The title pretty much sums up how I feel.. Bastarding braces have kept me up all night. I can hadly eat! gah =.- but looking on the bright side, I get to see my wonerful babba on saturday. It's been two weeks :3 I didnae think I would cope for so long. Seems pretty retarted, looking back. Its only two weeks... but I'm bloody head over heels, arse over tit, etcetera and so forth. Waking up today the only thing I could thing was 2 more sleeps! :D so much for maturity, but hey, thats never fun anyway. Man I wish he was here now... silly Abi is very impatient. Dont know how to distract myself. I have tried drawing, writing, revising, listening to music, dancing, arguing and nothing gets this boy out my mind! I give in -_-

You read some really beautiful things on here. I feel like my juvenile 16-year-old ramblings are massively insignificant under the weight of such poetry. But then again, I quite like that. Feeling so unimportant really puts life into pespective.. Helps me relax, is that weird? I really love reading. I never have much time now, I always seem so busy. Then again, that could just be my excuse to try and convinvce myself im not sitting around at home feigning some sort of interest in the myriad of subjects i need to revise, but, yet again am not doin because i just love to procrastinate. But who doesn't, I'm doing it now. This is supposed to be the most important time; the last 3 weeks of my school life before college. I should be studying hard for the long list of exams i have, starting next week. But hey, they dont matter. Nothing does really. I shall try to convince myself that as i sit around my room tonight texting my wonderful boy and slobbing around in front of the television. Sounds like a decent enough plan to me...

This is unhealthy, I am on my 7th cup of coffee this evening and yet i still crave more! I'm bouncing around the room right now. I could do anything. I could fix my glasses.. I have been blind(ish) for 4 days now.I could finish the art coursework which is already 3 weeks late. I could do yoga and stop my back cracking unintentionally every 5 minutes (It is a pretty grim sound)You get the idea... But no, i choose to sit here rambling on to no one in particular with very cold feet and the back of an octogenarian =.= coffee, i love you for your caffeiney goodness and ability to keep me a happy gal and forget that my boy is many, many miles away and can't contact me all week ... and even birth my nickname of caffeine kitty but why you so addictive? my leg be jiggling like a fiddler's elbow :D looks like I'm not gonna sleep tonight... WORTH IT :D

I don't know why but i really love looking at graffiti. I was sat under the bridge yesterday and was mesmerised by it all. Spending hours looking at brilliantly shaded eyes, or even the crudely scrawled "Jeff 1982" kept me entertained for hours. I wonder who this jeff fella is? He would be older than my dad now... I wish i had paint... paint over the cracks in my friendship with jamesey and make everything okay. Colour over hurting him and paint a picture where we could be together without it causing conflict. I still love you, but Im now framed in a different picture with a different person. Our own little canvas is torn so ill say See you around, babba, hopefully we can forget our differences and still be close in the not too distant future because its not beyond repair

I had almost forgot about this site but the monotiny of IT has brought me back...its been 2 whole years since i have wrote something... reading back through previous entries however... what was i thinking?! What a whiny 14 year old i was :) ooh i want to go to town, I miss Andy more than i should. Its not even been 2 weeks and im already hugging my pillow at night thinking "woe is me", god knows what im going to be like if he isnt there... I really shouldnt like him at all, he is 14 and lives miles away. Im 16, i should be mature enough not to be head over heel with a guy i hadly know. Apparently not, curses to you, heart :3

Yesterday was absolutley amazing! Not only was it my favourite kind of weather - gale-force wind, but i had the joy of witnessing a six foot, burgany wooden panel flying over my house and crashing into the road adjacent. My mum, on the other hand, looked horrified as she slowly realised the fence had been blown off. She rushed out into the road ( in her pj's- how very dignified) as she sweeped up the large wooden splinters. I would have helped, but I had the wonderous job of looking after the whining snivelling pestering snotty nosed little bastard which i was unfortunatley lumbered with. Sometimes i could really kill my auntie sometimes for leaving me with my brat of a little cousin. The good news is that i have "accidentally misplaced" the little shits in the night garden dvd. And by misplaced I mean smashed the annoying,evil,patronising, mundane dvd ( which I have had the misfortune of watching every time the brat comes around) Into dust. It brought me great pleasure knowing i would never see upsy daisy or the tomblyboos ever again. My mum came in looking extremely pissed off and covered in splinters. Needless to say, she wasnt very happy. Afer a cuppa she seemed happier.Not looking forward to telling my dad he has to fix the fence yet again...