I'm polite to people I want to stab with a fork.
Right, first of all. Is it just me who thinks whenever I kill an insect the family of the insect is going to come and hunt me down? >:[
Meh. It's probably just me.
Not replying to the kind messages people have sent me on here=Check
Losing weight=Check.
Not going on social networking (I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT WORD MEAN) sites=Check.
Dying hair=Check.
Losing boyfriend=Check.
Gaining boyfriend back=Check.
Eating cheerios =Check.
Okay. From that, you've learnt that I'm a typical teenage girl with no cares in the world because of her vast amount of laziness. Fuck. Guys. I apologise for not messaging you back and not going on msn to talk to all of the lovely friends that I've made here. -Huge sigh-
I'm really not cut out for being a blogger.
I won't leave though.
I'm too cool to leave.
Just kidding.
;)
Or am I?
Now, I realise I haven't made a post in absolutely badonkadonka months. And don' be expecting them regularly. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I have no time, kiddies. :'[
I'll go on msn tonight, if anyone would like to join me, just say. ^^ I hope to speak with all of the lovely people on here soon. I'm not just saying that. You're all a lovely big lovely bowl of lovely loveliness. That makes sense in my own mind.
Erm, what can I say. I bought a car? xD Well. My mother bought me a car. And I drive it.. when I can afford petrol. Which is erm.. not very often. I don't know why I spend all of my money on cereal and hair dye.
And with summer coming up, dying my hair a lighter colour is just an urge I have. -NO KIRSTEE! NO!-
I'm going to go bald, it's a fact. I need to kep away from these chemical colours. I should just rub carrots in my hair daily and see if it turns orange. I'm sure that's what eco-friendly people do. Well, I'm not exactly sure. But they could do.
It's also clear that my boyfriend is my actually only my heater during the night, because as soon as he leaves for work in the morning, everything turns to ice.
Ooo, I just remembered a really shit experience I had the other week. So, me and my friend Emily went to see The Devil Inside ( which I don't recommend, as it scared me to the point I have to ask someone to come to the bathroom with me at night). And in the cinema, once I managed to spill diet coke all over myself, this old man came and sat next to me for about five minutes. First off, he poked me with his walking stick and said 'Sing a song of sixpence, young girl, sugar in the morning'. And I was like: :l Erm, what?
And then he proceeded to ask my if I wanted his sweets, and took out his glasses, thinking they were sweets.
I realise it's quite funny to think about but I just felt so shit. It's sad to think old people can just lose their mind like that. I felt so sorry for the dude. He was only being nice and then he turned mental. He left after I told him the glasses weren't edible.
Also, I've been having this continuing dream for the last few nights and I'm wondering what's wrong with me. I dreamt that I went to Asda and opened the freezer to get a microwave meal out and I fell in.
Then I looked down and Kermit the frog was sat on a chair in a white room, looking hawt, knitting a jumper then he said, ''This is what you get for leaving me'' and then started singing The Muppet show theme song. O.O
I'm conerned for my well being.
Okay, I'll answer messages now. I pwomise! -Crosses heart, hopes to die-
Here's a few pictures to leave you with. ^.^
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