3am

Can't believe I'm wide awake at such a ridiculous time.

"It's 3am and I'm wide awake

It's all your fault

Your face

And your smile

And your scent

And your touch

Thoughts of you are keeping me awake

Let me sleep ."

now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?

But everybody just feels they can relate, I guess words are a  motherfucker, they can be great, or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate.

I must admit I do love Eminem.

They say music can alter moods and talk to you but can it load a gun for you and cock it too?

My music taste is fucked up, I don't stick to particular genres or follow a certain style.

well I suppose I do.

My ipod (equipped with big headphones) is possibly one of my most prized possessions. So,

"whats good on it?" -a really irritating frequent question everyone asks me >:[

although to be honest, I actually have no idea.

Go ahead, ring me one more time.

I suppose I get a little kick out of clicking busy tone every time.

or that im just terrified to speak on the phone.

"What 15 year old listens to The Smiths and Radiohead nowadays?"

Everyone apparently, not that I had much choice.

...Thanks Dad.

I wasn't really born in 1994

more like the 1980's.

Although that would be lying. And if there's one thing about me that's most definate, it's that I can't lie to save my life.
Okay so that's slightly over dramatic,
I can lie,
but I don't.
I mean, there are sometimes when it's reasonably acceptable.
Such as now, I should be doing art course work
instead I'm roaming around on facebook, blogger, Msn, spotify and post secret.
My lie  excuse?
I completely forgot about it and that I'm sorry.

Browsing through blogs

I now have a drive in me to make my blog look better than all of yours.
It won't happen
no matter how many hours i sit here and mess about with pictures and logo's and hyperlinks
someone is always more creative
and this was supposed to be my very own creative blog
but now,
its not so creative. just ameatur.
aload of words some 15 year old girl can't put together in a sentance
just whining about life
I don't have children, I'm not married and I haven't got a job yet.
I suppose that makes me a little different from the other majority of bloggers.
then again, I'm not the only one.

so when did unique become so ordinary?

It's all just nonsense to me.

Please don't look at me with those eyes, please don't hint that you're capable of lies.

Okay, so I'm sat here with a big tub of Ben and Jerry's,

at 4 o'clock on a saturday after noon. My curtains are STILL shut and my neck hurts from sleeping weird.
I don't really know why I created a blog, I'm not planning on showing anyone it, just cause' theres nothing really interesting I say. I wouldn't really be that bothered if anyone stumbled across it either, other than the fact I look like a dyke talking to myself.
I suppose it's like an online diary
except not quite as corny and I'm not going to pour my feelings out.
Which I don't anyway. I'm quite an introverted person really.
Well, my friend's and family disagree.

This song is the scriptures to my LIFE.

I'm tuggin' at my hair, I'm pullin' at my clothes
I'm tryin' to keep my cool, I know it shows
I'm staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
And I'm searching for the words inside my head.

'Cause I'm feeling nervous
Tryin' to be so perfect
'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it
Yeah...
If I could say what I want to say
I'd say I want to blow you--away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could see what I want to see
I want to see you go down--on one knee
Marry me today
Guess I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say.

It don't do me any good it's just a waste of time
What use is it to you what's on my mind?
If it ain't comin' out, we're not going anywhere
So why can't I just tell you that I care?
'Cause I'm feeling nervous
Tryin' to be so perfect
'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it
Yeah...
If I could say what I wanna say
I'd say I want to blow you--away
Be with you every night
Am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could see what I wanna see
I want to see you go down--on one knee
Marry me today
Guess I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say.

What's wrong with my tongue?
These words keep slipping away
I stutter,I stumble like I've got nothing to say
'Cause I'm feeling nervous
Trying to be so perfect
'Cause I know you're worth it, you're worth it
Yeah...
I guess I'm wishing my life away
With these things I'll never say

Things I'll Never Say- Avril Lavigne.

Thom Yorke.

  "Every move you make has already been done, and taken the piss out of."

I love this man:)

This could possibly be my fourth attempt at a blog,

Yes, fourth. I don't know why I don't just stick to one
But I'm determined to make this my blog
my one and only blog :| ?
I would want to keep the majority of things on here a secret,
although in all honesty,
i dont really have any.

So, go ahead, be my guest and read all about my boring? life.

Boring!