how it goes...

hi bloggy!
listening to fireflies and walking past the garden of those people whose garden smells like shit. anyway, doccers says i should be honest on my blog so here goes. i kind of like like stewart but im not sure if it's a rebound ( from vin ) anyway, doc figured that out on her own, smart girl! and i told her she can come to les mis, heather is going to be RAGING but who cares riiiiiiight?? gah i think i might actually like like stewart (not as a rebound) but i don't think he could like me like that (even though i was drawing love hearts in physics and gemma totally saw me) grr laters bloggy! ok, at no10 now and suuuuper bored because it turns out, they DON'T have an internet connection, which sucks because im baby-sitting aunt jean and all i have to amuse myself is "Another Cinderella Story" which is actually pretty awesome because sue sylvester from glee is one of the main characters! omg i <3 when she says "one of the many things your not good at like marriage, running a successful club and finding a hairstyle that doesn't make you look like a lesbian. love ya like a sister" sue makes me lol ((; gahh valentines day is coming up and im undecided on whether or not to send a tiny cut out paper heart in stewart's locker. im gonna try and get doccers to find out his locker number.... *hint hint blogged hint bloggable hint* im about to go completely mental!!! aunt jean asked for hot chocolate then she wanted to eat something too, so i brought her a slice of cake and her hot chocolate then she says "how hot is it?" and i say "don't worry, it's not hot enough to burn your tongue" then goes and makes that moaning noise that tells me i've committed a crime worse than murder, getting the temperature of her bed-time beverage incorrect. so she tastes it and asks me to reheat it and i go down and do it, then slump back into my seat and call mum, she doesn't pick up. i've been here an hour and three-quarters and to be honest, i feel i've been robbed, should i not be paid for this kind of stuff? i know the carers do and they only stay for like half an hour. I WANTS MA MONEY! these here are hard times for a girl in such a financially secure place as me, especially when i have to do two jobs, both unpaid (work with p7's for three hours and occassionally am pushed off of the brink of sanity by my great-aunt) and for what??? two half-melted ferrero roche's doesn't cut it anymore I'M BLOODY FOURTEEN AND FULLY CAPABLE OF MURDER!!! figured out that in the time i've been here, i would have earned just under £7, gonna bring this issue up with my mum, my modern studies teacher and the scottish parliament, but not alex sammond, that guy scares me!
laters bloggy, love you loads baby
xox

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