I’ve just realised: I have been doing this blog for a whole year now and have enlightened you with no other than 100 posts before this one.
What an ocassion, eh?!
Ciao, bambini!
PS i’ve started a dream diary, if anything particularly interesting comes up I’ll let you know. Be warned: for me interesting includes MCR and wolves, which may or may not be frequent.
Okay, so I’m currently in the school hall witnessing the insanity that is getting sent home from school due to the snow. It’s kind of pointless seeing that it’s now 3:00, but I’m not complaining. It was quite fun to observe the snowball fights at breaktime, and we get tomorrow off, too. I’m trying to get tyrough to my little sister Maria cause apparently her school is closing, and I’ve just called my mum to ask her to pick me up/ remind her to call the hospital for my physio appointment.
Oh yeah, we found out my knee problem is meniscal damage after all.
On that note, I bid thee farewell, as my fingers are now officially to frozen to type. Ciao bambini!
Last Day of School, consists of:
Non uniform, (Black and orange with my hair in a beehive and smokey eyes).
Captain Scarlet! (Spectrum is Green!)
“I thought you spacejockeys like to ride high?”
And ‘The Holiday’, that Xmas movie with Jack Black and Cameron Diaz.
And those ‘girls’ who harangue me? The police gave them ASBOs. They walked past me in the street after school, one spat the ‘emo kid’ line at me. And do you know what? It made me laugh out loud, because I dont think I’ve ever been happier than I am now. So do you know what my retaliation was?
“Happy Christmas!!”
It was all that needed saying.
It’s not a side effect of the cocaine, I am thinking it must be love?
Okay, so I’m watching FOB’s new ‘I Don’t Care’ video on the ‘tube, and on my ‘recommended videos for you’ bit (or whatever) there is a video titled ‘my chemical romance STILL sucks’. All it is is some guy shooting the Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge CD with an arrow, but of course, I’m not having any of it. This, bambini, is the result.
Me: If you hate My Chem so much why did you support them by going out and buying their album? Get a life. *Okay, I admit, not one of my best, but it does improve*
Idkfawin32: Lol. You fuckin emos all have the same comebacks. Its either “Get A Life” or “You have nothing better to do”. YOu fucking conformist douchebags need to shut the fuck up.
Me: lol all you want, you’re not funny. Actually, I admit that I do find the fact that you need to bulk out your argument by swearing and insulting me like a twelve year old slightly amusing.
The point I was trying to make was that I don’t go round trashing CDs I don’t like, I say, ‘I don’t like that music personally, but if you do then that’s okay, I won’t judge you.’ All I ask is the same respect in return, can you manage that?
Also, I’m not emo or conformist, and I don’t NEED to do anything.
Idkfawin32: I like to search inside, for all the things that you all hide. Whats the problem? Can’t you seem to, Search through these problems that haunt and taunt you? I smile, while you’re* afraid. You run, while you’re *(He can’t even spell your. Ha!) soul pays.
Do you ever see outside you fears?
Thinking about your life
Thinking about your inner fears
HELL YEAH. Korn
BlackFire77756: Korn is great
Me: I could throw lyrics straight back at you, but I won’t, because I can support my own opinions with my own words, not someone else’s.
BlackFire77756: no you don’t. don’t lie.
you cant tell me your*(and HE can’t even spell you’re. sheesh.) so perfect.
i’ve heard it all before
Me: I’m not lying. You obviously just don’t understand the concept of being broadminded.
At no point did I say I was perfect, because I know that I’m not.
And if you’ve heard it before, why do you continue to pursue your feeble arguements?
BlackFire77756: you sure do talk alot, Croppley. you sure you know what feeble even meens?
if anything here is feeble, its your attempt to try and make us undertsand why grown men and women bounce around on stage complaining and whining like sissies and promoting defeatism and self loathing and angst against things they dont understand. complain for complaining sake.
Why would I ever agree shit like this is ok?
Me: Yes, I do. D’you know what defeatism is, ’cause if you did you sure as hell wouldn’t accuse MCR of it.
And you talk a lot too… Doesn’t mean you actually say much. (: This is because, in my opinion, it seems like you don’t know what you’re talking about, ’cause I’ve never supported a single band in my life who do anything but actively discourage self loathing or angst. At least we agree on the fact that those things are wrong messages for music to convey. As I said, I’m no emo kid.
BlackFire77756: fuck you i know what defeatism is. i don’t need to explain shit if you cant understand.
you know what i dont even know why the hell I’m continuing this shit. you just dont get it. all your doing is taking what I say and questioning it without any answers. I know my shit do you know what your talking about?
Me: Ooh, looks like someones getting cranky!
Here, let me explain. Its when someone gives up without a fight, something I dont do very often.
Wow, youve had a revelation! I dont know why youre continuing with this either.
Well of course Im questioning what youve said, because it is flawed. Im just trying to make you think about what youre saying.
Also, I am answering you, because I’m writing this.
Yes, I do know what Im talking about. Thanks for asking. 
BlackFire77756: look at you. now that you know im backing off you act so tough. I dont htink its worth my time to teach a kindergardner like you about grown up ideas. you just wont get it. now I leave you with this big fuck you emo kindergardner!
Me: Oh, you’re the big man, aren’t you? You must be very proud. Well done, have a gold sticker, you can make up your own insults! I won’t bother defending myself against ‘kindergartener’ because well, we all know I’m not, don’t we? Don’t worry, I don’t need you to teach me. I’ll cope, dear.
As I said, I’m not emo.
There’s not much more I really need to say now, is there? Thanks for your opinion.
Will update if there’s anything else… somehow I think it won’t get much better’n that. Ciao, bambini!
The birds are singing, the sun is shining (okay, it’s not) but school is done for the year! Six long weeks of freedom lie ahead. But I’m going to tell you about today.
So today was great, as it was, THE LAST DAY! Which also means… Non uniform! Now, I told you about my plan, which was… to wear my Blacklist dress! Seeing as The Black Parade Is Dead! and all, I thought I’d go crazy and wear my Black Parade dress. If you don’t know what that is, it looks a lot like this (but with someone else wearing it).
(Nice, innit?)
And, although all my friends love it too (or so they tell me 
), many people seemed to object to my wearing it. And, to express their disgust, they used the original, truthful and imaginative insult of shouting ‘FXXXING EMO!’ at me and giving me filthy looks (insinuating ‘go slit your wrists and die, dirty scum’, and doing this unashamedly) as I walked down corridors and went about my own business. And, rather than retaliate in the way they would like by a) crying and getting upset, b) swearing and getting violent, c) staring at them solemnly then self harming, or d) giving up and telling them I was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again, I simply laughed at them and asked them loudly if they had an observation to make, and if so would they state it? followed by shooting down their petty and pitiful statements of my emo-ness. (Explain exactly what an emo is? And am I that? And what are you? And actually, I don’t care what you think.)
And no, I did not call a single one of them a chav or stereotype them in the way they did to me, because I never would. And that makes me feel a whole lot better, because it means I’m a better person. I would also like to mention today was great, so there, ChemicalCrew. I spent the afternoon tug of warring, and chillaxing with my real friends, and it was great. All I can say now is, roll on the summer! Ciao, bambini!
(PS: Full moon tonight! Promise I’ll update you before the next.)
After much deliberation and debate I have decided to delete this blog. My reasons for taking this course of action are as follows:
My life isn’t getting any more interesting.
I don’t update you as frequently as I used to.
My memory is starting to fade around the edges and I find it difficult to recall the day’s events for you, making my posts uninteresting and babbling on.
No one actually reads this, apart from your occasional visits.
Plus…
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APRIL FOOLS!
hahahaaahahahahaaahaha
bwahmuhohomuhaha
tee hee
Oh, I forgot to mention, and I think you’ll be interested to know that I’ve been living up to my title: honeypot to the chavflies, or alternatively chavmagnet. I prefer honeypot, however, as chavmagnet implies that the chavs like me.
Anyway, I was in Touchwood with Blondie and Golden when some 18 year old looking tall fat male chavs step off the escalators. As we are kind of celebrating Clitherow, Golden decided we should all wear something yellow, so Blondie was wearing a SpongeBob top and I was wearing the closest possible match I could find – a pair of green skinny jeans. (My wardrobe is mainly monochrome). So these ‘lads’ step off the escalators and obviously think they are the kings of cool, guffawing and being loud and obnoxious. They decide they are Britains next best comediens and immensly funny so, feeling arrogant, they stride up behind us and start shouting, ‘Haw, haw, I love spongebob!’ and ‘Tee hee, bogey jeans’, et cetera. At this point Blondie turns the brightest shade of red I have ever seen. Now if there’s one thing I can take ‘like a man’, so to speak, it is these people insulting me. But when they embarass my friends, they have crossed the line. I am like a wolf over her cubs when it comes to my friends. Except I would never kill my friends if I thought they might get eaten… anyway. So I turn round to this boy (have I mentioned that without my school shoes I am not particularly tall?) who is twice my height and probably bodyweight and say,
‘Haw haw haw. You’re soo original mate. How did you get to be so funny? Haw haw haw.’ Then mouth to his equally tall friend, ‘Nice trackies, hypocrite.’ Not that he’d know what that meant. Upon which abashed looking first young man looks me in the eye, clenches his fists, turns an angry shade of purple, opens and closes his big mouth, tries to find something to say, goes very very very pink, shuts his gob, and shuffles off, much to his mates’ embarrassment. So depending on how you look at it, I either did something very clever or very stupid.
But remember folks, don’t try this at home. Or out on the streets. Cause you know what they say:- never argue with a dumb person. They bring you down to their level, then beat you with experience. Unless of course, you are the one and only Loupina.
