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10:41 pm - Friday, January 30

smil til ditt blitzregn baby!

darn, grace's blog codes are BROKEEEEEEEEN. This means time spent fixing them soon, hopefully making it BETTER. sitting on a chair like i am right now, can't be good for my back, can't be bothered moving though, wait now i did.

right now, arguing with stuart, always pointless, because i can never get mad enough at him for me to be really mean, and the amount of mean that i am, stuart can take. i just don't see why he has to be so self centered all the time. i mean, really. there's a limit, and i think he's exceeded it. it actually literally makes me sick sometimes. but my gosh, i still love that kid, it sucks so much.

oh and by the way, thanks for taking it as lightly as you did, but stop clinging to my dearest vbv, she doesn't appreciate it, can't you see it in her face. but yeah, genuinly, thanks for not being a bitch about it... all except for that little remark you made at lunchtime, that you thought nobody heard. yeah, i heard it, yeah it kind of hurt like a friggin bitch, thanks for that too. i almost thought you were more mature than that.

oh and school started, yeah. i really think it's alright. but everything feels different. like i'm walking with new feet, walking on new schoolgrounds, entering new classrooms. it's all the same though really. drama is the most fun. i think drama and photography are going to be what gets me through this year, my lifelines. the other subjects are alright i guess, and i think once the class gets more involved, and gte to know each other, it'll be a lot more fun. i'm torn between playing netball this term or going and playing whateer vbv and chrees are doing. grade sport was fun, but i think i'd like to do something where i don't have to look like a beetroot all the time, and it's been really hot recently, maybe i'll play again in term 4. well it depends on what they plan on playing, ice skating or bowling or whatever else. i just DONOT want to do walking, not again, no thanks. i'll walk on my own time, thanks. i wonder how many typos are in this blog. probably lots.

ok now, right this second, i've lost my respect for you. every last drop of it. FUCK YOU. YOU HEAR ME FUCK YOU. I DON'T CARE IF YOU FIND MY BLOG NOW. JUST FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. i was trying not to make this blog NOT angry, but NO. ou had to go and change that, how low could you possibly be. you're complainging about your family issues. ' life is shit' then tying me up in there. ' oh and there's that thing from before' YEAH OK I GET IT. IT'S NOT GETTING YOU ANYWHERE. you're being low and i didn't expect that from you. now i'm mad. i HATE being mad like this, now i'm going to sleep uneasy and TRUST me it's not out of pity it's out of disgust.
take it like a man, stop being so naive.

well, i'll wrap it up before it just becomes more angry.

and in case you were wondering, thi was kind of lazily written over an hour or two..

victorchewy