23 Days To Go...

Okay, so there are twenty-three days until I can sell scrap metal (thanks Sam), so I'm actually really excited! I think that it's probably because I'll be a major (not that I'm going to use that fact for anything knowing me...) and then if anything were to happen, it would be completely legal! Although saying that, with parents like mine, I can't really see when I'll actually get the oppertunity until I'm in university. Maybe they'll change, Dad said my bedtime will go up by half an hour to midnight! We all know that that's going to be another rule forgotten though... I mean, come on, who bothers with a bedtime anymore? Just shut up and they'll let you stay downstairs until three in the morning! However, I get the feeling that I won't actually be getting the 'Birds and Bees' conversation for some reason, it just doesn't seem appropriate after everything we've gone through with Tess!

More importantly though, Abi's birthday is in three days, but we're celebrating on Tuesday instead of the actual Thursday. I'll be sure to tell you how that all goes. Plus I'm going to Swansea as a cat tomorrow, so that should be fun. Hopefully I'll get some pictures and hopefully John and Edward won't go out on the X Factor tonight! They probably will, but I just don't want to see them go! It'll totally suck! Sorry sanity, I've let you down again! Oh, and talking about a lack of sanity, I'm like, on my last 60 pages of American Psycho! I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I can't wait to watch the film with Christian Bale and Jared Leto in!

Kindest Regards,

Tofu xy

Are You Purrrrfect?

Okay... as you all know from a few posts back, I love cats. So, what I've decided to do is get some people to colour in their noses and draw on some whiskers and send me a (or a few) pictures. What I'd like the world to do is take a picture of this and then email it to me at: jupiterstar@hotmail.co.uk, or stick them on photobucket and send me a link. Then, I stick them in a photo album on facebook (entitled The Lovecats). I've linked the album in this post! So yeah, if you want to be amazing and help me with my world mission, then please, take part!

Kindest Regards,

Stripes xy

Hate That I Love You

Just shut up for a minute and listen; I never meant to hurt you, it hurts me just to think of it, and I never meant to hurt you a second time. I guess that's just the way of life though, and don't worry, because I'm suffering now. The thought of you with somebody else hurts as much as if someone was punching me repeatedly in the stomach. However, the thought of me never being 'your girl' again is just the hardest thing to deal with. You've never meant so much to me, and yet I've probably never meant so little to you. I would stab her to death so you would never be with her, the thought of you and her repulses me. I would eat meat just so you would love me. I would cry all my tears and bleed all my blood just to have you back. I know I've always been the one in the wrong, and I never tried hard enough to make things work, but I think that you're the proof I've needed to believe that love can happen more than once. Rob broke my heart the first time, I've broken my heart a second... You're going to stay in my mind until I become a cold, shell of a person. I dreamt that you and I were laying together one night, and I was crying because I love you so much. Alas, when I woke up, I was crying because I knew that that will never be. You will never take me back and I will never expect you to, because you are the best person I will ever know and you deserve so much better than this poor, pathetic thing that people call Sophie Brown. However, that won't stop me from loving you and thinking of you everyday, forever and always.

That's the Spirit (Revenge)

The fog slowly drifted into the window of Laura's apartment as she sat on the floor crying. Slowly sliding the blade down her wrist, there was no commitment in her actions.

"Harder," a voice hissed as the fog descended all around her, "Nobody will notice your petty attempts."

Laura sniffed and a tear slowly ran down her cheek. She shivered with the thought of what was happening, she didn't understand. Did this usually happen? She went to put the razor down and think everything over, but the fog just started to taunt her.

"Too much of a commitment? That's alright, you never do carry out your threats, do you? You don't really mean anything you say, to everyone else, you're just a slow, ugly, pathetic liar. That's fine by me, it's your life after all. All I know is that I'd rather be tortured and killed than be you..."

That did it for sure. Laura burst into tears, picked the razor blade back up and rested the point against her wrist.

"Is this what you want?!" she screamed rhetorically into the fog.

"Of course," it replied smugly, knowing that he was going to get what he wanted.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she put all of her energy into her hand and pressed the razor as hard as she could've ever imagined. It wasn't long until she was panting on the floor, her eyes slowly glazing over, her carpet a brand new colour. A low, malevolent laugh filled the room as the fog slowly left through the window where it had once entered. All that was left was the body of a dead teenager.

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It's Crap Anyway.

Just for once, I wanted to wake up in a good mood and then paint something great for art. What happened? I woke up with an incredibly painful wrist and then once it was better, I had a huge argument with the acrylic paint. Why? Because I needed blue, white and navy to paint a china cup. When I put the tiniest dot of black in with the blue, it turned green. GREEN! What the hell? All I wanted to do was paint a tea cup and then present it to my teacher to say, "Look Miss, I really do try and I really do care. I actually did this on my own." Of course I can't though, because I am so crap at art, I don't even know the first thing about the different kind of paints. I am officially one of the crapest people in my art class and t be completely and totally honest, I've stopped caring because it's my own fault for taking such a stupid subject and it's a pointless GCSE anyway.

Kindest Regards,
A Disappointed,

Stripes xy

Snowy Balls

I'm eating Marks and Spencer's Snowy Balls! They're milk chocolate balls (71%) in a crisp candy shell, rolled in icing sugar. To make it better, it's Made in the UK with Belgian Chocolate. The best chocolate is all Belgian of course... Kasabian just came on Tv, yay!

Anyway, lately I've been seeing multiple people with the intent of fixing my body up. I have benign hyper mobility and it causes a lot of pain sometimes, I also have co-ordination and balance problems, just because I'm special! I was loning in school today as all the Welshies were on a trip to North Wales (and all of my friends, as you've probably guessed, are Welshies). So I left school at dinner time in order to see a physio lady. We had a long talk about multiple things, what the main concerns are, medical history, that kind of thing...

OH LORD! Cobra Starship's new song was just on Kerrang! They're finally getting somewhere over here! Yay! I MAKE THE GOOD GIRLS GO BAD!!! I MAKE THE... sorry.

long story short, she advised I take up yoga, so we bought a yoga set and Mother just bought a yoga dvd from Amazon.com! I'm going to be physically active everyone! How dandy is that?! Oh yeah, and I got full marks again in English, so I had a talk with him as he insulted me by hinting at plagiarism. he told me it was so good, as opposed to I'm too bad to get full marks... Woop.

Kindest Regards,

An Enthusiastic,

Stripes xy

The Dream Stealer

There's something about school that is breaking my bruised heart; I don't expect you to know what it is, because it is a recent (or at least has only been noticed as of late) thing. Here, let me explain:

I have a book, a very expensive notebook to be exact, and I love it with all my mind. Everything from the powder pink background to the bright green bird as the main feature. It appeals to all my senses... I was too scared to use it because I was scared that I would simply waste it. However, after using my Dream Dictionary for months, dreams have become very important to me, so I decided that using it as a Dream Book, where I jot all of my dreams down, wouldn't be considered as a waste by myself in a few months time.

This is the background of my tragic tale...

Ever since school started back, dreams have been escaping my memory box as soon as my mind awakens. This is very upsetting because not only do I now have next to no idea what is playing on my sub-conscious, but I also have nothing to write down in my favourite, very expensive notebook. I'll have a huge gap in it and that, quite simply, will not do!

Mother says that this is a good thing as it shows that there is nothing stressful or important enough playing on my mind for me to actually remember the oh so important dreams, however, I disagree and think that the lack of memory as far as dreams are concerned is being caused by school itself! Alas, in my opinion, School has stolen my Dreams, and that's a crime...

Actually, using the word crime has just reminded me of something that I read the other day... In Poem for the Day One, there's a bullet point in the top left corner of October 29 (Pg.317) and it says the following:

Sir Walter Raleigh executed October 29th 1618. Facing death he is reported to have said of the axe, "This is sharp medicine, but it is a sure cure for all diseases"

I just thought that was pretty epic and I had to share it with you!

Kindest Regards,

A Dreamless,

Stripes xy