Day 41/367

My little hammy Sputnik died. I think he must have died on Saturday. I feel so guilty for not checking him that day but when I went to feed him there was The Smell so I knew what had happened. (I had been anticipating it though, he was over 4 years old)

Today I burried him in his little blue house with his food bowl with 2 peanuts in. I planted sunflowers in my room so I can transfer them when they're big enough beside his grave.

So today's been pretty pants. I didn't go to school. There was a letter about me not wearing school uniform which might mean I won't get my EMAs. And it was raining.

I miss the Ex so much. I texted him about Sputnik's death and he phoned me to listen to my crying and snottering all my bogies into a tissue. I want to hug him and go out with him again.

Day 40/367

I gave myself a Brazilian today. I'm too chicken to do it with proper waxing so I do it with some Nair sensitive skin hair removal cream (this leaves little prickles though which isn't ideal. Better than a wild forest however.). I got rid of my arm hairs too so I'm all smooth. I forgot to take my bra off before I put the cream on so I had to do a game of don't-touch-the-wire with my bra.

I hope Vanilla Ice stays in Dancing on Ice. He's the only reason I really watch it, apart from the crazy-insane outfits, and maybe also Jennifer who's in Hollyoaks.

I ate like a shit again. Need to sort that out.

I fell asleep with a facemask on so now I've got an insanely smooth face. I hope it's sunny tomorrow so I can wear my shorts.

Day 39/367

I wore my extensions today! They're a complete bugger to put in though but they make you feel so feminine and pretty. I saw Sam on the escalator in Tesco! I said hey. He said hi and looked at the ground. Thank god I was looking good today instead of him catching me off guard alone with no makeup.. (he's started talking to me again on MSN and then asked if I wanted to see that freaky alien film called Paul on valentines day. Uhh, Sam, just because I said hi doesn't mean I want to eh, go out with you?) I ate like a fat shit today. Gotta cut down Fat Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays to just Fat Friday.

I saw the Kings Speech today, it's really good!

My top lips split completely and nothing seems to be healing it. I bought 70p plasters with 'Butterfly and Friends' on them to put on my minging infected green bugbite on my arm.

La vie est belle!

Day 38/367

I got a scaffolding in my ear today! Hurt like a shit though. The piercing was OK but it ached so much afterwords Also my Chinese hair arrived! I had to dye my hair pure black (missing out a vital spot at the back which has kept brown unfortunately) to match the colour of the extensions. When they're in they go past the bottom of my boobs, that's how long they are! Mum says they don't look fake but I'll need a second opinion tomorrow. Oh god it'll probably goddamn rain tomorrow so the humidity will make my real hair go wavy with the Chinese hair staying completely straight. Fingers crossed for good weather!

I got my English essay read out in front of the class today. The evil hag said it was the best one which I am major chufteres about, even though the process of her reading it was like a prolonged torture session. Ha! At one point my English teacher asked what was wrong about one of my sentences The Girl-That-I-Hate said that there shouldn't be an apostrophe in the word 'let's', but instead it was the somewhat vague badly used comma instead of a full stop elsewhere in the sentence, hehe!

I made a soap opera about a family of origami frogs. It was very complex, including racial discrimination and rape. It was pretty intense.

Chufters all round!

Day 36/367

I experimented with sellotape after my shower whilst waiting for my bra to dry. I sellotaped my boobs up into perky pornstarness. It looked good under a tshirt, but if that tshirt was removed the viewer would be completely dissapointed in your DIY wonders.

I have to print my english essay tomorrow to show the whole class...oh god! How completely crazy-embarrasing!

After trying and testing many spot reducing gels and creams the grand prize still goes to toothpaste. I squeezed it out in its jolly stripiness and applied it to the volcano on my chin. (Oh dear, yesterday I was complaining at length to Jacob about aforementioned spot and the gorgeous Latvian boy was right behind me. I noticed him looking down a lot and wondered if he was checking out my butt or just trying not to trip on the stairs.)

I also discovered that if you position a mirror with another mirror so you can see yourself, and hold in your thighs from the front you can see what you'd look like if you were size 6. Quality!

Day 35/367

I can't do too much bloggage today because it's past my bed time. I got the rest of my marks in- three whole ones! And five two's which is pretty good too.

Eaten 580 something calories. Goodgood. Mum says I might get into starvation mode and put on weight. I don't know if this is true or not so I'ma google it. I'm so glad I got top top in Drama, it was crazy hard. But yeah, not much to say today. Hair extenders are coming tomorrow I hope. I tried on my basque, skinny jeans and fat belt for my sexy red devil outfit and it looked ok. I hope my backflab will be gone by 12th Febuary, Day 45/367!

Day 34/367

This calorie counting exercise things going well! I feel so happy and energised. I've been getting sleep and drinking water so it's all good. Today's TV night though-My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding and Secret Diary. Woowoo!

"I don't feel close to you in any way anymore". The Ex. Alright then. Go and frikkin' live your boring-ass life of working in Tesco, wearing chinos, thinking your this amazing philosophist and playing Xbox all day. Can't be arsed with you anymore.
I weighed my rat today because she's been pooing like insanity. She weighs 256g, female rats weigh between 200-500g so she's on the slim side, meaning I haven't been feeding her too much. I'm gonna try and litter train her to make her poos all in one corner of her cage which involves manually picking up about 20 or so of her little rat turds and putting them in a corner.

I'm MAJOR chufters with my prelim results.  In English today the girl that I hate was all smug about getting a 1 in reading (I got a 2). But then she got a 3 in writing and I got a 1. That shut her up a bit.

To make things even better I'm getting a shitload of money from EMAs (£60 pound a fortnight if I do all my homework/am not late) and Dad's giving me money for any credits I get. Wootwoot! Planning to get a scaffold in my left ear with them.