horoscopes
So I never normally read horoscopes. I think they're a load of shit made up by some crackhead calling herself Witchy Wendela, read only by lonely middle-aged housewives.
But according to Charlotte's copy of 'Now!' or 'Heat' or some other retarded gossip magazine, last Friday, several people would propose to me.

I wish. Anyways, the closest thing I got to a marriage proposal was this crappy Christian drama group. My school sucks; they book all these goddamn 'fun activities' for us, then change everything at the last minute. I had been informed that the drama thing would be during second period, giving the chance to do my maths coursework during science. Instead, dickhead Dawkins changed the drama thing to first period, so I was in deep shit, etc, etc.
Anyhow, this actor person with a gay voice but a nice smile came on to me an approximate seven times in that hour, and wouldn't shut up about how I was a really good actor/he liked my hair/eyes etc. Maybe I should have been flattered? Oh well. Didn't want to appear desperate, did I?

Was later asked out by Dale who is a near stranger. Aside from the time he tried to have sex with me in public last month, I'd never spoken to him. So I was about to say sorry, but no, when he blushed and walked away. I guess I should react quicker to people's questions.

Oh, and then Darren told me he loved me. Ben stroked my leg for six seconds in the library then made out like it was an accident. Oh, and about three di

feeling so crazy right now
Or not.

So this is my blog. One of many, because I start one, write in it for a month or so, get fed up, then make another. So don't expect me to write here for much longer than a month.

..anyways, I would just like to say that it's Saturday and I'm bored and I'm tempted to go watch CD:UK and see if any worthwhile acts are performing this week, but my dear father is listening to women wailing about Jesus on Radio Three (see, we have digital radio on our TV now.)
I would also like to explain the background picture of my blog. Fuck knows where it is, but it's a ROAD/highway/freeway/whatever you want to call it, leading away from somewhere, and it's a road that I want to be on.
One day I will escape this butthole suburb of this mostly butthole capital city of this butthole country and actually go somewhere and do something with my life instead of spending eight hours listening to middle-aged people drone on about the reaction between magnesium and sulphuric acid, or how cumulative frequency is a useful analysis method for measurements, or the number of German bombers that crashed during WW11.

I'm talking about the waste of time that is school, of course. My parents say that the best way to avoid stress is by only doing things that are worthwhile. In my opinion, having the pH of soil in Indonesia drilled into my head is not worthwhile. I spend forty-ish hours in that dull, depressingly confined building every week, and for what? 90% of the shit that I'm supposed to learn there will never ever be of any use to me whatsoever in later life. Why not just let me quit school once I have the basics?

Something just came to me. Maybe I should try getting expelled?


I would totally screw up the school's reputation and results. Now, I never boast; I prefer to let people admire for themselves, but I am a bright student. The brightest student of an ethnic minority (ie. not white) in my year. I got 89% in an English paper on which everyone else in the year got between 20 and 46% on. And I didn't cheat. So everyone expects me to like - that's right - ENJOY school, just because I'm good at it.

As you've probably realized, I find it to be the most boring, mind-numbing experience in my life.

So in my perfect world, I would quit school, shock everyone because I'm a 'quiet, studious rebel' and that type of behaviour 'isn't like her', somehow travel the world, and write about my experiences. But without money, my perfect world would not be practical. Believe it or not, I would need money to travel the world. Strangely enough, I also hate the whole concept of money, mainly because it causes so many problems, but also because it has a strong link with school:

Why do I have to go to school?
So I can get a good education.
Why do I need a good education?
So I can get a good job.
Why do I need a good job?
So I can earn alot of MONEY.


See? If there was no such thing as money, I wouldn't have to go to school, crime would hardly exist, people would be happy, no-one would be poor or rich, and everything would be free.

Sometimes I wonder why politicians are so stupid. In theory, my philosophies and ideas would work a hell of alot better than their retarded 'destroy Iraq's non-existent nuclear weapons' and 'more nurses and teachers for better health and education' plans that don't work anyway. And then the politicians have the audacity to wonder WHY their plans failed. Well, they failed because of a lack of funding. See? MORE problems caused by money..