I went to Wales on Friday.
It was grey.
Wales was grey on Friday.
On Saturday it brightened a little.
i felt so good I learned to whittle.
I didn't really I went to a party.
Vodka was drunk at the party.
Its sunday now, its very hot.
I came home, the car was hot.
I was so hot, I had a shower.
Today it is hot.

That was my poem, inspired by 'The Cat in the Rain' a short story about some bloke that no one's heard of but apparently has meant to have heard of him. Said short story is the worst written story I have ever read and I have been given the priviledge to write some paragraphs on what I think its really about because englidh lang/lit people simply can't accept the this story is about a cat in the rain.

My hair is still sort of pink at the top.
Thomas is still being shifty and strange and keeps saying he'll see me tomorrow. Tomorrow arrives and once again he buggers off down the rec.
Marvless.
I think he's regretting asking me out.
I can actually see his point.
But until i talk to him.... he's stuck with me I'm afraid.
Then again we've only been going out five days or something like that so I sahould really give it a chance. Plus I don't think he's had a girlfriend before so...
hmm.

so I went to school today.
iwerent too bad, had media studies and english, got two small homeworks.
didn't see tommy....
hmm....

grrrrrrrrrr

so I'm going out with Tommy and suddenly he and nic are acting weird.
I don't like it.
I don't like it at all.

Infact its annoying me rather alot.
Bitches.

um.. update:
im now going out with tommy.

don't ask me why i don't know.
I like him quite alot and there was no reason to say no so i went for it!
wooop

pinch punch and all that.

i hate the little girls down my road.
i got woken up at 9.15 this morning with some fat mouthed tweenager shouting "GIMME FIIIIIVE."
I'll give em five.
five kicks in the head if they bloody do that again.
bitches.

so yeh im going shopping with hugh today, he said he wants some storage things for his bedroom so i reckon he's only asked me to go so i can carry the bags. I certainly doubt its for my feminie interior design skills....
although....

ha. no.

by the way, tommy fancies me. he told me yesterday.

Ok I went to Bristol with Tommy and co but we didnt go skating.
This is Kyles fault.
I can't be angry with him though cuz the poor guy spent something like three hours on a train.
We went to pizza hut type place instead, and got served by a guy who was a cross between proffessor snape and frank'n'furter from rocky horror show.

it was fun.
I'm going to cheltenham with hugh tomorrow but im knackered, but ive already let him down once so i have to go really.
though it wouldn't be too big a shame if he forgot to call me.
now ive said that he'll call me in five minutes.
unless he calls when tommy calls me. tommyds bored, so i am the leisure activity.
when you're bored, ring bob.
my number is : 07844478684629548673928473839999273

not really.
did you seriously think i was oging to broadcast my number infront of you lot?
you must be mad.

I'm laughing.
You know why?
Nic just told the amest joke ever, and I found it funny.
I find this funny.
Joke:
i realised i was dislecsic when i went to a toga party dressed as a goat.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I'm lame.

Hugh rang earlier to see if I wanted to go to Cheltenham with him tomorrow. And got annyoed when i said I cant cuz Im going skating with tommy and co.
He tried to get me to ditch them!
I told him to bugger off and re-schedule the cheltenham trip.
wow everyone loves me.

its because my hair is a funny colour I reckon.

Well I just did a mock driving theory test.

Two infact.
Both out of 35.
In the first one I got 20 and the second i got 23.
You had to get 30 to pass.
My excuse is that i havent yet read my highway code book so thats why I failed. One day i shall read the book and pass with flying colours.
I start learning to drive next month, cuz I'll be 17 in 23 days!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOo

yes.

Belgian Grand Prix was fantastic!
If you missed, pleas eplease please watch the repeats.

Schuey woowey did not win. I shall say no more than the british national anthem got played afterwards.....

mysterious eh?!

The funniest hting happened this afternoon.
I few diary entries ago I said somehting about those fecking call centres....
Well one called and I carried out Plan E, sort of.

I am Mrs Jones, I already have seven life insurance companies, yes I am married, yes I do have children, five little sweethearts to be exact. Do I have to disclose my age? Ok I'm 44. No I'm afriad i don't know my post code.
Yes I do smoke, yes i drink rather more than the average person, yes I am extremely health conscious, i go running twice a week.
Another Life Insurance Policy? That sounds fantastic. No I'm afraid i don't have a bank account. When will I be receiving more details on this not-to-miss offer?
7 working days? That sounds grand.
Yes My name is Lianne Springer. Lianne spelled Leeeethaunne. Yes the TH is silent, my mother is not british.
How will i be paying?

Oops I hung up.

The woman RANG BACK! And spoke to my mum who said that Lianne Springer did not live in this house, she has never lived in this house and would these bloody call centres please stop bothering her.

I, Martyn, Nikki, Mum and our next door neighbours who came round for a chat all broke up laughing.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

I got a well done card from my grand dad in wales it reads:

Konngratulachions onn yor rezults! Hi gott han Hay inn splellin!

how funny!!!
I was laughing for about half an hour!
So anyway, i went to Tommy's house yesterday for a BBQ and it was really nice.
I have a usual group that i hang around with and I love them all to pieces but last night was a nice change because I got to see the people that I don't see very often at school because they were in a different population. The only person from my usual friendship group who went was george.
It was weird from the start really because i got handed a lager, i never drink lager! Other weird things included playing table badminton, getting lost on the way to the loo, drinking three more lagers, eating sausages (i don't eat sausages), getting tommy's feet shoved in my face and launching a foam rocket down the garden.
i was really scared of going but I'm glad i did!

I love nosh and mooners more though!

I got my results!!!!!!!!!!!!
Want to see them?

ok:
A* - French!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A- German!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
B- Englishes, IT, Drama, RE, Tech, double science
C - Maths

are you proud? I am.
I wasn't when I first got them, but its sunk in and they are actually quite good grades, so there you go.
*runs aorund*

we go back to school next thursday!!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Been in St ives since last thursday and got back today.
It was fun.
I'll write abot it when I can be bpthered, I'm catching up with forums at the mo.

The most gorgeous guy just came to the front door....
I'm not wearing make up dammit.
Could have been worse, i could have been in my jim jams whic has happened before with the nice guy across the road.
This guy (Ben) was trying to sell us windows. I will persuade Martyn to get windows from him just so he can come again.
he gave me his number! But only cuz he wants me to buy his windows.
I'll buy whatever he wants me to I don't care!
Phwoar.....

Ok, heres the plan.
The next time one of those call centres call again asking for mr or mrs jones I will be prepared.

plan A.
Tell them their stupid because my mum is not married to martyn, she is infact mrs springer so those twats should do their research properly.

Plan B
I AM mrs Jones, Mr Jones has been having an affair with his secretary and has left me with four screaming kids which i had just managed to get to sleep before the phone rang and woke them up. The call centre man is an insensitive bastard.

Plan C
No they aren't here, they're at work doing proper jobs, giving back to the community and all that.

Plan D
I am MR Jones, my hormone therapy is going too well.

Plan E.
Yes this is Mrs Jones and I am very interested in what you have to sell, does it come in Pink? What is the diameter of the cable I need? Whats the address of the factory it will be made in? What nationality are the installers? Whats your name dear?

Plan F.
Copy exactly what the people are saying e.g.
Hello this is James from Manchester
Hello this is James from Manchester
and so on.

come on call centre.

*swoons*
Nic is a really nice guy, you know?

Ting!

Well I got woken up at 6.20 this morning by the sodding recycling lorry with its workers with horrible common accents telliing dirty jokes or whatever it is they do.
I sound like such a snob but I'm well pissed off. I should still be in bed NOW! But i can't sleep.
Bastards.

HAHAHAHAHA I couldn't resist.....


I find it funny anyway....

BALLROOM BLITZ!!!!!!!!

I just read my old diary entries due to lack of interesting things to occupy my mind with. I laughed, like a drain.
I am now eating apot noodle with chopsticks. I blame mooners.
Why is no one online?!?!?!?! No doubt all my friends actually have interesting lives so they're out shopping or trainspotting or playing football in the rain, or something.
Bastards.
Today begins my new policy, I have to try and eat every meal with chopsticks.
That should brighten up my life somewhat.
Its Monday today, theres porbably somehting really important going on that everyones at and they're stood there wondering where th hell i am because i forgot.
WAIT!!!!
Nic's online *dies*
OK I'm off now!

Well today I was going to finish making a website for someone downb the road, and then realised we don't have publisher, and I can't use Frontpage. I don't know why, we just don't agree. So I swore
So instead I wernt to bravenet to get some html codes for the website once I have publisher. And they no longer have marquees. So I swore again.
Then I found something about domain names and got the prices for those.
Then i decided to make my own website but remembered I don't have publisher. So I swore for a third time. Then i realised I wouldn't know what to mke my website about anyway. Recognising my stupidity i swore.
So I typed up the new rocky horror show bit i wrote the toher day, tried to continue it and ran out of imagination. I didn't even have the imagnination to think of a new swearword so i used the one I had already used four times today.

Wow.