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[13 Jul 2005|09:00pm]
i havent posted on here in a long long while. i hope you all remember me.

anyway. you guys remember george right? well last night he said he might want to get back with me. i cant actually believe this. he has a new phone number, i gave him my new number this morning but he hasnt contacted me. we agreed to meet up soon and have a chat. i'm so scared. ive been waiting all day for him to come online. i dont know whether to be happy or cry. i'm so on edge. i miss him so much. this is the first time he's said anything like this to me since we broke up 7 months ago.

you dont understand how much george actually means to me. i'm nothing without him. and now he's given me the hope i will have him back.

i feel like i've been sitting alone in the dark and the light has just been turned on, and i havent been alone all along.
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[01 Apr 2005|08:29pm]
[ mood | happy ]

i feel ill. i've been getting up after midday for the past few days now, and i burnt my tongue last night showing chopper i can drink hotter tea than him, or something. i was quite drunk last night, i got on a skateboard in the kitchen. yeah. clever.

anyway, been seeing a lot of craig recently. think it's official now, everyones calling us a couple now, so that's nice :) it's so fucking weird though, being close to someone again. i saw george yesterday while he was at work and he clocked me but didnt say hello, just served ellie. it made me feel fucking weird... craig said i was being weird to him last night, and i think it's just because i felt funny being affectionate to someone other than george. it's tough. i hate it. coz craig has blatently a million things better about him than george, and i know that. i get kinda silly and excited when i find out about yet more gorgeous people he's actually slept with though. i'm SO shallow. someone with a lot of notches on the bedpost of sexy as hell girls is good for me.

i'm going to hell.

i'm speaking to jamie again now, just because it's easier, and i don't want to lose friends when i have a boyfriend, like i always do. might be going out later, luke's gonna call me. apparently pat's not pissed off about me going off with craig instead of him, so that's good news. we never were very intense anyway though, whereas i've been seeing craig every day for the past week and a bit and been staying round his flat every night too... i do like having snuggles again though. never got this with jamie or pat, so this is especially nuts.

i have so much fun with craig though, it's not right having a boyfriend who's fun, i'm used to tight arsed snobs.

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[02 Jul 2004|01:46am]
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[17 May 2004|10:00pm]
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[11 Apr 2004|02:36pm]
LMFAO!!!!!!! kate
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[01 Feb 2004|02:55pm]
[ mood | weird ]

If no one bids on my distillers tickets in the next 5 hours. I am fucked.

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[25 Jan 2004|09:52pm]
[ mood | okay ]

I'm procrastinating. Again. I think that's the only reason i enroll myself into education repeatedly, because i'm an excellent procrastinater and it makes me feel like i'm good at something, if not the current course.
I have period pains, i'm a woman again. i hate it.
I'm selling some distillers tickets on ebay at the moment, but i'm a bit worried coz some have started the bidding at 50p, fuck am i gonna settle with 50p for 2 tickets, i'd rather go and have a nap there.
I have been writing out ancient sanskrit this evening in my sketchbook for my yoga scent project, it's so boring. I'd rather be sitting complaining about boredom, because at least that's easy.
I watched the goonies tonight. I always thought it had gremlins in, but i think i must have been getting it confused with critters.
I wrote some stuff on my guitar aswell. See, procrastinating can be useful.

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[27 Oct 2003|08:13pm]
[ mood | bored ]

i just bid 8p on the Geri Yoga video. i can just about afford that one i think.
not that i really want to see the outline of geris bits while she pulls painful positions for me. *bzzzzz*

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[27 Oct 2003|06:50pm]
[ mood | creative ]

Weird, i have had 2 people who i dont ever talk to normally, talk to me on MSN today. Dean (an old friend i did my GCSEs with) and Jamie (a boy who looks like he should be in the lostprophets). Everyone must be having an unexciting half term, apart from those who actually do go out, whatever that is.
I got asked ID for cigarettes earlier, the one time i didnt have my bag with me coz i'd left it at the bar across the road (where i'd just bought a beer without any ID). And this girl said to me 'are you 16?' and i said 'Im 19' and she asked for some ID and i said 'well its across the road in that bar' and she was all 'mmmhh...well...' and i said 'look - a tattoo, im frickin 19' and she went 'oh ok'. Silly child. I did look young today though, coz i just threw on a red cardy, homeless jeans and last nights make up was still there, but i certainly didnt look like i wasn't even legal to hump.
I really really miss george, we've been having a really lovely time together recently. We feel like we've just started going out, because it was nearly a year ago we got together. And he's at work now and i wont see him til tomorrow lunchtime and that seems fucking years away. I'm such a girl.

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[19 Oct 2003|07:33pm]
I'm bored. I'm bidding for this.
at first it was just for the hell of it, but now i really really want it. damn ebay and tits to hell.
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why are these so fun? [18 Aug 2003|02:14pm]
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beer and sex and chips and gravy [18 Jun 2003|06:14pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

damn, people are so easily juiced.

i've been found, yet again, by people who don't even like me but insist on reading my diary. so...

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damn, <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/redlipbombshell/39958.html">people are so easily juiced</a>.

i've been found, yet again, by people who don't even like me but insist on reading my diary. so...

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black ears black bum black twat, yeh, the facts of life [16 Jun 2003|01:57pm]
[ mood | calm ]

i'm not quite sure where i was going with that subject tits...hehe (that was meant to be title but my fingers appeared to have prefered it to be tits, fine by me)
My cat just came in covered in pot pouree. I'm a bit worried where he's been rolling; in some gold star and moon painted bathroom belonging to a floating skirt woman with pendants who talks out of her arse. My mum used to be friends with someone like that, she did my pyschology coursework for me.
I'm getting a lift over to georges later coz he's finished college and this means we can have sex more. Ok, so it doesn't really, but i'd liek to think that.
I'm having a stupid bleed that was brought on by the morning after pill, what a piss off, i only finished my week long period last week (about then), stupid stupid george and his stupid penis. I can't get no satisfaction. oh dear, that really did just happen.
I've set george on a mission to find me tops and make me an f-minus stencil for my new top i've made. his reply was:
: stop thinkin start drinkin : says:
i gnan go

aaw. this means nothing to me.

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sorry? what was that? i've gone deaf from pop punk, thank god [15 Jun 2003|08:58pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

I just came back from seeing anal dave down the road, they were pants. I hate pop punk, STOP BEING SO BLOODY HAPPY! Anyway, i'm deaf now.
I went with my dad, i'm so cool. He met up with this woman my dad knows called Diane who i've always hated, she's patronizing and thick as phlegm. She over heard me talking to my dad about there being far too many girls at this show who's heads i wanted to kick in, then we were outside and vic the vocalist for anal dave was trying to get me to go in and then talked to me about bronco lee and thought i was cool coz i know them (lol), and i didnt wanna go in by myself really, coz i was in a horrible mood and wasn't really up for getting in a fight, so i bugged my dad to come in and Diane said 'ooo tough girl!' and they laughed...and i was like WHAT THE FUCK? i should have turned round and asked if she wanted an example, retarded bitch.
Work was shit yesterday, i was in a bad mood and over worked.
George cleaned my room out today, he's such a sweetheart, i don't know what i'd do without him. I can actually put my feet under my computer table now without fear i'll disturb a nest of insects/snakes/rats/trolls.
So, i'm gonna try take advantage of the fact i'm a bit tipsy for free and stop being a grump for once.
p.s. i tried the ljfriends thing, but _starlet made me realise i have a problem with saying nice things about others. that's pretty bastardy actually.

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loser [13 Jun 2003|05:16pm]
[ mood | moody ]

i'm a really bad loser. I played a basketball game with george on PS2 earlier, and i lost by 3 point. A vicious beating, some sulking and me hiding his phone til he admitted he cheated and i should have won, shortly followed.
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buffy chatting with my mum [12 Jun 2003|09:33pm]
[ mood | giggly ]

was the final ever buffy tonight.

+justice not politics+ says:
spike died :(
Nicola says:
Nicola says:
poor spikey
+justice not politics+ says:
Nicola says:
but then it doesn';t really matter if its over
+justice not politics+ says:
Nicola says:
did buffykill him
Nicola says:
+justice not politics+ says:
Nicola says:
whoa, way to go spike
+justice not politics+ says:
george thinks we're sad
Nicola says:
silvia was having a buffy buffet
Nicola says:
for the last episode
+justice not politics+ says:
ok, now that's sad

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quality control [12 Jun 2003|12:13pm]
[ mood | determined ]

I just did a harsh friends clean up, for those of you who i deleted, it was based on who's diary i feel i want to continue to read, and i kinda don't like lyrics filling my friends page up, i get a seething urge to eat glass whenever i see written out lyrics... this makes me a brainless numbfuck, i'm sure. Meh. sorry.
I'm attempting to clean my room... but i have to have someone to talk to and help me through it just incase i discover a family of spiders and need some reassurance, and as there is no one online..here for you, is what i go through to clean my horribly unhealthy room.
Stage 1 - rotting food, plates, mugs etc
12:20: threw away some cans of coke secretly to avoid a bollocking from my dad about wasting stuff... quickly side tracked by The Forgotten.
12:26: just got quite high off smelling a can of really old extra strong cider
12:30: reasonably completed... apart from a very old glass of mould that has been hiding at the back of my dresser
12:32 attempted to battle what i discovered is two glasses of close to mushroom fungus, but decided to wait for someone else to do it for me

Stage 2 - bin bag
12:40: i am starting to blame george for the mess in my room, because i found some of his rubbish by my bed.
12:42: getting high off bin bag fumes
12:44: paranoia kicking in, im
not really trusting flip flops to protect me against creepy crawlies
12:45: big fly just came in and scared the crap out of me, screamed like a girl
12:48: found a can of cider. claiming it.
12:50: nausea kicking in, something is watching me and waiting to pounce, i just know it. I think i'm gonna need some george-help to sterlize down the side of my bedside table...
13:04: procrastinating. i've started to make a new top.
13:24: top was crap, waste of time
13: 25: i give up.

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ya'alright darlin? [11 Jun 2003|06:18pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

i just smoked a dog end. well... shut up.
I've got a head cold, my head feels like it's exploding with illness and i want to shake all my snot out. I hocked some phelgm in the bin in the shop today. score.
I had a dream last night that my mum was driving manically close to the edge of cliffs and then there was a traffic jam so we just ran in the other lane. There were demon little monster things eating everyone that looked like the goonies and one was trying to pull the cushion off the sofa but it was too heavy for it, so i pointed and jeered. I also got a tattoo under my belly button and it felt really nice, but i'm not gonna get tattooed there til i've had a baby, coz it'll stretch and look barf.
My back really hurts, i've been bending my back over the counter all afternoon trying to stretch it. Jackie my boss doesnt seem to mind what happens because she's quiting being manager soon, so we just go pfaah get it yourself, no we're out of every size, piss off. I was on the till all day just reading the newspaper.
There was a drunk man on the train i just got home who was sitting opposite me going "what the what? that over there... he did ya know..." aaaw. i wish i was in my own little world.

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