, glared then turned around again...then he grabbed my arse. Creepy bastard. I gave him a death stare and told him to 'fuck off'...as I wasn't feeling particularly acid tongued or mentally awake to say anything else.
We wandered back to the others, where we were introduced to someone else Imogen knew...this chick then proceeded to grab my chest and comment on me having 'good tits'...ahh..yeah..ok...riight. My brothers just laughed a lot...doesn't help that they told my parents, who had a lot of fun teasing me today about it. Bastards.
Milde's was last Thursday. cocktail party. I was mighty drunk after that one. 5 Smirnoff's and 7 shots, as well as champers and 2 fruit tingles...Muahahaha...Hangover the next day.
We (Milde, Kaz and I) went out on Friday to see what the social scene in Wagga is like..Conclusion: Shiiiit. It's so damn country and crap. We're gonna try the Capital in a few weeks, but until then...meh.
I've had a shift at work for 3 days in a row now :) and I have another on Tuesday and Thursday. I should start studying as well.
Ok, i'm out...stuff to do..pictures will be posted laters...
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