Ok Camping.
How I am going to manage a week in a tent I don't know.
I rebelled and got changed in the house. Twice. HaHaHa. My defence is that there will be a toilet block on site with showers and stuff so I'll get changed in those anyway. So yeh, we had coffee/tea/hot orange squash and then went to the tent. We were talking for ages then we drifted off to sleep. I woke up and it was raining and windy and bad. it was also quite bright outside although it was only five in the morning. I went to the loo. Came back and tried to get back to sleep except the cat decided to visit us. The cat was soaking wet.
grrr...
I cna't be bothered to write anymore, check out [Djinn]'s diary for more.

Ok.
I've brought the dry washing in, I've put the wet washing on the line and acquired numerous rope burns. I've emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher and tidied my room. Again.
Aren't i good?
Like Ifrit I will be describing our camping experience but first I want to write about last night's dream because i don't want to forget it and it was well scary.

I live in Dursley. I go to Rednock. I will be going into the sixth form in September. - This is real life.
Ok, now the not real life bit:
Rednock sixth form went on a holiday to France of all places and we were staying in.. wait for it... TENTS. Except something strange was happening..
Every night someone DIED.
There was this smokey spirity thing thart I never actually saw but I knew existed going round, possessing people's bodies and making them die, making it look like either suicide or an accident when it was actually murder.
What's even weirder was that everytime someone died everyone saw it on a sort of temporary TV screen that popped up in the air wherever someone was. We didn't see the person actually die, but was the spirit that was possessing the body could see. So if someone fell over we'd see the ceiling move really quickly then a side view of the floor and a grieving friend - which is how we could guess who had died.
After a few deaths everyone guessed that these weren't accidental and then we got a message from said spirit saying the he was killing those 'who no longer deserved to live.' We figured out that the people who had died, cried the night before their death so the spirit was killing people who cried. Therefore we all had to stop crying.
Then we returned to Dursley.
And the spirit was still killing people. And it was difficult not to cry because the spirit was killing our loved ones. Then, I was talking to my mum about it and she said that she had cried a few nights ago and hadn't died. Which confused me.
So, myself [Djinn] and [nori] decided to go undercover. Ifrit and I were walking to Nori's house via Boulton Lane for some reason and I explained what my mum said. We never got to Nori's house because a TV screen popped up and showed my little brother being killed. At school. So we ran to school where my sisters were already there and I joined them and we were wondering why he didn't deserve to live.
Much mourning later, I went 'home' which wasn't my home but an attic room I shared with ifrit and her sister nats. The room was filed with bookshelves. Then a girl cam ealong (who I don't know in real life, but knew in the dream) and asked how things in Dursley were, because she lived away. I explained everything and she was horrified and then we were all afriad to go sleep in case we died.
Then I woke up (in real life) wondered where the hell I was, where frit, nats and the other girl were and then i needed the loo so I ran. Jumped when I flushed the toilet, ran back and jumped into my bed so nothing could grab my ankle. Then somehow I drifted off to sleep again.
Nightmare continues (I hate when that happens)...
Myself and some people I don't know were in a mini bus going to school when a TV popped up showing a friend of one of the people on the bus who went on the france trip dying. She burst into tears and ran home, closely followed by me and some others who tried to comfort her.
When she felt better we got back onto the bus and instead of going to rednock we went to my primary school. We got out of the bus and another bloody Tv popped up and showed my friend Hugh dying (omg freaky, as soon as i typed his name he came on MSN) and in thr playground was a big tent which we rushed to and found his best mate rich there, utterly distraught, and I hugged him.
The next thing I knew I was walking out of the tent closely followed by everyone else. I walked onto the field. Climbed the rugby post and jumped. Then I could see the grass coming closer and lcoser and closer until I saw a side view fo the ground and loads of people staring at me.
Then I woke up.

Isn't that horrible? I died in my own dream!
So I'm still quite jumpy today because I keep thinking someones coming to kill me. The bathroom door keeps banging in the wind and everytime it does I nearly wet myself.

I'll describe the cmaping in a different entry cuz this one is a bit long.

well.
Andy is trying out for the rugby team tomorrow.
I never knew he played rugby.
I then found out he doesn't play rugby.
So, he's going to have fun.
HaHaHaHaHaHaHa
If he thinks I'm nursing him he's got another thing coming!
Well, I might just a bit.
However, if he's going to play with the big boys he can deal with the consequences.
And I'll have to laugh.

I'M GOING TO SEE BRYAN ADDAMS LIVE IN CARDIFF IN NOVEMBER!!!

Today, begins my diet!
When i say diet, i don't mean starving myself into a state of anorexia cuz that just isn't pretty, what I mean is eating less (because I eat like some of the horses found in nori's ranch which isn't good) and eating healthier.
So, I skipped breakfast today because I got up at lunchtime, and the rest I will say en francais
Pour le petit dejeuner/dejeuner j'ai manger du toast aven marmalade et je bois un verre de jus d'orange. Je suis assez faim mais je ne mangerais pas.
Uh, crikey my french has gone downhill.

I was in a good mood, but someone spolied it.
Because they are jealous, controlling and anti social.
I always thought that I could do what I want with MY life. Evidently not. I've tried my hardest to please everyone but it is impossible. So I failed.
So I went after something I wanted. And got it. But then what happens?
Said jealous, controlling and anti social person decided to make me feel guilty about it by writing a poem making me sound like I hurt him on purpose.
I don't think thats really very fair.
Neither did Lily.
Neither did Nosh.
Neither did Moony.
So his actions weren't very impressive were they?
Good luck next time.

I am in the BEST mood.
Know why?
I do.
I feel like I swallowed a coat hanger for christ's skae and its not even funny!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

LOOK.AT.MY.HOUSE!!!!!!

yeh i changed my name back to The Pink Mage becuase I didn't really like my other name, It made me sound evil, which I'm not.
Plus I'm so used to being the Pink Mage!
So back it is.

[spunge] were great! alex's band and yxp who supported were crap but in blue jeans were brillaint. Just as well because one of my mates is in that band!
we did the conga around listers hall which was quite fun, though i nearly fell over a few times becuase the person in front was going really fast.
i fell a bit groggy s'morning though....
grog...grog...grog...grog

oh, my writin g is on here. its called Bing Bong.
and its not about white fluffy aliens.
man i hate that programme.

Nothing to do so I'm writing in here. Even the cats have deserted me.
Gave up typing in french, because I have enough trouble writin gin english and i need to be in a french mood to type french.
Uh, so yeh I'm looking for harry potter action figures on ebay at the moment which is a bucket of laughs. The problem is most of them only deliver to the states and I'm from britain.
secondly i am very bored. everyday i sit at the computer, go on elftown, go on mugglebet, go on sirius black forums and check my emails. then i chat to moony, usually about harry potter, my sister comes home kicks me off so she can do homework and i read harry potter in my bedroom. isn't that exciting.
Actually I could put my creativity to the test and write stuff couldn't I?
I think i put my favourite piece of writing on here. If not I'll post it in a minute and you can laugh at my crappy writing skills.
I'm hungry but I'm not going to get any lunch. I'm educating my stomach. my stomach is such a spoilt brat, I feed it too much so I'm going to ignore it and drink lots instead. Ha.
Also found out from JKR's webby that Mark Evans is nothing to do with the plot of Harry Potter 6 or 7.
Now millions of people worldwide are kicking themselves, cursing Joanna for misleading them and deleting their theories they posted on the net.
I need to moisturise my hands.
Oh and spunge gig tonight. yippee. I don't honestly feel like going but i spent a tenner on the ticket so i'd better go now.
im bored.
and my hair smells of henna shampoo that i used this morning even though its form dark-haired people and i don't have dark hair. my hair will explode shortly to rebel. then my mum will be sorry.
ok im going to go and cut paper in to very small pieces and hide them, to annoy the cleaner who is coming tomorrow.
I Love My Life.

i have a headache.

its a bit sad really, i miss being the pink mage.
but, i;ve quit the colour mage council so I am no longer her mageyness of pink. Changes have been made and they can't be undone easily.
poo.

Apart from getting a wiki award. today sucked the bum.
I had to get up this morning and go to bristol, stand in a field in the freezing cold and watch people run.
Woop.
So i came home and went to bed again.
Now I'm awake.

I have decided I have no personality.
Elly said the other day that she and dale were talking about first impressions of people and dale didn't have one of me and still doesn't.
The only people you can't have an opinion of are people with no personalities. i.e. Me. It makes sense actually.
Some people i am friends with, not close friends with, I think their only friends with me because I;ve done nothing to make them not be friends with me. Although i've done nothing to make them be friends with me. Therefore i have no personality, nothing that makes me myself. Isn't that depressing.
The problem is, i've always been myself. I don't think theres any point in trying to be a different person because then people won't like you for who you are. I am nobody. I may as well be faceless.
This is why I don't get invited anywhere and also why I don't pass auditions. I have nothing to put into a character. wow. theres a revelation.
Hi my name is Lianne Springer, I am 16 years old and I was born without a personality.
I should make a club. exept, i'd probably be the only one in it.
oh well.

evil pinkies are on the wiki awards list!

Spoon and Nosh, this isn't your fault.

But, why do I never get invited anywhere? People have parties, invite my two best friends and not me. Ok I am sounding selfish but its bloody annoying.
Fuck them, fuck the lot of them.
Man I'm pissed off now.

On the other hand I went shopping today and bought some clothes. Or should I say:
Aujord'hui j'ai faire du shopping avec ma mere. J'ai achete beaucoup des t-shirts, un pantalon et une chemise.
c'etait fatigant.

woo bloody hoo.

yeh I changed my name, because uranamo jailed my mate frazzle and i got annoyed so quit the colour mage council, therefore my title 'the pink mage' is no more and I have to revert to a different name.
Nagini is of course lord voldermort's snake,
marietta means little bitter.
I am bitter that uranamo jailed frazzle, and uh... snakes are cool. ta da.

j'aime les serpents parce que ils sont mignon.
uranamo est un imbecile.

ok, small update not en francais

Harry Potter 6 has been named 'Harry potter and the Half Blood prince'
The half blood prince isn't Harry or Voldemort.
I've spent the last hour and a half trying to get past the bricks on JK Rowlings website and i still haven't done it. How annoying.

uh... my french teacher for next year has told us to keep a french diary over the holidays. so here it is. from now on i will write at least one paragraph en francais

d'accord.
aujord'hui je suis allè au college et j'ai etudier l'anglais et le francais. Le francais etait fantastique! Nous avons manger du pain au chocolat et nous avon boire de l'eau minerale. L'anglais etait tres nul, je n'aime pas ca parce que c'etait ennuyeux. L'annee prochaine je ne vais pas etudier l'anglais. Je prefere l'allemand.

Ok thats enough, baby steps....
By the end of the holiday I could write a whole essay!

Ok, I'll take back EVERYTHING I said about the curry bash because it was actually quite good. Ok John got a bit annoying and pompous at times but the two new people were very nice. i got on really well with becky but neil was a little quiet. I drank quite a bit and mixed alot but I wasn't ill so I have yet again narrowly escaped alcohol poisoning.

The dinner dance was absolutely fantastic! The music was a bit crap, but everyone looked absolutely beautiful! I'll try and stick some pictures up in a minute once I've put them on photobucket. Could take a while though. And they did take a TV to watch the football in the end :( however we LOST so its ok. Ha hahahahaha england suck!!!)

I'm still really tired because I still haven't had any sleep, well I have, but not good quality sleep, its the sort of sleep that people get off the back of lorries, comapred to sleep you by in silk bags from harrods.
i.e. crap.

Um.. sixth form induction today, had sample lessons in media studies and drama which are pretty cool. Tomorrow I've got english lang/lit and french, which probably won't be so fun. Never mind. I've been given media studies homeowrk already! Sounds terrible I know, I have to watch films!!!! How will i cope?!


Ok, I'll see if this picture works, this is me in my prom dress: