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Writing a script in spanish is so hard. Epic sadfais.

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I bought a bracelet to support him climbing Kilimanjaro. So that he knows that I don't want him or the others to die.
He also "fight me"'d me, if that makes sense. I was like "oh god" and like backed away v. Fast.

Is saying v a world wide anger? Or just Irish?

The other he follows K. And A. on Twiddr even though he doesn't know them, but he doesn't follow me. Which bothers me. Am I not good enough to follow? I'm in your damn class for god's sake.

Impending doom is looming for the 16th. That damn party will kill me.

Kthnxbai

I want monies.

Unless someone wants to buy me the following:
A Nikon
A piano keyboard
Skull Candy headphones
Wristbands and tshirts from the Yhuu Toobz.

Any or all will do. I'll prolly think of more later :/

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

I knew karma was a bitch. But I didn't think she'd bite back that hard.

I just had to jinx it.

Fuck.

Oh dear.

He hates me. Well and truely.
He says he's forgiven me, but I know thatwas only to save face or whatever.
There's absolutely nothing I can do to fix it. I can't change the past, and I regret every nano second of it.
But he doesn't believe me. He said hedoea cause I said it on Facebook. But still.
He keeps telling me how awful he felt, and how shit everything was for him. Like it was ab fab for me. But I can't say that because he'll get even worse cause I'm proving how self centred I am.
I'm miserable about it. I cant even talk to him in person without feeling like shit. And now he is insisting that he'll show me his scars that all this bullshit caused.
He's making me feel worse than I've ever felt. Even when I was cutting. Bt I know I deserve it. So why does it still make me cry? And be childish and miserable about something that got blown well out of porportion and spurred on by a heartless, cruel bitch who deserves to be shot with a ball of her own shit.
And now I don't know what to do.

I felt the need to tell you...

School is going incredible.
I can't understand it.
I'm getting along well with him. Both of them.
And I got backstage crew for the school show. And he's doing it too. But he rarely talks to me. I don't mind, so long as he does on the occassion.
An my MB is trucking along nicely.
I'll elaborate later when I have more battery. Kk?
K.

So I'm lying in bed...

Writing this on my phone. Gandhi. I love smart phones.

But now I can blog whenever. Woooo. Bloggin' on the go. Except not really at all. Just, in bed. Or on the couch. Maybe even at school. *gasp* dun dun dun.

That last one is highly unlikely due to the lack of wi-fi in school outside the music room. Blerfgwhyiseverythingonlandlineblerfg.

Oh well. Must return to reading Grimm Fairytales, the less child friendly version, in whih the Prince impregnates Briar Rose before she wakes from her hundred year long nap. Seems like kiss meant a whole lot more in those days.

Slan go foill, mo bheacain beag.

Nobody uses this anymore.

According to the newsfeed thing, that last was two months ago, by Star. My last was just after my exams are something. The twentieth of July, Two Thousand and Eleven.
Quite a lot has changed since then.

Affection has moved to someone new, who was the object of my affection before, but doesn't know it. I think. Hope. Will.

Fourth year is brilliant. Almost no homework. And I get out of class to make people out of cutlery. And snails. I'll upload a picture soon. Promicus.

I never said how I did in my Junior Cert. Five B's, five C's. Which is good for me. Somehow, I got a B in Science, which has always been my worst subject. Same in Spanish. Weeeew!

And I'm talking to all my friends in school again. Yay.
Although one of them professed that our friendship is broken, and cannot be repaired. Though I apologized without saying his name to him on a Facebook status update. So he believes that I truly am sorry.

House party, 16th of December. Weeeew. Shame none of the lads attending will be allowed to stay the night, while the girl are. If the guys stayed over, it would be even better. That sounds a tad desperate but it's not supposed to.


I'm learning sign language now. And looking to get my work experience. Weeeew.

Did I mention yet that there are two guys that cause me verbal disability? Both of which are rather attractive and in my class. Which sucks.

Pierced my ears again. Started drawing the Tumblr butterfly on my wrist to prevent cuttation. getting my hair cut soon. Doing Judo in P.E for the next four weeks.

I'm ending the blog naow.

Slan go foill, beacain beag. <3

- Spud