WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:

I committed suicide:
 I said I liked you:
 I kissed you:
 I liked someone you didnt:
 I started smoking:
 I stole something:
 I was hospitalized:
 I ran away from home:

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

Personality:
Eyes:
Face:
Hair:
Clothes:


Who are you?
Are we friends?
When and how did we meet?
What do you think of me?
What's the fondest memory you have of me?
How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
Do you love me?
Have I ever hurt you?
Would you hug me?
Would you kiss me?
Would you do me?
Are we close?
On a scale of 1-10, how attractive am I?
Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
How long have you known me?
Describe me in one word.
What was your first impression?
Do you still think that way about me now?
What do you think my weakness is?
Do you think I'll get married (if yes to who)?
What reminds you of me?
What's something you would change about me?
How well do you know me?
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
If so tell me now?
Do you think I would kill someone?
Are you going to put this on your myspace and see what I say about you?

evening everyone :) and hello to another blog of complaining, bitching, griping and moaning :D YAY!

Okay so number one on the agenda...

man flu.

i've had it since last wednesday, i can move now, and I'm just procrastinating until i can get my voice back enough to go back to work. for those who don't know i work in a call center, and it doesn't get even slightly tedious for me :) you just need to have a voice, which i don't currently have all of at the moment.

number two that's getting me all pissy this week?

faithers.

there when you don't need them, and the time you need them most that would just happen to be a family holiday, they fuck off to turkey with their wife. :) happy christmas!

enough on that though.

Number three is people who hype up when they're ill.

Alright, we get it, you're a bit sick...but shut up. You can reach across the table and reach your own fucking cola! In fact, if you're too ill to reach across a tiny end table you're too ill to have cola. Go ti yer bed, Sarah.

[As is obvious, my sister's been milking it and having us all run rings round her.]

Err...where was I...

OH YES.

Christmas songs.

Oh aye I know, lets get cheery, but for goodness sake - I am SICK of hearing some wee OONC OONC band covering Merry Christmas Everyone, and even more sick of the howgate playing it. I do NOT think that Cascada's Last Christmas is deserving of the title of 4th best xmas song of all time (in my opinion it's Little Drummer Boy) and I CERTAINLY do not condone little ten year olds stealing their mam's phones and playing I WISH IT WAS XMAS EVERY DAY on full, crackling volume on the bus when I have a bangin sair heed. Thanks, much appreciated, you spoiled little gets.

Sigh.

:)

I am actually excited. I just need a bit of Scroogeness to get all that out my system.

I've got xmas presents...just not enough. Haha! My mum's birthday's on thursday and - OH OH OH!! My stepdads getting out on wednesday! EEEE!!

Aye. Party at my house on Saturday, for maw's 40th. The idiots invited like 70 folk, and we have a terraced two bedroom house. FANNY.

Anyway, I'm off. this was rather pointless. :)

I'm away to wrap up my BodyMod's secret santa gift :) yay!

nothing's right any more. no one is who they used to be, not even me.

i'm no longer the bubbly, adorable, gentle and funny girl i used to be. i'm no longer accepting, open minded, helpful, generous or kind.

no. these days i'm a typical teenage girl. i'm an utter bitch. i judge, i toss people needlessly aside when i don't need them, and i do something i would have rather died than done two years ago: i judge people.

prejudgementalism is a feature installed in our bodies. we automatically judge someone upon their appearance and the way they act as soon as we meet them. despite what they say, first impressions mean EVERYTHING. when before, i wouldn't have thought twice about what people thought of me and i didn't actually care, i now dress based on what i think people will think of me. i consiously dress for others now, and that's one of the worst sins of all.

will they think i'm a slut? will they think i look fat? do i look like a scene kid? oh shit, change, i wore this last week!

this is what exposure to cliques do to us. we have minds more impressionable than children: we absorb media frenzies and trends like foundation-caked sponges. no - one is original any more, as they all subconciously dress to a stereotype.

my music, for one, is carefully picked. if too many people start to like a band, i instantly go off them. hence why bands who were too big for their boots in the first place i always despise, like BMTH, and BFMV, and hadouken.

i pledge this, i promise this - i will go back to my old sense. no more: ohhh, but i like this, even though it's from new look, ohhh but that's nice...

back to the old me. you could never categorise me, and that's what andrew found appealing. you couldn't call me a dirty punk, or a polished goth, or a preened indie kid. i was everything and nothing, and unlike anyone he had ever met before; he was attractive to me for the same reason, as well as he's adorable.

i want that. i want to be myself again. i'm throwing out everything i don't need, anything slightly scene kid.

because unfortunately, with things you try to pull of, you end up looking like one of them, because they suck up every culture and manage to make you look like them. it's awful.

i'm now actively going to try to be myself again, instead of giving in and doing whatever.

people have noticed i don't look like what i used to....well, no more.

if one more person says that, i'm going to break their fucking jaw.

clouds; funny things, aren’t they?

drifting along, what looks to be lazily, ever changing shapes made of mist, moisture and myths.

some are mere wisps, lost in an cerulean sky.

some are chunky, rolling and cute, obvious yet not in a way thats threatening.

some are huge, black, taking over the sky, intimidating us mere mortals below.

...they really are like people.

makes you wonder, doesn’t it.

MyHeritage: Celebrity Morph - Roots

i had an amazing time.

Has anyone noticed recently how nearly everything on the telly is about weddings, and/or losing weight for your wedding?

8|

it's making me paranoid.

and it makes me sick to think that folk have to be thin *or made to think that* just so they can look pretty on their wedding day.

okay, so imagine this:

you've spent hundreds of pounds on catering, the place, the outfits, the guests, and the hairdo's. all you have left to get is that one special thing:

the dress.

everyone will be looking at you, the bride. it has to be perfect. YOU have to be perfect.

but think.

so what if you're not?

that Gillian-Fucking-McKeith is a fucking bitch. 'Oh my god, are you the bride?'  'Yes, actually.'  'Jesus, how are you ever going to fit into a potatoe sack, never mind a dress!' and then when the lassie storms off, she goes 'my god, she's a moody cow!'

if you're a bride, you've got to choose a dress that fits you, and makes you exude beauty even more than you already do. It's got to suit your personality, and it's got to look damn good.

you shouldn't have to buy a dress and make yourself fit it!

:(

there's nothing wrong with having a spare tyre! (or four) because that's healthy! there's nothing wrong with having wobbly legs, because then it makes yer arse look good! there's nothing wrong with being podgy!

so.

to miss gillian mckeith, i have a few things to say to you:

SHUTTHEFUCKUP.

put some weight on, ya skinny boot.

*sigh*

rant over.

anyway. all this talk about wedding's is making me nervous.

i have androo's dad's wedding on friday. FRIDAY. and i haven't met ANY of them before... WAAA!!!

and guess what colour i'm wearing?

fucking PINK.

i fucking HATE the colour pink.

but it's a black dress with pink polkadots. so it looks cute.

but for my mums wedding, it's an all pink dress. so i'll look like a fucking salmon because my skin's that pale.

and i won't get away with any black.  :|

anyway. as for wedding. [androo's dad's] i'm staying there on the friday, have to get up early or go for a shower late the night before, bring my wet to straights, tongs, get my hair all ready in time - and i don't even know what i'm doing with it :| i have to iron my dress, do ALL my make up...

and the wedding starts at half two.

i'll take fucking ages. WAAAAAH!

i want a personal stylist.

:(

Over&Out

Wish Me Luck.

Amii

xxxxxxx

okay.

so i had some big news for close friends today.

and i was all excited, and....

they weren't.

hmm.

it's all because of this stupid fucking craze going about denny high.

they aren't in love. gawd. but they try to fucking act like it

and the ones who ARE aren't believed, just shunned as ''typical teenage boy/girlfriends. I GIVE IT THREE WEEKS.''

yeah? try nearly three fucking YEARS.

:(

not that we need to prove anything.

we don't.

but i wish at least some people would have even pretended to be happy for me.

even if they didn't really give a toss.

:(

i know i'm being moany.

but this is a big thing for me.

AND him.

and it's not ruined, exactly...more being dampened a little by people thinking we're another part of a typical phase.

and i don't like that.

we're NOT typical.

we're definetely going to be together for a LOT longer than a few months.

i know i'm going to spend the rest of my life with him. i've never been so sure about anything in my life.

but it'd help if people were actually happy for us - or even at least pretending to be- instead of thinking 'HUH. TYPICAL.'

thanks, laur. ^_^

Amii*xx

for people who know what this is about: good. at least try and listen and understand.

and for people who dont: just read on, take inspiration. ^_^

well. for the past....what. 3/4 months?  i've been trying to get a job. plan for the future. because i want a secure amount of money so i can get a house, and make sure i can keep it.

or to buy pretty stuff for the pretty people i love. or for my kids, if i have any.

and thinking about all this...and exams...

it made me wonder.

we're fucking teenagers.

not 33, not 23. not yet.

why worry about the future?

why worry about what we want to do, until we get there?

forward planning doesnt usually help...so why bother?

there isn't any point.

just wait until we get there, and have a good time along the way, eh?

but thats not what ive been doing. ive been designing my cosmetics, or pre-planning my spending options.

everything.

and im 15!

i shouldnt have to decide what i want to do yet.

all these exams...and stuff...it's changed me in the past two/three years. and ask people i used to be so close to: we used to be out every weekend, over at eachothers houses. it's funny if you think about it. school changes us.

'prepares us for the real world.'

tbh, its made me a recluse,

waaaa!!

i want my friends back. a life outside androo and school.

:'|

xxx

What Would You Do If-

I Died From Un-natural Causes:
I Said I Liked You:
I Kissed You:
I Moved Next Door To You:
I Started Smoking:
I Stole Something:
I Was Rushed Into Hospital:
I Ran Away From Home:
I Got Into A Fight:

Personality:
Hair:
Eyes:
Bum:
Body:

Be My Friend?:
Keep A Secret If I Told You One?:
Hold My Hand?:
Take A Bullet For Me?:
Keep In Touch?:
Try To Solve My Problems?:
Love Me?:
Go Out With Me?:

Lied To Make Me Feel Better?:
Wanted To Kiss Me?:
Wanted To Hug Me?:
Kept Something Important From Me?:
Had A Crush On Me?:
Wished I Was There With You?:
Thought About Us As A Couple?:
Thought About Asking Me Out?:
Fallen For Me (As In Fallen In Love)?:

What Is Your Name?:
Are We Friends?:
When And How Did We Meet?:
Describe Me In One Word:
What Was Your First Impression?:
Do You Still Think That Way About Me Now?:
What Reminds You Of Me?:
If You Could Give Me Anything What Would It Be?:
How Well Do You Know Me?:
When Was The Last Time You Spoke To Me?:
Ever Wanted To Tell Me Something But Couldn't?:
If Yes, Would You Tell Me?:

MERRY KISSMAS!!!

Hope y'all had a good time...

I know I did ^_^

This is so  hard to type... I'm at Anoo's, and he has a wiggly keyboard and you have to type really hard. It's funny because I'm typing like a retard. XD

I started this ten minutes ago believe it or not...!

Anyway. Was a good haul this yeard ^_^haawhaaw.

I got a corset model thing! And a TV with a DVD player, cute fuzzzzzzzzy socks, and a new mp3 player...Androo gave me a new Stephen King book, and his mommy gave me new allblack cons. I love yew Androo+Shirley XD

I watched Green Mile last night...Androo was staying, and he gave me a cuddle when i was crying, and laughed with me at my froggy jammies ^_^

My cousin had her baby!!! BabyJake.^_^

Anyway, I'm away....Scrubs is on ^_^

Over&Out,

Amiixxxxxxxxxxxxx

[And Androo <3]