17th May

My sister's back home again today. Groan. I woke up and CBA-ed doing anything but I showered and fake tanned and felt better.

I went to Jacob's and revised and Brinley came round and him and Jacob played some Xbox and we went to Tesco's to get tea. Brinley hadn't eaten anything (I don't know how's the best way to react to that) so I bought him chickens and hams from Tesco. I'm gonna dye my hair red/brown/ginger soon. Woowoo!

Drama exam tommorow. Bricks have been shat.

Day 122/367

We boned.

After 1 month and 4 days.

He got scared that mum or someone would walk in and got soft. I felt so sorry for him!

Today's brought us closer though. He said he was into corsets and I was like WTF I LOVE CORSETS AND ALL THAT SHIT. Our next sexy time is going to be SUPER. I need to wax. I'm like a forest out of control. I got handcuffed today. It'd be better if I was hair-free and more comfortable though.

I hate my sister so much. I think she heard some of our 'revision' today. Great fun. I dont care though. I've stopped caring what she thinks. She showed Brinley her tattoo on her side today when there was an equally good tattoo on her innocent wrist. She said my hoodie was tight fitting on him too, e.g, he was fat. Which he's not. Even though his 12 stone squashes me if he's lying on top of me but MY stomachs flabbier than his when I pinch the skin together.

Hate her so much UGH.

I might go to a party woop woop tomorrow with Brinley. Planning on boobs OOT and heels. Gotta make that boy PROTECTIVE!

Day 120/367

My art composition went so much better than I thought it would. At first it was a shit blue mess of paper but it turned out pretty mental.

I miss Brinley. Like loads. I feel pretty depresso right  now but I feel like yesterday's feeling of being OUT OF IT on drugs has made me feel like myself again instead of being in a dream. I don't know why that happens. It's really annoying.

Sunny's leg had to get drained of pus stuff. I hope she'll be ok. She got a baby icecream today which was so cute.

UGH MY SISTER is SO ANNOYING. She always has to make herself feel better by putting other people down. And she insists on comparing her boyfriend to Brinley. She was like 'oh how much does he weigh?' and I was like 'like 12 stone or something,' and she goes on about how her boyfriend would win in a fight etc,etc,etc. Can't wait till she goes back to uni.

Day 57/367

I might be going to Paris in the holidays! The trip includes all the siteseeing stuff, DISNEY!! And a 3* hotel with inclusive swimming pool. This put an imagine of me in a bikini all tanned and skinny from Canada.

Today was pretty OK my sister's gone home (phew) and I'm really tired. For some reason my electric bed's been on all day and I'm pretty sure I turned it off which is a bit creepy.

Can't wait till Saturday...THE SHOWIES! Mon the pop music, drugs, drink and chavs!

Day 54/367

I just ate about 1000calories worth of chocolate mousse. And an extra 400 of apple crumble. This girl Amber said I had a perfect figure when I did the inbox-a-number-and-I'll-say-what-I-like so that's OK.

I hate having my sister home. She's skinny and pretty and compliments me all the time about how I have a better figure etc etc etc when she obviously is way prettier and nicer than me. It just pisses me off. And she's really really really two-faced. One time she's all nice and sugar sweet and the next shes a complete bitch and making you feel like a shit. She turns Mum against me too which is extremely annoying.

I painted my nails the gorgeous pastelish-denim blue colour and straightened my hair so I feel sexy with my glasses tomorrow.

Ugh I've got a whole French essay to memorise for tomorrow...FML.

HOLY CRAP.

I talked to The Ex on MSN.

Me: I wish you liked talking to me
The Ex: How come?
Me: Cos I like talking to you :LThe Ex: But you've been fine for the last few weeks?
(that pissed me off.)
Me: I don't *have* to talk to you I just like to :L
The Ex: Well what would you have us talk about?
(frikkin Victorian-age old bugger.)

So we talked about him not getting into the RAF and a bunch of stuff I already knew from relentless Facebook stalking. I told him what I'd been up to: getting an industrial piercing (I didn't elaborate on the piercing part, trying to coax him into asking me about myself.), The Sleepover, losing weight, gaining weight.