The rant post..

Argh..why are boys so annoying? I will never in my life understand them. I suggest we enroll them in a boy training scheme. Teach them all not to be annoying dickweeds. OK..the problem? I have been single ever since the psycho boyfriend incident of spring 2005 and since then have not fancied or had another relationship, and to be honest I've avoided them. The psycho has friggin put me off hasn't he? Or am I simply not bothered anymore..and choose to remain lonley forever no matter how much i want the 'perfect' boyfriend? My mind is so screwed I don't know the answer myself... Two boys fancy me and i don't fancy them. They're just friends to me, and thats all i want them to be, but when i tell or hint this they get in a strop. I admit I'd be the same, but aren't girls supposed to be the hormonal ones? Why do we always fall for the wrong people?
I really have no idea why anyone would be attracted to me anyway. Im 15 and I look about 12 thanks to my ridiculous shortness that nobody will let me forget for a miniute. I look like a child. It's humiliating and does nothing for my self esteem, which im unsure of the existance of. I also happen to moan alot as you can tell from this post. I do it alot. It annoys people. It annoys my best friend. It more then likely annoys everyone. But i can't stop myself. I just do it. People must hate me.
Not a single comment on my blog. Im not suprised really.
Hope you non existant lot are alot better. Take care xxx

A random peice of writing..

So I was watching 'Shakespere Retold:Macbeth' last night and was inspired to write this peice...yes some of it rhymes and its a bit rubbish but comments are appriciated, consturctive critisicm!!

I never meant to kill him. It was an accident. A slip of the hand. A mistake. Yet his final dying screams ring loud in my ears. The scared look in his eyes. The pain on his face. They flash like the scenes of a movie in my mind. Blind my eyes. Hold my tounge. I am done.
The guilt follows me like my shadow, we are forever bound together. Yet, when the light goes out, It's still there. Looming. The silent stalker. I will never sleep again, plauged by nightmares of that very night. I will wash my hands for eternity but the blood will remain. Staining the pores of my skin.
He's not really gone though, not yet. Under his breath he whispers; "You should of killed yourself instead"

And there you have it. The result of shakespere, tea and chocolate digestives before bed.

Welcome to loserville

Hello, and welcome to my blog. Im very uninspired at present so don''t expect a mind blowing first post. It will get better (i hope).
The reason i've opened a Blog is down to a fabulous and highly bow down worthy author by the name of Sarra Manning. She IS the adult teenager and writes the most most perfect teenage novels ever. I've read them and re-read them and i refuse to read anything else..well ok thats not true...i read alot..but it must be said. You cannot beat the Manning. Anyway back to the point, her advice to aspiring writers was..start a blog..so..ta daaa.
This weekend has been an unusually social fun one. Mostly I sit at home, driven mad with writers block, avoiding coursework and moaning about the lack of good Tv while turning the stereo up. However...this weekend was different.
Friday: Party day, my friend Tora had a birthday party, many people came and suprisingly good music was played. Me and my friend Sarah danced like maniacs and danced the most. Yes granted we did look 'high' but i can assure you no drugs were taken in the making of those dance moves. Things got a little boring towards the end and people left and i felt bad so attempted to liven things up with a good old game of spin the bottle. However this turned out to be the lamest game of spin the bottle ever and consisted of mainly hugs and a climax of me and Sarah's heads being bashed together.
Saturday: I had to go visit the 'dad', I ended up going to two different towns with my step-sister, my money dissapeared fast which was bad due to extreme skintness and an extreme need of money. I hate christmas.
Sunday (today): Well today has been uneventful. I edited my English coursework and have avoided my French coursework that needs to be done again under controlled conditions tommrow..eek. I have become increasingly frustrated with the demon headmaster..who must be assinated for his lame new rules and general twatishness. I also remixed Son of Dork's 'Ticket outta Loserville' and spent my time on Msn. Such fun.
Well if your still awake i hope your well and thanks for reading.
Stace
xxx