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That's a nice positive title.

I should really blog soon. Everybody else has been so good with the bloggage, and after endlessly arsing about with mine and getting it back down to 2, one pure blog, one pure quotes, I just haven't bothered. 

And I don't know why, it's not like there hasn't been enough to blog about (eg. my awesome awesome 18th - thank you peoples who came and made it awesome, if it weren't for you, I would have been in a nice dress, with good music, getting drunk with my sister; the whole Funday Fiasco, capital F, capital F; true love conquering all; being sick; prebs and all the scandal that entailed, for there was much; how 2 of our most spinstery teachers spent a Friday evening watching my videos and then proceeded to gossip about it in the office, and about how disgraceful and inappropriate it is,  despite the fact that it's none of their fucking business what I do in my free time, and I won't name them, but I think you can guess who has no life enough to while away a Friday evening watching a 6th year who isn't even in any of their classes on the innternet; how much work I have to do and no way I can do it; how I am completely incapable of work at all etc etc etc) but I just chose not to.

And if you could get through that garbled parenthesis, then you deserve my love.. though if you're reading this, you probably already have it, so just have some more, and sit quietly on the edge 'til I've taught the newbies the steps and I can do something more complex with you. Anyone remember that from their youths? Oh to be advanced enough to sit on the edge while the retards learned the basics of whatever it was we were doing. The feeling of utter superiority to be one of the handful up against the wall watching them. Childhood. Good times.

I think my ipod knows I'm blogging. I don't like bouncy types when I blog, it's distracting, and I'm normally not in the mood to hear it when I do. I've done well to avoid that sort of carry-on so far this year. Well ish. A few minor hiccups, but in the main I'm not as unhappy as I was last year. That could also be to do with the fact that I'm eating properly this year. Well I say properly, not healthily or anything, just crap when I want it basically. Like the cookies. Sweet mother the cookies! They're beautiful!! I don't know why I'm surprised, considering their kitchen of origin, but still. I brought in 6 this morning, 3 for breakfast, 3 for break. Or 4 for breakfast, 2 for break, I'm weak. Seriously, how in God's name did I do controlled eating for a month and a half???? And how can I get back into it after Christmas??

No eating between January whatever-th, when we get back to school til St. Patrick's Day. And we all know the reason why.. well nobody wants a fat fangirl;)

I mean, I'm scary enough as it is, all loud and huge, there's no need to add any unnesscessary unpleasantries. Besides I'm going to explode, I don't want to leave a big heavy corpse behind, that's just rude.

And I know this is of no interest to anyone at all, but over the summer I got into writing in my diary (most beautiful oldy worldy book with some extract from "La Chasse" embossed on the cover, and Mozart's signature on the foldy over bit. You know those notebooks with the foldy over bit of cover? Yeah it's one of those. Paperblanks. That's the one.) about whatever I felt like, in a most glorious free and easy way. This person's name here, that person's name there, the exact cause of my woe here, that's person's effect there, it was wonderful, not the guarded, third person, no mention of anything concrete, style thing I have to use here cos of people I know (all 3, 4 of you?) who read this. I mean I love you and all, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you anything about me. Like really about me. Or is it about really me? Or just the real me?

You'd think it would get a bit strange to be someone to everybody else, and be someone else on the inside. But I like the me I've set up on the outside, it's bearable, people seem to like it, and it's not like it's fake or anything, it's just a very particular type of me. People me, if you will. I'm sure loads of people do this, it's not just me, I'm not that special, or interesting.

Oh well I've got to put my family face on and go down for Thanksgiving dinner. I can't even begin to explain. I wearing my dress for Paddy's in case your interested. Even if it is a bit summery;)

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