Cold feet = not so happy.

Jesus Christ I can't even type properly, what is with my mother and not turning on the gas fire.
It's like we have it just for decor or something, which is weird because I don't know why anybody would want a 70's style gasfire?!

So, I finished 'Guitar Girl' by Sarra Manning. I wasn't disappointed, her stories never fail to entertain me but always leave me in a daze for the next few days. I kind of cried too, because I'm soppy like that. And now I just want to write. I should be doing essays, but instead I'm finding all this crap on the internet which I wouldn't have found if I had nothing to do.

I'm now regretting drinking last night as tomorrow it's new years eve, which means more times ahead of me making a right idiot out of myself and then I'll probably cry over one of my friends shoulders because I don't have a good looking boy to kiss at midnight. I can deal with hangovers, what I can't deal with is my extreme heights of humiliation the next day when I realise I've had an argument for the sake of arguments (on one occasion I just decided to apologise a lot because I couldn't even string a witty sentence together), I've had a 'heart to heart' with a friend and basically told them everything and made it one show about me oh and don't forget all the 'not very lady-like' talking and rowdiness. I apologise now.

Another thing, why the hell does everybody want it to snow?! Yeah, it looks nice for a day, but I hate the view of the snow when my face has landed on the ground and it has the imprint of my body and all the reminders of how I should be losing weight - not going out for a Greggs.

Hmm, I seem to be gorging on a Lindt Swiss Tradition box whilst that daunting thought is over my head. But I believe that if you get a lot of chocolate for Christmas you should just eat them and get it over with, then got to the gym the next with a vengeful attitude.

I think I'm going to watch this film called 'Persepolis', it was in my Christmas box and I've already gone through Tarantino, so I'm ready for a bit of animation. Not too sure what it's about but.......it looks cool!

Anyway, Inabit.
Kitty.

Does this mean I'm a blogger?

Okay. This is something I wanted to try, so here goes...

I started up a Daily Booth account. I never stuck to that, some of the people annoyed me on there.

At least I don't have to upload a picture to every post.

Today has been total rubbish. Although, I started the gym, which is good i suppose.
I can't get that Lady Gaga song out of my head, wherever I go these days I come out with random words from the song, it gets bad when it's quiet and I'm sat there going 'rah-rah-ah-ah-ah'

I know that whoever is reading this is now going 'Roma Roma-ma'

Anyway, so I've entered a Fanfic competition called 'The Kids Contest' and it's voting time, I hope whoever is reading this blog will have a look on my story and vote. (:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5512363/1/Beads_Of_Innocence

It's much appreciated.

Anyway, might write back later. But macaroni cheese is calling.

Kitty