This is a complete warning for my friends who are going to be around for the rest of my life.

I know what I'm gonna do for my 19th birthday already. So if you care enough, start watching The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, because I'm totally having a Haruhi themed party. :D

So a lot of my family came over today for a BBQ. It's not as huge as the ones we usually have as a reunion in the middle of summer, but it was nice. There's a photo from one we had about 4 years, and there's just a tonne of people there. Here, look:


Badge, Helena, Jaden, my mum, Rebecca, Rhiann, Me, Martain, Kayley, Barney, Natalie, Lois, Margret, Gary, Darren, Oscar, Lisa and Richard are the only people I can really make out on this photo.

So it's been nice, and I'm looking forward to the freakin' huge BBQ we're gonna have, and we're gonna have a swimming pool and everyone being there. I like my family. They're nice.

Me and Claky are starting on the summer list soon, starting with the film. I can't wait to see it. It looks awesome. <33

Yeah, I feel stupid now. Completely stupid. I watched something about Michael Jackson this morning and now I feel pretty sad about it. He was a good musician, he has my respect, but that's all I'm going to say about him. Promise.

My parents are getting back in about 4 hours, I've broke the TV and I rang up my mum in tears. I'm not well, at all, but I still have to clean. My mum told me not to worry about it, but if I left it, she'd be mad. So that's my job for the rest of the day.

When Twitter just isn't good enough:


6:00pm - I'm still gutted Tom and Matt aren't on coach trip anymore.
6:03pm - Sylvia can fuck off. "You're still a loser." That's why I'm the 4th ranked assassin?
6:14pm - Totally owned Speed Buster.
6:16pm - Gamer nourishment = noodles, always.
6:26pm - Hi, this is Diane, from Beefhead vidoes! <3
6:33pm - Just stop being outside my house, or at least stop laughing.
6:41pm - Stress. This is why I shouldn't look for new layouts.
6:52pm - I love these layouts, I really can't choose.
6:54pm - I like the scrapbook-y looking one, but it's literally, just the posts
7:00pm - Happy one hour into doing this. Stupid.
7:13pm - Everyones altering their scheduel for Michael Jackson programmes
7:38pm - Figuring out how to use these freakin' layouts
7:57pm - Drunks are out already.
8:21pm - The Haruhi layout didn't work D:
8:28pm - This one is better, I like it, and it's staying. Who needs Adsense?
8:39pm - This programme is really, really, bad.
8:42pm - No More Heroes again for me.
8:43pm - I crashed into a wall D:
8:49pm - 21 scorpions bitch.
8:58pm - I need money. So much money D:
9:12pm - I need to remember too see Dr. Naomi
9:35pm - EPISODE 41 :D
9:57pm - Episode 41 was great. Just killed 97 people on NMH
10:00pm - Have I really been doing this for four hours?
10:28pm - Going to start on operation clean up. God help me.
10:53pm - I'll do the rest tomorrow morning. 8am start for me.
11:01pm - LOL MOTOR PIGEON.
11:05pm - How did I not make that jump?!
11:06pm - Time to run over some baseball players
11:07pm - The baseball players knocked me off my bike D:
11:11pm - Make a wish!
11:16pm - Beat an entire baseball team. They had fucking guns.
11:18pm - They're all going to pay, yeah, with their fucking lives.
11:25pm - Totally owned Bad Girl. How did she ever get to rank 2? o_o
11:26pm - Sylvia is a bitch.
11:28pm - Oh, crap, forgot to save. Oh well.
11:33pm - I'm going to bed. I hope this has been insightful.

Okay, so by now, you've probably heard that last night (I think) Michael Jackson died of suspected heart failure (if you didn't know about it, sorry to tell you!). I'm not going to sit here and say how much I loved him and he was my hero and blah blah blah because that wouldn't be true.

Although I think it's extremely sad that he died at a young-ish age, I'm not cut up about it. I did not know him personally, and I barely had an opinion on him as it was. Just because he is no longer alive, doesn't mean that I'm going to start saying he was an amazing person. I don't know that for sure, and I don't see much point in trying to milk sympathy out of everyone.

I will say I kinda liked his music, it was fun.

I'm just fed up of saying that this is the day music died. Seriously, wtf? Michael Jackson is one person who created music in a whole freakin' industry. And he influenced every pop artist that I can think of, so, you can shove that statement up your arse for all I care.

I'm just really fed up of hearing it. Can we just feel sad for an hour or so over someone you never met and then move on and talk about something else? His family and friends are pretty much the only people who should be getting sympathy about this. Yeah, his family are in my thoughts. That's a nice way to end this blog I think.

I haven't blogged in a couple of days because I'm too busy being ill and feeling sorry for myself. Sorry.

In true Haruhi Suzumiya style, me and Claky are coming up with a list of things to do this summer. I really want to do a lot of stuff since every summer after this summer, is going to be pretty sucky. Suggestions welcome, and needed, and would be greatly appreciated.



Things to do this Summer:

-Go to a theme park
-See Blood: The Last Vampire
-Stay out all night
-Summer In The City
-Gig in a city other than Nottingham
-Free Hugs
-River Trent Picnic
-See The Birthday Massacre
-Pokemon Day
-Teach Ebbie how to ride a bike
-Ashfield Show
-London Eye
-Make Scrap Books of the summer.
-Sports Tournament
-Nature Walk
-Rock Climbing
-Have a Water fight
-Card Game Tournament
-Go to a car boot, and buy at least £5 worth of crap
-Go to Yo Sushi
-Attempt Stargazing
-Have a Movie Night
-Go to Nottingham Castle

Favourite fan lyrics ever, seriously:



Rainy days
Stormy days
Lightning crashes overhead
Wind whips around
Thunder blasts down
Gales roar
Panic soars
Nature clashes with itself
Time will calm this war

See the sky
Hear it's cry
Teardrops falling to the ground
Color has fled
Greyness has spread
Flee this place
Flee this place
Sadness leaking overhead
Time will soothe this war

Raindrops fall
Raindrops fall
Clouds are bawling endlessly
Darkness has spanned
Flooding this land
Standing tall
Through the fall
Light is peering through the clouds
Time will calm this war

Mirthful tears
Mirthful tears
Sunlight beams through lawlessness
Raindrops still fall
Soothing this brawl
High above
Up above
Spread across the gleaming sky
Time will end this war

I loved Prom. After the meal and the awards were done, I'm pretty sure that our table shifted outside and stayed there for the rest of the night (apart from dancing inside for 10 minutes and getting very bored) just drinking many drinks, and smoking many cigarettes. I got to hang out with my friends, and see old friends from outside of school too, and it was just brilliant. I'm not sure that anything incredibly epic went off, but I do remember Gabby spilling her whiskey and coke all down my back, and everyone finding it fucking hilarious.

The night ended with me and other people sat with a very, very, very drunk James (who was saying "I'm okay all six Ebbie's" and things like that) who was drinking water, and eating bread, and I ended up putting him to bed as soon as he said he was gonna be sick. I was very relieved to get to bed at 3am.

My house is still a fucking state from after prom, and just looking at it makes me want to cry, but it was an awesome night, and we had nice chocolate cake :)

It's prom today.

OMGOMGOMOGMOGMRGJIUREJMQOOMFG!

I'm bored atm, so I'm gonna set the fucking Gamecube up and play on that 'til Claky gets here.

Simon and James are officially awesome - they helped me clean up yesterday, Claky's awesome because he's coming over soon, and Wardy's awesome because he just wins at making me feel better about myself.

People are amazing sometimes.

My hair will officially look amazing tomorrow for prom. I'm so so so excited about prom.

So we did my hair, we watched some TV for a while, then our Chinese food got there and we watched Lakeview Terrace, which was a terrible and pointless film. Then everyone went to bed, and I watched Extreme Makeover and Crossing Over with someone Edward. I can't remember his name. But it was nice.

This morning I woke up at the grand time of 6am, and looked after Ethan for a bit, before watching Spongebob with Jaden, getting her off to school and coming back here to find out that the tap in the back garden had been on all night, and it pretty much flooded my garden. Isn't that lovely? I'm hoping to God that it's warm this afternoon so that it can like, dry up.

Anyway, I have to go out, and then come back, and then clean, and then drive, and then clean and relax. Helena's coming over at 9am tomorrow to do my hair, so I'm freaking hoping my hair will stay up all day.

Okay, there is no doubt in my mind that this is one of my favourite shows, because there are just so many inspirational people on there, from the design team, to the contractors and the family who are getting a new house, to everyone who works on the house.

Today, there was a comedian who had cancer on, who was raising money for Cancer Research in America. What he said was beautiful, and I just have to write down the jist of it here.

"I never talk about this, but I actually lost my son to cancer. His name was Derek and he was 11 years old when he passed away. He told me that I should live every day as if it were my last. It makes me sad to think that it would take a horrible illness for a person to live every day as if it were their last. This is what people should be doing anyway."


I have to get ready to go to Helena's as soon as this has finished. I'll clean after driving tomorrow.

No more exams at Ashfield ever! I'm really excited about this!

I had like, three hours sleep last night, and I'm tired, and I've been in a shocking mood all day, so sorry to anyone who got on the wrong side of that. Especially Simon. I've been acting like his mum all day.

Tomorrow is Sisters Night, which I'm really excited about. I have to ring Helena up at about midday tomorrow to sort everything out, but otherwise, I'm excited.

I'm feeling a lot happier after my two/three hour nap. But I'm going to collapse in my bed once Extreme Makeover is done.

I don't mind thunder storms when someone else is in the house, so I was very happy that Claky was here when this epic thunder storm came out of nowhere, and knocked off the internet, made the phone beep and the sound go off on my tv.

It was pretty funny when we had to watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition with subtitles because I didn't have a clue how to make the sound come back. These girls saw their room, and the subtitles just said "SCREAMING" so we laughed.

We played a little badminton, and then played on Pokemon, and just had nerdy times. The thing with Claky is that I can not really be doing much and I can still be enjoying myself. I just get worried that he gets bored.

Last night I had a really nice three-four hour conversation with Wardy over the phone, and it was just nice to catch up and talk shit for a while. It made me feel a lot less lonely anyway.

My thought of the day is this: I would fucking hate to be on Come Dine With Me because the contestants on that show just take it upon themselves to nose around peoples homes. They just found this guys sex stuff. And then some guy went "It's okay to play dress up."

Just, ugh.

Conversation between me and Wardy:

Wardy: I have a black duvet, and it's white on the other side like, reversable.
Me: I know
Wardy: I have two of the same one because I'm idle.
Me: Why does that make you idle!?

Then there were lots of jokes about having two legs and that making Wardy idle. It's funny. Laugh because posting this will bring about my death. Via Nintendo wires. :D

I love my sisters. I got to spend a few hours with them both today. Becca's feeling a little bit better, and Helena dyed my hair. I think Ethan likes me more when I'm at his house, and Jaden was showing off what she could do on the trampoline. My family are amazing.

I'm staying at Helena's on Wednesday to watch ghost programmes, eat chinese and have a practise run of the prom hair. I'm excited. I'm sure it's going to be awesome. And Claky's coming over again tomorrow to play badminton and drink some WKD. I hope I can stop feeling sick.

Okay, time for me to be responsible and go and clean the house up. Why is it so freakin' messy already?

I've had so much fun today, playing badminton with Claky and just having a general laugh. I made him watch Coach Trip though, and he so didn't enjoy that. As a side note, I spent most of the morning watching old series of Coach Trip because there was fuck all on. I love Brendon, he makes me laugh when he gets annoyed at the people on the trip. I think Simon will be the only one to appreciate that comment.

We had such an epic time though. We got the shuttlecock (don't be childish) stuck on the roof, so I had to get that, and then we got it stuck in the tree. It was my great idea to throw one of the rackets up into the tree to try and get it down, but that just didn't work, and that ended up stuck in the tree. So we threw the other racket up, in an attempt to get the first one down and then that got stuck and it must have taken us about half an hour to get them both back. It was so funny.


Above is the least attractive picture of me ever getting the shuttlecock off the roof.

Thanks for coming over today Claky! I had a really good time, and it cheered me up, and I can't wait for you to come over again because we'll have more lulz and dominos for sure, and we can like, play badminton again. I want to beat you! Rawr!

We're watching World's Most Amazing Videos, and there's a video of a guy being sucked into the engine of a jet plane, and he said "my helmet was sucked off."

Claky burst into laughter.

I saw Green Date, and they were awesome. The singer sounded so much like Billie Joe. He could work a crowd, and he pulled me and Simon to the front in an attempt to get more people into it.

Crazy drunk man stood on my foot though. He was insane.

I like Green Date, and I want to see them again.

My parents go away tomorrow, and after listening to my nerdy music, I'm so putting Green Day on. I wish I could see them so much.

Claky drew that on MSN, and I loved it, so I just HAD to screen print it for my blog.

I saw Claky and Simon today at school, because I had to give in a doctors note, and it was nice to see them both again. I see Simon again for Luvsux and Green Date (if you didn't already know, they're a Green Day tribute band) and I see Claky again on Saturday.

I've been strangely annoyed at everything today, and I'm not going to go into detail on it because I just cannot be bothered.

I'm writing more of the new story on notepad, because it doesn't freeze up when I actually want to type something. I'm not sure that it's going to be something that I'm 100% pleased with, but I'm writing again, and I'm enjoying it, so it's not too bad.

Did anyone seriously like the last post?

I don't know, let me know what you think. :)


If you'd looked up into the sky on that particular November evening, you would have seen the array of pale blues and light purples, perhaps with a slight hint of pink. On this particular street, the curtains had been drawn in every occupied living room and bedroom, and there was a slight glow illuminating from the slight openings. One room, however, remained dark. Seemingly vacant.

However, inside that room, there was a young girl. She was no older than seventeen. Her complexion could have been compared to a piece of paper, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders messily. Her eyes were a shocking colour of blue. She was beautiful, and anyone would have thought the same thing upon seeing her slightly rounded face and her high cheekbones. She was slumped on the floor, a cigarette clutched in between her fingers, a notepad and black biro resting in front of her.

She contemplated her actions carefully for a few minutes, before stubbing out her cigarette on the nearest ceramic plate. Her hands clumbsily fumbled for the switch on her lamp, and once she'd found it, there was a little light let into the room. Just enough so she could see the notepad and pen.

She plucked the biro from the floor and began to scrawl her thoughts onto the paper. Her writing was barely comprehendible as she squinted through the dull light in an attempt to see what she was writing properly. She never considered stopping. She just continued to write her words, and hoped that someone would make sense of it.

Dear Sun. Dear Stars. Dear Earth. Dear God. Dear Everyone.

I don't understand why I am writing this now. Everything seems wrong. Everything seems like such a mess. In my eyes, anyway. I could write here, and tell you everything that was wrong in my life, but it doesn't seem right. Before I go, I can make everything seem safe, and make it seem okay.

Rather than telling you why I am leaving, I want to tell you that I love you. I don't know who's going to stumble up on this letter. I don't know who it will be. It may be my parents, or a police officer that I have never met, or someone that shouldn't be here, or is not deserving of any love. Regardless, I love you. I have so much love to give, but my years here just haven't been long enough. By saying this, I'm hoping that everyone who may read this, leaves knowing that they are loved, even if we never had the pleasure of meeting one another.

It's strange, but here, and now, I am giving my love to you on this piece of paper, and yet it is the one thing that I craved. I wanted to be loved. I wasn't worth the fight in anyones eyes. It was the one thing that could have saved me from myself, but here I am, sitting on the floor of my bedroom, contemplating my life and where it went wrong.

I hope that the world becomes a better place in the future. I hope that the disasters that seem inevitable can be stopped. I hope that after I leave, all of the people who I've met remember me in some kind of positive way. Most of all, I hope that people can start to love each other. I hope that hatred without rhyme, nor reason will stop.

Liam; I have to thank you by name because you're the most special person to me. You were the person who saw past the surface, and you were the person who embraced who I was. You were kind, and you were receiving of the bad things about who I am. I am truly sorry that I couldn't change that. I did love you, Liam, and I still do. I miss you. I never wanted you to leave. But you did. I never wanted to stop you from living your life. Don't you dare feel guilty. It isn't your fault.

All my love.
Aubury.

She glanced at the note before folding it, and clicking the lid on the pen. She shakily stood up and placed the letter on her clean desk, before opening the draw and taking out her little wooden box. She sat cross legged on the floor, and opened it, taking out its contents. A photograph, of her and Liam. She's taken the utmost care of it because it was her favourite photo. Then a case of bullets, followed by the gun. She carefully loaded it, like she was afraid to make a mistake. She took the safety off of the gun, and then pressed it to her temple. She clutched the photograph to her chest, and then looked up, through her window to see the stars that were glinting at her. She let out a small sigh, and her finger tugged on the trigger.

In those few moments, she saw everything she cared to remember. Every trip to Starbucks with her friends. Every family picnic. Every day in with Liam. Everything that made her life like it was. And for a split second, she thought putting that gun to her head was a mistake, but by then it was too late.

By then she was gone.

I'm having a better day today. I found out my grandma has diabetes, which sort of brought the okay-ness of today down to a slightly below mediocre level.

I'm having a nice talk with Livi about writing, and she's tempted to self-publish one of her old stories, much like me. (Well, she's thinking about it) Livi's incredibly talented. And I would so be a massive fan girl of her, and go up to Harrogate to assault her and make her sign my books. I love her. She's nice and stuff :)

I wanted to write again, but I'm tired, and I'm pretty sure it would be crap. So I decided to write something new, so it doesn't really matter if it's crap. It's old fan-fiction that I wrote, and I was proud of. So yeah. I was good at fan-fiction. It's different when you're writing about your own characters. When you're writing fan-fiction, you can be sure that your audience has a good idea of how most of the characters look. When you're writing something original, it's different. I wasn't prepared to describe people like I have done, and I still think it's rough to be completely honest.

But I think with every revision session I have on it, it's getting better. Travis is becoming more of his own person, as opposed to looking like Travis Touchdown from No More Heroes. Yes, that is where I got the name from, fuck off. xD

One last thing. This conversation between me and my grandma made me laugh. To put it in context, my grandad was giving me my dad's postcode.

Grandad: X
Me: X? X for what?
Grandma: X FOR OXO!
Grandad: No, Joyce. Not x for oxo. Ignore that. That's not right.

I love my grandparents.

I never have to do it again. I know I failed that exam, but I don't care, I've had a hideous day, and it's been so difficult.

But this cheered me up, I swear, I love it.

I've gone back to feeling really rubbish again. Fern's facebook status is - Such a sad day. There's one more Angel in Heaven. I saw that again, and it was just a reminder of Joshua, and I just broke down all over again. I know there were good intentions in the status thing, and I think it was really sweet, but not what I needed to read.

I feel horrible. I've been crying for the last half an hour, I have a tempreture, and a Psychology exam in eight hours. I'm going to try and get some sleep in a minute.

In spite of all that's happened, some good things have been going on. Well, only one thing really, but it was unexpected. Everyone's come closer together. I can just sit in the living room with my mum, and my step dad, and Becca and Badge, not really doing anything but watching a documentry on Lobsters and feel quite content. And me, my mum and Becca had a long conversation about Joshua, and it was nice. I can imagine what he looks like, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to see the photos yet. I just want to say, to anyone who reads this at all, that your family are important.

I have a large blood related family, but I consider a few of my friends as family too - namely Claky, Simon, Livi and Adam. I've always been closer to my friends than my family, and I know now that it was kinda wrong. It should really be an equal field.

I just hate to think that there's a family out there who aren't close, and to get close it will take a tradegy. Or an almost tradegy. When you next have chance, try and have a cup of tea with your mum, or ring your dad just to see what's going off. I'm going to be making some phone calls tomorrow when I get home, that's for sure.

Hello new follower -waves-

So today's been better. I've been feeling ill, and tired, so I didn't go into school today, like I said I would (Sorry, Simon) and I've been spending time with Becca and my Mum. Becca was telling me about Joshua today, and telling me that there's photos of him that I can look at whenever I'm ready. I'm not sure that I want to look at them right now, because my heart is still in pieces, and I'm not sure that seeing him would help right now. I still wish I could have met him.

So I've been hanging around today, not feeling happy enough to even consider my exams and university prospects right now, so I've not done any revision for my exam tomorrow, but tomorrow morning, I am going to have to talk to someone about what happened, and ask if university's will be more linient with everything. I have driving in twenty minutes, and I don't want to do it, because it's just practising manouvres and having a generally crap time, and I just want to sit at home with a can of coke and Pokemon Diamond. And I have to drive with a bandage on my ankle, which I think could be awkward.

Right, get changed, smoke, drive. And one more thing, VLR never fails to make me smile.

He's not lost, he's just waiting for you somewhere else, girl :)

xx <3


When he says things like this, I can't help but feel happy. Not elated, but a little bit happy.

He was called Joshua Roulston, he was around ten minutes old when he died. I haven't seen him, but apparently he looked like Becca, and had blonde hair, and he was really tall. I keep being told that he's a star, or an angel and he wants what's best for me, but I realise that's because there are children like Jaden and Ethan around.

Helena was telling Jaden about what had happened earlier. She said that Joshua is in the best place, and that he's okay there, but we're still very sad about it, because we would have liked to meet him.

But Becca is home, and very tired. That's a silver lining to this big grey cloud.

Rebecca lost the baby. She lost her son, my mum lost her grandson, and I lost my nephew.

Can someone please find him for me?

This might be the most emotional thing I've ever watched. I don't usually watch ER, but it was just on, so I'm watching it, and it's so sad. I'm actually crying.

I had a nice day with Claky, even though the french market was balls. I got a new manga for the first time in MONTHS, and I'm surprised I lasted so long. It was Fruits Basket 6, and it's good, and stuff. I got some straws for after prom too. I just need some plastic cups.

The update with Becca is she's had a blood transfusion, and she's on her way to Nottingham QMC, which is where she needs to be, since they have better equiptment to deal with 24+ week olds, rather than Kings Mills 26+. If that went over your head, don't worry about it. She's fine anyway. I'm hoping I can go and see her on Wednesday or something. I really miss her being around.

I love Jimmy Carr, and this show is just legend.

I've actually realised that I miss a lot of people. I miss Charlie a lot right now. It makes me sad that I don't really know what's going off in his life and when we used to do Vloggerpals, I used to feel kinda involved with someone who I've never met, and who I just vlogged to a lot. I don't know if that's starting up again. I hope so. I miss it. I also miss my old best friend, Jess, who I haven't spoken to in literally years. She declined my add on facebook. I don't know why it upset me.

Otherwise, I'm good.

The exam went okay. I tried my best, and that's all I could've done.

I have to be quick, because I have an exam tomorrow (technically today) and I've just remembered the blog. It's probably going to be pretty long, but ho hum.

Today I went to see Becca (my sister) in hospital. The hospital staff are pretty clueless as to what's wrong with her. I went with Helena (my oldest sister) and we had a laugh, considering we were on the maternity ward, and I could hear a woman giving birth about three doors down (okay, motherhood, in all seriousness, not for me anymore). Helena decided that she could use the heart monitor thing, and started singing down the microphone looking thing, before covering the top of it in this cream, and looked for the heartbeat for all of 5 seconds before realising it was too loud, and quickly turned it off. I'm laughing thinking about it right now.

Then I went home, got some money, and Helena gave me a lift to school, so I managed to go to Spar, and walk up to school in time to see a bunch of my friends, who, apparently, thought it was freezing. It was actually really weird being back there, and I really didn't like it. I can't wait until my exams are finished, and then I won't have to bother ever again - until results day. Damn. But I had a laugh with Claky, singing Chocolate Rain, and dancing at the bus stop, and being shouted at by weird van people, but whatever. The decent-ish weather brings out the prick in everyone.

So I got home, played on Pokemon, watched Hollyoaks, played some more Pokemon, and watched some Pokemon on Youtube with Livi, and we had lulz. And then I watched a Veronica Taylor Q&A session on Youtube, and I have to say, I adore that woman.

For those of you who don't know her she's a voice actress, and she played Ash on Pokemon for eight years, and was inexplicably fired. They then brought in some toss to play Ash, and it's the most hideous voice I've ever heard in my life. (Seriously, google it, and listen to it. It's horrible.) And I just feel so strongly about this, which is a little sad for an 18 year old to say, but it's true.

I grew up watching Pokemon at 8am on Sky One every morning religiously before I went to school, I collected cards, figures, those horrible Tracy West books that I think everyone had, I loved that show, and I made some great friends because of it. If you can believe it, Pokemon is the reason my life is the way it is now. That sounds stupid, I'll explain in a minute.

And I was watching this Q&A session and I just felt terrible for this woman, because she put her heart into Ash, and making him perfect. And you could tell from looking at her that she loved him, because she looked close to tears when someone mentioned Ash. I can't imagine how it must have been to leave something behind that she loved so much, but she had no other option. She was a brilliant Ash, May, Delia, Diglett, whatever. She was freakin' good at her job, and that was just the voice I grew up listening to. I refuse to get used to the new voices in Pokemon, because they are terrible. I will watch every episode up until Veronica Taylor and Eric Stuart left.

Anyway, back to explaining why my life changed because of Pokemon.

I started talking to Adam because of Pokemon. It was just something that we both liked. We both had the games, and the cards, so of course we'd talk to each other about it. And on my birthday, Mr. Birkett, the lovely man who came into our class sometimes to help came over to my house to give me an Action Replay for the N64 and some Pokemon stuff as a present.

Coincidentally, Mr. Birkett happens to be called Derek. Derek happens to be my step-dad now, and Adam happens to be my step-brother. So if I'd never started watching Pokemon, I would have never started talking to Adam, Derek wouldn't have come to my house on my birthday to give me Pokemon gifts, and my mum and Derek wouldn't have met.

And that's why it's so important to me.

I'm pretty much on the edge of having a nervous breakdown, because everything around me is falling apart, and I don't like it, because there's nothing I can do to stop it. I miss my sister.

There's this magic word, that begins with 'R' and if you say it, everyone automatically leaves you alone. It's absolutely brilliant.

I'm looking forward to my exams being over, because then I can just get on with the rest of my life.

Haruhi's finished downloading now, so I'm going to watch that.

This pretty much sums up my day:



Ebbie;; where stars glitter like a seventies disco. says:
AND THERE IS A BIDOOF. IT IS NOT RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.
Claky says:
OMG BIDOOF :B
Ebbie;; where stars glitter like a seventies disco. says:
OMF ROFLCOPTER
Claky says:
MY ROFLCOPTER GOES SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI THERE ARE NO BIDDOFS THO
Ebbie;; where stars glitter like a seventies disco. says:
THE BIDOOF PILOTS THE ROFLCOPTER
Claky says:
ITS FUNNY CAUSE IT HAS NO THUMBS!
Claky says:
SHUN THE NONE THUMB BEAST!







So I have a new favourite Pokemon, which is tied with Pikachu. And this Pokemon would be Luxray (the one up there). At the minute mine is at level 50, with a footprint ribbon (I honestly don't know) and it thinks the cutest things about me :D