And I eat men like air

I hate most things. I hate. I'm a hater. I just want everything to fuck off for about 5 years.
Here are some reasons why.

• In the words of Girls Aloud, 'I can't speak French'. Unfortunately, I can't 'let the funky music do the talking'. It is my GCSE French Speaking Exam on Thursday.

• The credit crunch has affected my busking. I like to think it' s the financial situation, rather than that I've gone rubbish. I put in the effort. I dance these days, fucking hellll. I'm hungry for the dollahhh.

• The reason why I need money is not to buy myself dresses anymore. It actually isn't. It's to buy train tickets to London to see my lovely lover. But I can't. Because 1) I don't have money, because of the previous point 2) The trains have been messed up for the last few months, so you have to change all over the place and it takes like 3 hours or something.

• Nowhere sells nice prom dresses.

"So that was the first big weekend of the summer"

No really, the best weekend. Ever.
My hair still smells of cigarettes and my mouth still tastes like pins and needles.

And cackle with a knife in your pretty spine

So here's to new beginnings. Well, no.
I've caved in and got myself one of these blog-type-things. So I can tell you all about my silly little teenage life, and my silly little teenage thoughts. And by 'you all', I really mean Maddie and Jenny, and my family when they google-stalk me. It's happened before, it'll happen again.

It's Latitude tomorrow. Got 10 minutes tomorrow evening, and another 10 on Saturday morning. Uh... yeah. It's not looking too sparkly at the moment; my set's written out on a little bit of scrumpled up paper and my outfits are sprawled all over my bed. Yes, that's right, I still haven't picked what I'm going to wear. And I thought I was feminine...