):< .
God, he seriously needs some kind of anger management routine or something.
Okay, so here's the scenario; let's say I, I dunno, forget to take out the rubbish and it gets too full. That wouldn't be a problem for me, I'd just be like 'Oh shiz, I better take that out' and then I'd take the bag out and tie it up (sometime I'd have to take some of the rubbish out so it'll fit, but what kind of worry is that?) and then I'd take it outside to the wheelie bin.
But if dad discovers...

Okay, where do I start?

Don't leave me alone, guys. Even when I say 'go away', don't. I'm fucking lonely.
I'm fucking sick and tired of being left out of conversations.
I'm sick of being part of a gang that doesn't even acknowledge my existence.
I'm sick of being looked down upon like I'm some hideous animal when I finally do pluck up the courage to speak.
I'm sick of being ignored when I make an accomplishment. I'm sick of being afraid of my own anger....

So I, like, totally converted to Chirstianity over in Japan.
I dunno dude, Tokyo's a biiiiig place. Getting lost there does wierd stuff to yer mind.

I have an English assignment to hand in... in about five minutes. D: *is on school computer*
I know! Let's talk about.... umm.... uh... I farted.

Ok? Don't read this if you don't care for other people's whinging whining and/or boohooing (not to be confused with woohooing, you Sims2 voyeurs). Ok. Go now. Go. Shoo fly.

*ahem* AAAANYWAY.
So I've been sick since Thursday which I've already made a blog about (which I do believe has promoted to brochitis), I've got a coldsore inside my mouth that tastes like it's constantly seeping blood, mum won't buy me another box of black hair dye for me (you can see my horrid fawny-brown...

D:
I woke up at 5:35 this morning with a horrific burning sensation in my throat. Like I'd just swallowed a mouthful of red-hot sand. And also a splitting headache. Which is why I'm here and not at school. DX BUT I LIKE SCHOOL!
I went to sleep again till about 9:30, by which the ehadache had ceased, though my throat still feels all inflamed and swollen. Which is my excuse for being on the computer and not in bed right now.
I can't speak at all, which is a little annoying when...