Spreading Like a Disease.........
Today is Tuesday, and I was sick 5 times last night, that is sooo annoying. Lovely information for you all. Well anyway, I'm ill. I didn't go to college today cause I felt like shit but my mother still managed to shout and scream at me regardless. Stupid biatch. And to top it off, my glands are swollen and I feel like a pumpkin got stuck in my throat. And you can tell I'm not in the best of moods :P oh well. Today I woke up at 7:30, regular time for a college day, realised I feel awful, recieved a bollocking off my mother and went to sleep till 12:30pm. I felt knackered when I woke up.
Anyway, my day has been spent lying in bed or going downstairs, depends where my mother is in the house, I tried desperately to avoid her. About quarter past 2 I went on the computer because my mother finishes work at 1. I put on the Sims 2 and biatch mother comes in and immediately starts shouting and screaming and saying 'the computers been on since 9 and now you're wasting electricity, are you stupid'. Damn, I only just thought of a good come-back, bit late now. I was gonna tell her when she was working from 9 till 5 she was using the electricity anyway. Well, moving on, I got my own way cause I just muttered 'yes mother you biatch' at her everytime and she stormed off telling me she hated me. Oh well, the feelings mutual dear. At 4 I just watched TV then just watched The Simpsons and Hollyoaks. Then came on the net. That was my ultra boring day.
But, ah-ha, that's where you thought the essay ended, I think not readers my online conversations (how sad am I) became increasingly interesting. I basically rejected Martin then he started up on how I was a complete bitch and the school bike and Rossendale Slag. Well, I don't go to his damn school and I've only been out with Nick from his sixth form so he can go screw himself there. Anyway, he was being horrible and Miss. Sara & Kate (I love you both dearly) defended me and basically told him he was a pathetic loser ^_^ yay for my darling friends.
Well anyway, I came off the net so Kate could ring me and tell me how funny, witty etc. this friend of hers from BRGS called Nick Slawicz was. She only likes him as a friend though! And then I phoned my dear friend, Oliver Fletcher aka Fletch aka Scott aka Ash. Whatever tickles your fancy. We had a lovely talk about how his girlfriend Abi's mom is a Rock DJ for Jilly's in Manchester and he has free tickets to take friends. We were talking about this meal he's taking me on for being a "good friend" and how we should meet up on our own cause we haven't seen each other for a bit. He decided to bring both Abi and Joe (Twatman) from college on Thursday. I didn't think he quite got the point.
Anyway, Martin apologised and apparently we're mates, pff pfft and fucking PFFT! lol. I'm angry, grrrrrr. I'm talking to Jason (my ickle windmill) at the moment and we're gonna play pool. So, until my next ultra boring long essay. Au revoir, Sara xXx
Anyway, my day has been spent lying in bed or going downstairs, depends where my mother is in the house, I tried desperately to avoid her. About quarter past 2 I went on the computer because my mother finishes work at 1. I put on the Sims 2 and biatch mother comes in and immediately starts shouting and screaming and saying 'the computers been on since 9 and now you're wasting electricity, are you stupid'. Damn, I only just thought of a good come-back, bit late now. I was gonna tell her when she was working from 9 till 5 she was using the electricity anyway. Well, moving on, I got my own way cause I just muttered 'yes mother you biatch' at her everytime and she stormed off telling me she hated me. Oh well, the feelings mutual dear. At 4 I just watched TV then just watched The Simpsons and Hollyoaks. Then came on the net. That was my ultra boring day.
But, ah-ha, that's where you thought the essay ended, I think not readers my online conversations (how sad am I) became increasingly interesting. I basically rejected Martin then he started up on how I was a complete bitch and the school bike and Rossendale Slag. Well, I don't go to his damn school and I've only been out with Nick from his sixth form so he can go screw himself there. Anyway, he was being horrible and Miss. Sara & Kate (I love you both dearly) defended me and basically told him he was a pathetic loser ^_^ yay for my darling friends.
Well anyway, I came off the net so Kate could ring me and tell me how funny, witty etc. this friend of hers from BRGS called Nick Slawicz was. She only likes him as a friend though! And then I phoned my dear friend, Oliver Fletcher aka Fletch aka Scott aka Ash. Whatever tickles your fancy. We had a lovely talk about how his girlfriend Abi's mom is a Rock DJ for Jilly's in Manchester and he has free tickets to take friends. We were talking about this meal he's taking me on for being a "good friend" and how we should meet up on our own cause we haven't seen each other for a bit. He decided to bring both Abi and Joe (Twatman) from college on Thursday. I didn't think he quite got the point.
Anyway, Martin apologised and apparently we're mates, pff pfft and fucking PFFT! lol. I'm angry, grrrrrr. I'm talking to Jason (my ickle windmill) at the moment and we're gonna play pool. So, until my next ultra boring long essay. Au revoir, Sara xXx
posted by Sara at 7:20 am
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