please, i can't help it, i have the cd. i know.

so yeah. it's really good for voice training. she has this weird modern thing of slipping her voice up and down notes really quickly, with quite a wide range. it's like mariah carey, except it's almost tolerable. yey. :). not that i should be voice training. pfft. not since i stopped playing guitar. :(. what's the point anymore? i reached a certain level, didn't have the means to further it, gave up.

on to more important matters, i let slip to my sister yesterday that i couldn't see the tv very well from the back of the room. she was shocked, and immediately told my mother *groan* who leapt on the phone and made me an appointment with an eye-doctor-person. exactly what i *didn't* want to happen. i'm too ugly for glasses, and yes, contacts would be nice, but we can't afford to get me a pair of glasses, let alone contacts.

i got some new trainers today. discount-store ones :) whooooeeee. but yeah. for like a fiver, you can get really nice trainers. also stocked up on stationary stuff for college. i'm all organised and my bedroom is tidy. yey. :). makes me feel secure... but i wish i hadn't let my mum pay.. i'll have to pay her back. that and the leeds festival ticket.. they've never spent £95 on me on my birthday before in my life, like, ever, dudes. it *was* for my eighteenth birthday, but still. big mistake. huge.

i have to go shopping now.

[eeek. why do i DO that? god damn julia roberts!]

considering the fact that my birthday is on bonfire night, and leeds festival campgrounds really did go up in flames, i guess i did do well out of it. they even had loads of fireworks after the last song from ff - beloved dave grohl. ahhh. sigh.

got a stack of partially empty prozac boxes littering my side.
surrounded by boxes of matches and discarded razor blades.
compelled by something inside to finish everything.

with.

a.

full stop.

where is it written in stone that every child should walk alone? out on their own..?

sniff. sniff. am being perfetic, i knows. jus feel a wickle bit perfetic. forgive me.

hee.

2002-08-30 - 10:17 p.m.
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