Simply cannot believe that there are girls in my year who have never had orgasms. The poor things.
Since - I don’t want to use the term ‘breaking up with’ because that isn’t what it was - but since ‘the thing’ with Danny, Sam having a girlfriend bothers me more than it should. I hope they aren’t going to the Hunters Club gig on Saturday.
My Mother has been secretly Facebooking my ex boyfriend. Doesn’t get any weirder than that lah.
Fuck it, okay, I want to be in a relationship.
As dumb as this sounds, the boy in year eleven actually feels like a prospect. Thats dumb. But I’m determined to start speaking to him, okay.
And Georgia didn’t text me. And that hurt. Really.
And Danny… Damn.
This sucks. I feel so far away from happiness now.
I spent this evening planning my wedding. In detail. With sketches.
I am very comfortable with my body. I don’t know whether it’s just because I find female bodies attractive, but mine seems to be quite nice. It’s just my face that ruins it.
I have a little team of people trying to find out who hot year eleven jumper boy is before he leaves.
Here’s a list of songs that remind me of people, or my situation, or just songs really.
Radiohead - Idioteque
Pulp - Lipgloss
Ultravox - Just for a Moment
The Kooks - See the World
Sigur Rós - Hoppipolla
Sleeper - Atomic
Kraftwerk - The Model
Radiohead - Karma Police
Coldplay - Green Eyes
Fionn Regan - Dogwood Blossom
Radiohead - High and Dry
