Ah no! Run ya cows, it's the polis!

Friday. Friday. Friday. (Christmas. Taiwan)
I'm tired. So tired. Like my feet are chained to the floor.
Broke up with Jamie. Well, in my head anyway. I'm not sure he was so upset, or that he even realised what a great relationship we've been having. I'm mean with the touch and the "Hey! Wassup?" we'd been getting along better than any two people I know. It was like dreamy for me, but that's all gone now. I finally said Enough is Enough is Enough. I can't go on, I can't go on no more yeah.
I've been avoiding him ever since, but hopefully we can still be friends.
JANICE!
She is so annoying. You just can't stay mad with her for long. When she found out that I had been psychologically in a long-term relationship with Jamie (like, three weeks!) she said no to going out with him. I tried to change her mind. Said it didn't matter, but I think she picked up on my real feelings and told him to shove it! He was quite shocked I think, to have Janice refuse a date. It must've really hurt him, but NO! I don't care, I must stay strong and be filled with hatred for him. That way me and Janice can stay best friends, hopefully forever, and never let a man get in the way.
Besides I've met someone else. His name's Richard. He's so sweet. I saw him in the supermarked the other day. He totally stared at my ass in dairy. Then, when I was looking for some organic sunflower seeds I saw him again, looking at bags of wheat, but he wasn't really because as soon as I left he followed. It was really exciting because he is HOT! I managed to get a picture of someone who looks a bit like him. Hang on...

There. He looks just like this, but with clothes on and standing up.
God, my posts are so long. I'm verbose beyond my years. I should be cute and young and brief.
Bye.

Jamie and JANICE!

So, there I was, minding my own business, just talking to Jean-Paul about Mr Carter's toupe, when I saw Jamie coming out of the main block. I admit, I got real flustered when I saw him. I just get this feeling, down there, whenever he's near or even when he's not near, but I think about him. Like, on Sunday I was having coffee with my gran and she said something which reminded me of him, she said 'Oh, blarney' or somthing Irish like that, and I went hard, like real hard and I put my hand down, just to adjust it, you know, put it against my belly and she was going on about her new dishwasher and how Grandpa never puts the garbage out any more. Anyway, I started to touch myself, there in front of my gran. I'm the first to admit it's disgusting, but it was just the thought of Jamie and her saying 'Oh, blarney' and all that. But anyway, so Jamie comes out and I get a little tingle down my spine. Then he comes over and I'm like, Ahhhhh! (but only on the inside) and he said 'Hey! Wassup?' and I just tossed my head like a horse, a great bit horsey man and he said 'I'm taking Janice to the pictures on Tuesday night, she's cool'.
WHAT THE FU K IS GOING ON!
JANICE!
BITCH DIE BITCH DIE!
She is so going to get it when she comes round. I can't believe it, she knows me a Jamie are like, soul-mates AND she knows that I LOOOOOVE him. Oooooh. I'm so angry. I'm going to go and eat a Biryani.
Bye.

Windowlene and Black Boots

Monday. (Seventh Day Adventist Current Bun Bake-off)
School in ten minutes. Just had to get back on my computer after my mom checked it out for pornographic downloads. It was really quite embarassing. I thought I'd wiped everything, but then she found this picture of Jamie and I was like "Oh, it's just a guy at school. God! I don't even know how it got there" I think she might suspect something. Yesterday she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I just said all the usual stuff like how I was working too hard. I hate lying to her. I'm thinking of making her believe Janice to be my girlfriend. You know. I could let her come into my bedroom and scrabble up off the bed adjusting my pants and stuff. Janice could just get one of her breasts out I reckon. That would probably draw my mom's eye plenty and, hey presto! She'll quit bugging me.
Gotta' go. I said I'd meet Deborah and Cerise before class and style their hair. I hate Cerise so I'm thinking of a French plait, but Deborah's nice, kind of quiet a geeky, she only hangs around with Cerise to be used as a kind of verbal ash-tray for that spiteful girls ramlings. I'll do something nice for her.
Bye.
Oh, this is a big wheel I found:
It's got two boats on it. Interesting huh?