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Hannah wrote a poem in an entry last night. It looked more like a suicide not than a poem. Which scares me. She's my greatest friend. I know how unhappy she is, but I'm just not ready to lose her. I just feel to hateful to the people that make her so unhappy. The could leave her alone, but they keep on taunting. They never stop.
Hannah, if you're reading this talk to me. I want to make sure you're okay.
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[28 Nov 2006|08:47pm] |
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My December - Linkin Park |
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( BORED )
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[25 Nov 2006|07:03pm] |
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I had a life yesterday. Having a life is fun.
I went to Cardiff with Amy and Laura. We saw Casino Royale. A brilliant film. We all enjoyed it, even Amy found no faults. It was sad that Abi couldn't come, so Laura drew a picture of her and we carried the picture around Cardiff with us. It even had it's own seat in the cinema.
We saw Beth with Lauren, Emma and Laura.F, we decided not to tell them that the next train was coming on our side of the station, not theirs. Teehee. We saw Mrs Burrage in Waterstones, stalked her for a bit, and had a chat. We did see Verity with her mum, but she didn't see us. We were sat in Starbucks waving like maniacs and her mum gave us the funniest look.
I bought the Gothic Archies' CD and Amy bought Meatloaf's new CD. (Mum forbade me from buying a book).
I had a really fun time. I <3 Inset Days!!!
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| Tests |
[21 Nov 2006|05:04pm] |
I had three test results back today. One I did very well in, the other two I failed. :(
I had 84% in History, which made me happy, as I really like History and didn't expect such good marks. But I had 30% in Maths, which didn't suprise me, but is still rather disapointing, and 48% in Chemistry, which was also disapointing because I did revise for it and thought I had done better.
I know Chem and Maths aren't my strong points, so I going to try to work harder in them. Sraffies - If I mention that I have a test and don't bother to revise, FORCE ME INTO IT! KICK ME FROM CHAT IF YOU MUST! My Maths modules are only in January, that's only two months away, and we still have lots more work to do. I really don't want to fail.
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| Miracle on St David's Day - I love this poem |
[17 Nov 2006|11:49pm] |
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"They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude"
The Daffodils by W.Wordsworth
An afternoon yellow and open-mouthed
with daffodils. The sun treads the path
among cedars and enormous oaks.
It might be a country house, guests strolling,
the rumps of gardeners between nursery shrubs.
I am reading poetry to the insane.
An old woman, interrupting, offers
as many buckets of coal as I need.
A beautiful chestnut-haired boy listens
entirely absorbed. A schizophrenic
on a good day, they tell me later.
In a cage of first March sun, a woman
sits not listening, not seeing, not feeling.
In her neat clothes the woman is absent.
A big, mild man is tenderly led
to his chair. He has never spoken.
His labourer’s hands on his knees, he rocks
gently to the rhythms of the poems.
I read to their presences, absences,
to the big, dumb labouring man as he rocks.
He is suddenly standing, silently,
huge and mild, but I feel afraid. Like slow
movement of spring water or the first bird
of the year in the breaking darkness
the labourer's voice recites "The Daffodills"
The nurses are frozen, alert; the patients
seem to listen. He is hoarse but word-perfect.
Outside the daffodills are still as wax,
a thousand, ten thousand their syllables
unspoken, their creams and yellows still.
Forty years ago, in a Valleys school,
the class recited poetry by rote.
Since the dumbness of misery fell
he has remembered there was a music
of speech and that once he had something to say.
When he's done, before the applause, we observe
the flower's silence. A thrush sings
and the daffodills are flame.
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[05 Nov 2006|09:40pm] |
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It was a cyst. A big "Phew!" all around. =)
The doctor was awesome. Tasmanian. And talked to me, not Nan or Aunty Irene. It was something to do with the breast tissue during periods and stuff. I didn't take all of it in.
Anyway, he produces this massive needle and is like "D'you want me to get rid of it now?", I couldn't nod faster. It hurt like hell, and I cried, but I'm glad it's gone. He said that it may 'refill' again, and to call his secetary if it does and he'll fit me in straight away.
I'm so relieved.
Anyway, for my Half Term.
Monday - Did nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Tuesday - Did the same as the day before.
Wednesday - Went shopping with Nan, Aunty Irene, Aunty Helen and Cerys. Had a ball. (I sound so lame!) Saw Catherine with Bethan and Rachel (my cousin Anthony's kids). They are so big! I can remember Emma being pregnant with Bethan, I felt so old!
Thursday - Went to the cinema in cardiff with Amy Hull, Abi Hackling and Laura Barrett. Had so much fun. Saw Click, which was cool. Bought a book from Forbidden Planet. Spent an hour in Waterstones. Looked for the book that Hitler wrote in prison, 'Mein Kampf'. (Wasn't there, unfortunately.) Had an amazing time and I hope we do it again.
Friday - The dreaded appointment!! *bloodcurdling screams*
Saturday - Annual Hair Day. Had hair cut, obviously.
Peace out.
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| Rhiann's party. |
[28 Oct 2006|10:04pm] |
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Don't Stand So Close To Me |
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So, Rhiann's halloween/bonfire night party was tonight. Out of our 'group' only Sara and I were there. Rhiann's other friends were there too, and some cockneys who she knows, but Sara and I just stood there like dressed-up lemons.
Anyway, we watched the fireworks inside, on our own and ignored the last, very loud bit. Instead we talked about the Shauna thing. (The Shauna Thing - Shauna Thomas, a total bitch! got raped a while back.)
We nicked a couple of sweets and talked talked talked. I never talk to Sara much, which is quite sad. She's nice, and has this brilliant sense of humor. We ate burgers and sat outside on our own. Then Rhiann and co came outside with sparklers. Sarah and I cowered away and met Ana, a very cool friend of Rhiann's, who was dressed as a dead ballerina. She's awesome. We talked and stuff.
Sara and I talked even more and then Rhiann brought us some barcardi breezer things and we talked with her. Time passed and then Sara and I had to go. Mum and Dad picked me up and within five minutes of them my good mood disappeared and I was pissed off. Ah well.
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| Celeb look-alikes. |
[27 Oct 2006|05:30pm] |
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| Bleh blehblahbleh bleh. |
[08 Oct 2006|04:19pm] |
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Dad punched me earlier. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make me see stars (especially as it was on my temple). Just because I didn't want to hug him. C'mon! They went to Temby for the weekend, does he really expect me to miss him? Two fricken days!
Pah, the sooner I get out of this house the better.
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[03 Oct 2006|06:26pm] |
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So, Bampy went to the hospital for a check-up on this throat and they've found another lump on his breat. It's the cancer, I know it's the cancer. They don't know what it is yet (CANCER!!!!!) but they need to remove it ASAP.
Ugh, just as he's getting over the last op, he's got to have another one. It's not bloody fair. Why can't someone else have cancer? Why him?
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| NALGO |
[16 Sep 2006|10:36pm] |
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So, there's a NALGO next thursday. Hannah asked me if I wanted to go. I said I'll ask but I know I'd be allowed. I've been allowed for a while, I just didn't mention it. I want to go this time. I'll have to sleep over nan's, but I normally stay over on Thursdays. To be honest, I'm a little scared of going. But that's just my fear of big crows full of people I don't know.
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| Bleh. |
[16 Sep 2006|11:16am] |
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So, today I'm feeling like crap. My stomach aches are back and the medicene I took earlier didn't work.
Yesterday, Nan went to see a friend of hers, who happens to be a Clairvoyant. *rolls eyes* Anyway, she was talking about me (as per usual) and that I'd like to be an author and that I was taking media studies and stuff. The Clairvoyant said that it was a wonderful thing and that it takes a lot of imagination to be an author. Anyway, as my nan went to leave, she ran forward and grabbed my nan's hand and said- "America. Tell you grandaughter to go to America. She will not do well here, but she will in America."
Nan told me that the Clairvoyant told her some things many years ago and many of them came true. I don't believe in that stuff, but just because I don't believe in it doesn't make it not true. *ponders*
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| Test. |
[13 Sep 2006|07:33pm] |
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My Personality
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Neuroticism
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Extraversion
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Openness To Experience
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Agreeableness
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| Shopping |
[01 Sep 2006|06:05pm] |
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Save Me - Aimee Mann |
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Went to town with Dad and Mum today. I had to go to teh opticians.
Ugh, My mum's so annoying! She walks like she's in a daze and her head's in the clouds. I complained to dad, cos it's just embarrasing. He said something along the lines of "I've lived with it for seventeen years, she's not going to change" great. She's worse when she decides that I need new bras. She states (very loudly) that I outgrow them so quickly and flounces off through all the women's shops. Dad just snickers and hides somewhere.
That's another thing that annoys me. My dad seems to know everyone! We'll walk into town and he'll know every person we pass. He stops to chat with most of them. "Oh she works in the hospital" "Used to live by me on Swansea road" "Played darts with me years ago" It's so infuriating!
Bah, anyway, I went to the opticians. My eyesight's worse by two steps. He was kinda disapointed, as my eyesight didn't get worse for the first time last year, and they hoped that it was starting to get better, but alas. I don't mind. As comic book guy would say - I'm having the coolest glasses EVER! Violet, Lime and Yellow. :) So funky.
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| Feeling lonely |
[30 Aug 2006|10:33pm] |
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So, I was listening to Dan talk about his girlfriend out in America and how much he loves and misses her and I felt sad. I'm happy for him, really. But I want that. Someone to love me.
Yes, I know that I'm only fourteen and probally won't experiance love for a few years, but I feel so lonely sometimes. None of my friends seem to really care about me, and my parents just think i'm their weird little girl who'll stay the same forever. I hardly ever tell them the truth when they ask me how I feel anymore.
I haven't mentioned this to anyone, as I know what they'll say.
I'll just wallow in the lonliness and hope for some light in my dark little corner of the universe.
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| Yesterday. |
[27 Aug 2006|10:08am] |
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And I Love Her - Teh Beatles |
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Yesterday I went on a boat trip, The Balmoral. We've gone on it for a few years. It went from Penarth to Ilfracombe. Here's a brief summary: Got soaked, threw up over my top, my jeans, my bag, the floor, my dad, then he threw up over himself, the floor and me. We repeated this a few times. I had a bit of a kip, and felt somewhat better. Dad didn't. it took him a few glasses of tonic water and some pills. We all took the seasickness pills. Dad, me, Gwyn, Susan. Alan didn't.
On the way back home, dad bought me a little toy sheep, I managed to read some of Artemis Fowl and the Lost Colony, and everything was pretty okay. We had dinner in the Ty Nant and then we got dropped off on Brecon road. I ha a lot of hugs off mum, and then went to bed.
End.
:P
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| How Normal Are You? |
[25 Aug 2006|12:43pm] |
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Public Image Ltd - Public Image Ltd. |
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| You Are 30% Normal |
You sure do march to your own beat...
But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all
You think on a totally different wavelength
And it's often a chore to get people to understand you |
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