Injections and celibacy.

So, the HPV vaccine really hurts.
And mine has to be the one which swells up giving me a deformed looking arm.
I always hear these horror stories about vaccinations right before I get one, and I reckon that the worry makes me tense up my arm. Because  I swear, it always goes wrong for me.

At least I'm not the loser who faints every time.

It's like, I want to give blood. But I don't even know what blood group I am, and I think I have anaemia. But I am literally dying (excuse the pun ;) unintentional clearly) to do it.
It's the only reason I'm looking forward to my 17th birthday, I don't even care about driving or that shit.
It's all gravy.

Anyway, moving on.
I have decided that I am going to remain celibate until I find a nice man. I think that I'll update my blog regularly to let the general public know about my failed attempts.
I mean, it's been so long (5 weeks), I have pretty much regrown my hymen anyway, so it should be a fun experiment.

I found this guy on Platform, known only as secret diary boy, and feel pretty cheated because now I feel a bit unoriginal, even though I've been writing this for nearly a year.
He's also a lot funnier than me, but other than that appears to be the exact mirror image of me.
Look him up, it's a decent read.

Alright, over and out, I want a sleep.

I am a party animal.

Tonight I had my usual Friday night of

• drink with the best friend
• watch trashy TV
• sing along to the music channels

I miss the times when we actually went out.

I liked dressing up and flirting with doormen to get in underage.
And I miss parties where I got off my face and had lots of sex.

I think I'm turning into an old lady, I only have the one drink now and I'm home by midnight.

I am a party animal.

I really wish I was asian

Asian people are so nice looking.

Trust me to be born into a completely English family.
Oh no, wait, I am a sixteenth Irish.
Brill.

So basically all this blog is going to do is try and add a bit of a face to my blog without, you know, revealing my face.
So I'm classic English rose, short, bit tubby, red hair, freckles, big smile.
I am a real woman ;) tits and hips baby.

About the same colour as a piece of paper.
In the sun I am the same colour as a red piece of paper.
With brown dots on it.
;)

Sometimes I think I'm pretty but sometimes I wonder how anybody as ugly as me doesn't get things thrown at her in the street.
I have balloons for breasts. And not those disgusting shrivelled balloons either, I'm not 80.

I am usually always smiling and a lot of the time I'm dancing (:

Anyway, I'll put some action in this...so

Complaining time

All my friends are ditching me for men.
It is not even slightly good.
I hate everyone.

All this would be avoided if I threw acid in all of my friends' faces, sort of like an initiation ritual.
Now that is a plan.

love life? pfft.

Instead of doing anything constructive, I've decided to come and write another fascinating blog about my life.

I think, that as a teenage girl, I should write a blog about my love life, because then I might make myself seem a little bit more like a teenage girl.

So my love life right now consists of (I will change names to hide identities)

Elliot
This is my ex-boyfriend, he cheated on me with another girl for 6 months, and they are still together. She is fat and really clingy (I promise I'm not jealous). They've been together for nearly a year and a half (that's right folks, I've been single for nearly a year...but wait, I hear you ask, you said you haven't had a boyfriend since you were 14, well, I might have lied. and not really counted this one).
He is the only guy I have actually ever cared for, but it's cool, we're now, ahem, 'friends'. Friends in this case means whenever he is drunk or horny or if he argues with fatty, he calls me and tells me that he has always loved me, and he thinks we should get back together because he's 'grown up and it will work now, I promise'. I usually reply with 'let's have this discussion in the morning when you're sober and it's not 3 AM'. We have yet to have the morning discussion.
Just last week, he was begging to see me again, and offered to skip college to come sleep at my house for a few nights. I politely declined, I really can't afford to miss any more college, considering my grades are already slipping.
In conclusion, this is a very lovely boy who turns my knees to jelly whenever I talk to him. Yeah, I'm actually a normal teenage girl, who'd've thunk it?

Josh
I swear I'm having so much fun making up names :)

Anyway, Josh. This is a guy I have gotten really into recently...
He's bad news. Mainly because he's my ex-best friend's ex.
And it's not even like me and her argued, we just drifted.
But the biggest problem with him is the fact I stalk him.
I cannot be content with talking to him every so often, and I can't do the whole play-it-cool thing.
I want to talk to him every second of everyday.
I think I creeped him out.
And he's heard so many rumours about my past, and most of them are true.
I am a wild wild woman.
Such is life.

He is beautiful though.

Daniel

He used to be the one I could rely on if I needed someone, he used to be my best friend.
All that got ruined the day I decided to sleep with him, and it's been downhill since then.
All we ever do is have sex. And then he won't call or text until he wants it again. In the last two years, I've only seen him once and not had sex with him, and all the other times, I've gone along like some little lamb.
He sort of makes me quite happy when I am with him, for all his 'hard man' persona, he's pretty clever and insightful.

But don't tell him I said that.

I wrote this thing about a month ago and never posted it, I don't know why.
All that's happened is Daniel's now in a relationship and won't talk to me anymore. I am truly gutted. Seriously.