Why are guys such pain in the butts? Seriously. Get a grip?

I hate guys so much sometimes. One minute they like you and you're talking to them all happily and shiz and the next you say the tiniest little thing that sets them off and they give you the cold shoulder. Wtf, man?! I'm a bit of a Crush-Slag right now. I like three or four guys, all of them are at least a year and a half older than me, ahaha. So it's obvious that I go for older men, isn't it? Well do you know what? I might become a fucking nun. That's what!

Ooh, it's Christmas Eve right now. The mad, deranged, freakish, odd, scary & just plain silly family are arriving soon. I'm still in my PJs. Ohhh crap. But the thing is, I really can't be bothered to change into anything more suitable for the family dinner. Tomorrow I'll have a new iPod and a new camera. Which I was forced to wrap even though I was actually there when it was bought. My dad says that my mum will like the surprise of seeing me open it? What is she? A moron? No I don't think so, father.

What else can I write? Oh yes, New Year is going to be good because the one & only Alice is here. Oh & on Saturday my parents are going to a party and leaving me here to be babysat by my aunt. I find this ridiculous. I'll end up being forced to watch movies with her all night instead of being on my beloved laptop or testing out my new camera while listening to my new iPod. If only life always went my way, things would be so much better, for me that is.

Not for some people of course, because I would have them shot. And I would let my little year 7 friend, Shannon, shoot them with a large rifle the size of her. She really is tiny, bless her little cotton socks. I know that sounds quite sad that I'm friends with a year 7, but basically all the girls in my year look out for her because she is just so awesome & we love her, and her bob.

Anyway, that was not the point of this blog. I've ranted about Chrimboli and Shannon and New Year and stuff.

Guys. Sometimes they deserve to be shot in the foot and stabbed in the ear thrice. If only a sixteen year old Sirius Black would come and take me away to a land of perfectness. That would be nice, so long as he had brilliant hair. That's what I love about guys most, their hair & eyes. Mmmh. If you have horrible hair and/or horrible eyes, I'm sorry but you're just not the one for me. Personality obviously counts too, but while I am not looking for Mr. Right just yet I'm allowed to be shallow. I'm a teenage girl for god's sake!

No-one is going to end up reading this so yerno, it is basically like a diary left open. Someone MIGHT read it, but probably not.

WAIT. Who on God's green earth wouldn't read an open diary? Or am I just a snoopy, conniving little biatch.

Not that I'm little, even if people do say I'm short. Thing is, everyone else is just fucking lanky! That's the problem. You bitches, I hate you. I ABHOR YOU. Yes, that's right. Rosie Veronica Mae Coultate does not love you, you tall people.

LONG LIVE LEPRECHAUNS!

What kind of world do I live in? I am such a freak it's unbelievable.

GUYS = Stupid, egotistical, moodswinging, horrible, some of them are gorgeous & others not, can't live with 'em but you certainly cannot live without them. Basically, they are infuriating but we all love them, we being girls and gay guys. I love gays, they're the coolest thing since sliced bread. Lezzers though? Hmm I'm not so sure about them, they're probably all lovely people, but I don't understand their way of seeing things, sorry girls.

Anyway, I'm off to go get changed and prepare to face the 'rents and the rest of the loons. Oh but at least there's cake for later.

Note; I am not a fat pig. I just like cake, who doesn't? A