"His eyes blazed like fire, somehow I pity those misguided men."

How I feel now is terrifically awful and I have no idea why, needless to say, very unhappy.
I finished Franny & Zooey and it was brilliant, and just now I attempted to write a letter which proved mildly painful. I injured my goddamn wrist on Saturday which means I'm practically useless but apparently I still need to go to school anyway which is just great.
I'm blogging for Maggie because she says I don't do it enough which is true I suppose, seeing as now I'm on tumblr all the time. It's so addictiveeee D:
So yes, not the most pleasant week. I was meant to be going on holiday with Mother, Richard, Emilie, Hannah, Miriam, Maggie, Dominic, Callum and Xavier but my horrible 'ganglion' thing in my wrist sort of ruined that plan, now I'm at home with nothing to do, going half crazy and feeling bad because I can have anything I want and I don't have to do chores or anything because of my hand yet I'm still constantly gloomy. I feel ungrateful or something, I have everything I usually complain about not having but I'm still complaining.
I swear nothing will ever be right.
I'm going to go read until my eyes fall out and eat something unhealthy.
The End.

I will make monkeys of these monkeys, it is their destiny.

Well, it's the day before my birthday and I'm very much looking forward to Sultana Bran and buttered potatoes. I'm not pleased about four things. One, my school is so feral, two, I have a stomach ache, three, I'm sort of sunburnt, four I look terrible with blonde hair, probably because I'm not Evanna Lynch even though I wish I was.
AAARGH so much awesomeness. Anyway I don't need to worry about gross blonde hair because mine is currently a mystery colour that shall be revealed on Monday.
I can't believe it's been a whole week since my last posttttt, why this time last week a guy with one leg was playing Banjo to me and Isabella on a street corner, srs. I don't actually have many interesting things to talk about actually. It was school photos today and mine were most likely hideous, x_____x! The lady actually said I was awkward. Tomorrow ought to be good as long as Dominic and/or Maggie show their horrible (JK NT RLY) faces at my Goddamn birthday party.
Uhh, this blog was pretty pointless because I have nothing to sayayayaya~
Goodnight.

in december drinking hot chowder, i look psychotic in a balaklava

I'm writing this at school which therefore makes me badass beyond belief, I don't have much to say besides that I am quite content although a bit nervous for no particular reason besides maybe the fact that I'm being a rebel, Lord Voldemort has returned to my school in the form of a trainee teacher's aide and that I just saw my hypothetical polygamy husband Mr. Gr*****se.
Today should be excellent because me and Isabella are going to Macrocarpa after school, which so happens to be closing down soon. [SAD FACE] Also I'm sure lunch will be enjoyable as always. I haven't blogged for ages because my laptop charger broke but I should have it back soon. I'm in a way better mood since last weekend and this weekend I plan to dye my hair again. This is a pretty rushed and crappy blog but whatever, Ms. Vozzo is very likely to murder me anyway seeing as I'll never finish this project. Well, that's it, I have nothing more to report.
n___n

There Is No California

Oh, hello. I'm in the worst possible mood and I started this blog for the sake of blogging not because I had anything to say.
So I shall say boring things like, it's the weekend, I went to my mother's house, I'm sunburnt and I made a salad. Everything is making me feel terrible even the cover of My Sims and the bus stop numbers written on my hand. I think I need to go away somewhere, not school, or home, or my mother's or anything. It's crazy but I feel like living in a forest or something stupid like that. I wish all the stupid, crazy ideas I had were actually brilliant and plausible and the rest of the world could be stupid and crazy. dfgskhgjkvgh I'd go to sleep but I'm babysitting, Usually I'd be really happy about having money. Oh man, I just need to go live in that crazy forest and everything will be okay, I think.