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I love spending the weekend away from the drama at sixth form (which transfers to Ritz on Saturdays).

So far I've managed to save up 12euros (I can't find the symbol on my keyboard)
And I've been smoke-free for four days. :D (might consider starting again)

But screw dieting, I'm perfectly comfortable in my own body, along with some of its wobbly bits yes! Dieting will come along alone.
I gave up exercising as well, I'm so lazy at times. :|

Will put up a good post in a few days. I can't be bothered right now.

Boohoo.

I don't get it. Today, I had my first exam at sixth form. I was quite calm, as usual. Then I entered the canteen, you could almost see sweat patches under everyone's armpits, everyone had dark circles beneath their eyes, everyone was flicking through papers and stressing out. And these so stressed out people are the people who study the most. Blah.

I need to go study for my applied mathematics exam.
So I can sweat and stress and cry.

On a side note, illejla ha nfattruha.

meet red without his mop.

sometimes happiness gets drunk

You can all go fuck yourselves
You so-called tortured souls
But I'll cover your ears so you won't hear the screams and moans
If I could I'd just throw the earth into the sun
But I'd cover your eyes until my hand melted off

And I don't want a funeral
'Cause I don't like people looking at me
And I don't want to get married
'Cause I don't want someone touching me
I'm fine
I really want to die
Tonight I really want to die
But don't worry
No don't worry
I won't hurt me

The Ropes.

If I were a boy.

No Beyoncé, I don't think I'd understand how it feels to love a girl, and I wouldn't swear I'd be a better man, and I definitely wouldn't listen to her.

Instead, I'd be one of the cool guys. It's not fair, women can't be cool and hip the way men can. Girls just need to have big boobs. That's stupid, really. Men can play COD. If a girl plays COD she's a disgrace to females all around - and in the eyes of me, she's one of them (they're oblivious to the pair of buns you have jiggling beneath them). They get to count all the lays they had, they get to actually have a lot of lays without being called whores. Maybe I don't have my priorities set right, I don't know - but to me, that's appealing.

To me, men are cool and generally, women are nagging, controlling idiots.

Oh well, might as well start using a strap on!

I'm already thinking about getting Facebook back, I need to criticise something, badly.

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As I have nothing else to do, I decided to rate you readers.

On a scale of one to ten:

• I give a ten to Red. For reasons unknown. :P
• A ten to Andii, for being awesome.
• A nine to Robert, for not yet figuring out how to accept the invite to read this blog. :P
• A nine to Shaun, for having a Jew-fro.
• An eight to Marie Claire, for her continuously updated blog, and for her courage to spend a year in Germany. (I admire her so much for that)
• A seven to Fabian, for interesting himself in my blog, and for getting on with my pervy sick jokes.
  
• aaaand, last but not least. A seven to Nathan for having such an awesome blog himself and for sharing my same thoughts. (Assuming that what's written on his blog is true.)

Thanks my dear readers, I will keep you updated.

If you're not happy with your ratings, I'll be more than eager to have a one-on-one session to receive your complaints. :G

Oh look, I seem to shower naked as well.

It's about time that I post a blog about the useless groups/pages everyone seems to love to join. Not that I care, but to avoid certain recurring misunderstandings I have to make clear that this is not a post relating to someone in particular. A lot of people join groups. Don't ask me why.

So basically, these pages are just a way to show all of Facebook what you like to do and how you do it, or as is most applicable here - what you WISH you like to do, and how you WISH you do it. Like the group "I don't hate you, I just lost all respect for you!" I know some people who joined that page personally, and most of them prefer to join such pages to get over their rage. That's so lame, really. Personally, I would prefer some beating up. Even if I was on the other side of the coin.

So when ke$ha released her first single, someone HAD TO start a fan page about it. I still need to understand why anyone would want to be a fan of "I wake up in the morning feeling like P diddy" or "Dont you hate when you wake up in the morning and NOT feeling like P diddy." These groups really make me dislike ke$ha more. She's stupid already. Her songs are shallow, and they're making her seem more shallow by sticking to her phrase of "Wake up in the morning feeling like P diddy." Really, what does P. Diddy feel like? Is that a racist comment?

Then there's the look-at-me-I'm-so-awesome fan pages:

• "I shower naked." Jeeze we have so much in common, we should totally elope.
• "I use my brother's/sister's laptop/pc/mac without asking them". You're such a rebel honey.
• "if ALCOHOL isn't the answer! ... the wrong question was being asked !!" Did you come up with that? Why don't you use that intelligence in learning some proper vocabulary, and punctuating your sentences.

Then, there's the WIN groups! The ones I like personally. "A Lion would never cheat on his wife.. but a Tiger wood!", "Don't Kanye me or I will Chris Brown you and Tiger Woods your Mother" and the classic "Girls think giving birth is hard, try playing COD with a laggy connection." Hey I'm a girl, and I'd like to give birth someday, but I do enjoy COD like any other guy.

Get a fucking room.

"as every day passes me by the love in my hjeart grows stronger and she becomes more beautiful in my eyes i love ______ shes my princess"

Oh my god. I can't believe people like this actually exist. First of all, whatever happened to punctuation and correcting typos? Secondly, WHAT THE FUCK? This particular couple seems to have indulged in creating a Facebook account just so that they could show the world how 'in love' they are. Obviously he's dying to have some pussy, while she is in a bad case of infatuation. The only thing they do is like each other's statuses and pictures.

"finally the knight is happy he has the best girl in the world to love him and he sure to god loves her with all his heart"

Why the fuck is he calling himself a knight?
I thought knights were supposed to be bangable.

Yet, on her profile, the only statuses you see are how her straightener got broken, and how sick she feels.
And obviously, an occasional wall post from her dear boyfriend.

Now, take a look at this. Dear Sammy had probably done something wrong, don't ask me to fathom how the deranged couple's mind works.

enlarge if you feel arsed to.

Drown in your own misery, and make yourself a favour.

I really don't get some twats. Online, they think they're the best. They stalk people behind their monitors, copy them, 'bully' them, seek attention from their 'friends' so they can bully them as well, then when you see them in real life it's like seeing the living dead.

You know, there's really a lot of difference between you and me.
Hell, I doubt you'll find another person who'll tell you to your face how repugnant you really are. Someone who's afraid of the truth isn't for this world.

But to try and turn my boyfriend against me?
Come on, get serious.

You need a good lay (yes, I am implying that the one you have isn't good enough).
But first, you need to be attractive.

Brand new start.

I've decided to start living up to the name of my blog; so I deleted all my previous posts.

I don't care how many people are hurt in the process, that really is not my problem.
I like to get things off my conscience, see? I'm not forcing anyone to read my posts.

Keep tuned. :)

I talk like this cause I can back it up.

My first post, and I have to make it clear that this blog may be used for the purpose of criticism. If you can't take criticism, just leave. It' s not on a personal level, but on a general one. People bother other people, I feel the need to criticise about who bothers me - feel free to criticise me, unlike most people I handle it well. Also, as my blog description clearly states, criticising and insulting are two COMPLETELY different verbs.
I go for brutal honesty, and I don't care whether you asked for my opinion or not.

mmk?