I was almost not going to blog today. Hot and really in a cant be bothered mood. Funny how today I was really thinking I was going to struggle to have something to blog about but this afternoon just all of a sudden made me think of things. I felt really bitchy as well. So here I am blogging. Still bothering to blog suprisingly. Normally these things don't last this long. Perhaps it's because I set it as one of my homepages so it comes up often so I just do it- that's probably it.
I like to blog since it can just clear my mind for a while and I can reflect back upon my thoughts however, no matter hom much I blog, it's not going to explain why people do what they do or why such things happen.
The only main downside to blogging is that you cannot realy discuss the issues unless someone you knoww reads it, but only WY knows of it anyway since I'm keeping in anonymous. Unless I decide to talk about it it just stays within a blog mainly to myself and it doesn't really solve anything- only provides a let out.
Today I spent the day at the beach since JF (female JF, not the other one) is going to New Zealand Wednesday morning. Big group. Most of my direct group, the extended group plus some work people plus a few of their friends. Didn't mind the group actually. MB was a bit annoying, could have done without her but she was in the loop so guess she had to come. So we had Me, HG, WY, SG, JF, AW, TF, H_, MB, MS, JW, JS, RG, NS, DK, LC, MJ, SS, AW, SM, SH, JM, TB. Quite a list. So SH, JF, MB were from Hungry Jack's, JM and TB were friends of SH, but the rest were from school. AW, TF, H_, MS and SM don't sit in our direct group. DK and LC don't often come to group things so that was different. KB had work so she didn't go but she works across the road from the beach so we did visit but she was to busy beinga cold hard bitch, and when she saw us during her break she was a scabbing faggot. Who asks people to visit them and then not acknowledge them. Bitch.
The only main downside to blogging is that you cannot realy discuss the issues unless someone you knoww reads it, but only WY knows of it anyway since I'm keeping in anonymous. Unless I decide to talk about it it just stays within a blog mainly to myself and it doesn't really solve anything- only provides a let out.
Today I spent the day at the beach since JF (female JF, not the other one) is going to New Zealand Wednesday morning. Big group. Most of my direct group, the extended group plus some work people plus a few of their friends. Didn't mind the group actually. MB was a bit annoying, could have done without her but she was in the loop so guess she had to come. So we had Me, HG, WY, SG, JF, AW, TF, H_, MB, MS, JW, JS, RG, NS, DK, LC, MJ, SS, AW, SM, SH, JM, TB. Quite a list. So SH, JF, MB were from Hungry Jack's, JM and TB were friends of SH, but the rest were from school. AW, TF, H_, MS and SM don't sit in our direct group. DK and LC don't often come to group things so that was different. KB had work so she didn't go but she works across the road from the beach so we did visit but she was to busy beinga cold hard bitch, and when she saw us during her break she was a scabbing faggot. Who asks people to visit them and then not acknowledge them. Bitch.
Guys were normal. Why do they always scream though when I'm at the beach in my bathers? Get used to it, I've done it a hundred time before. If you can't stand to see a chick in a bikini you must be gay. Stupid. And today they started pathetic Moby Dick jokes. Moby Dick being the albino whale. Fuck them, I don't tan and i don't give a flying crap either, I just won't be getting skin cancer (mind you at this rate of sun who knows- as much as your cream you still get burnt and dehydrated and ick... over outdoors now.) and I aint fat. If 52kgs is fat then most people over the age of 14 are overweight...unless they are anoerxic or a stick midget. So screw them. Shouldn't call girls fat, not nice. I don't care I know better. Although I would like to tone up more.
So got home and sunburnt on top of feet, forearms, back of legs, thighs and even though i put a bucket of sunscreen on- my face. Poop.
ZM is in a bitchy mood this month so when she came home she was a bugger. Sibbling love. 11 year olds. Gah. OG was pissing me off. He created a JF (boy) Sucks group on facebook. So he's copping alot of shit now but he's been a fuck wit. Irritating.
So anyway, OG and KB have annoyed me the most and ZM is coming up close second... or third? Tonight was good. CHSW had rants about bits and pieces. Boyfriends, friends, etc. Sparked more of my thoughts which I kept to myself, can't even remember what they were now.
Funny how when I start a blog I think I'll say heaps but after awhile things seem to be said short or I just forget it. It's actually pretty good. Not that I worry but it's quite... fun to jot these things down. Oh well, I feel satisified now.
By the way if anyone find out how to actually pop a cherry (the fruit) please tell me. Because the saying "popped her cherry" when a girl loses her virginity still doesn't make sense to me. Like, how on earth do cherries pop?
ZM is in a bitchy mood this month so when she came home she was a bugger. Sibbling love. 11 year olds. Gah. OG was pissing me off. He created a JF (boy) Sucks group on facebook. So he's copping alot of shit now but he's been a fuck wit. Irritating.
So anyway, OG and KB have annoyed me the most and ZM is coming up close second... or third? Tonight was good. CHSW had rants about bits and pieces. Boyfriends, friends, etc. Sparked more of my thoughts which I kept to myself, can't even remember what they were now.
Funny how when I start a blog I think I'll say heaps but after awhile things seem to be said short or I just forget it. It's actually pretty good. Not that I worry but it's quite... fun to jot these things down. Oh well, I feel satisified now.
By the way if anyone find out how to actually pop a cherry (the fruit) please tell me. Because the saying "popped her cherry" when a girl loses her virginity still doesn't make sense to me. Like, how on earth do cherries pop?
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