Silver Fucking Linings

The return to school has been slightly more glamorous and less lonely than I thought. I guess it turns out that I know a lot more people in my year than I thought I did. I still miss all my friends (who were in the year above) though. A heck of a fucking lot.

My ex's little brother is now at my college, but I have to fucking thank whoever invented the public school system and packed it to full capacity - because hopefully I won't actually ever have to talk to him due to the sheer size of our school.

The glamorosity has been due to the fact that we're now top dogs; and I've never experienced this before. I guess moving schools a shitload means you never really get to be top of the pile.
But now that I am; I find that it has it's advantages. So I walk around school, eating pizza Shapes like a badass and all the little Levies (Year Elevens) just look at me all scared-like and move out my way.

I guess there are always silver linings.


A new revelation has come to me at last.
I am now almost 100% sure that I only attract

a) dickheads
b) males who have seriously over inflated egos
c) guys who are taken
d) liars

Good good.

Recently found out that Sparky (formerly known as lover) is actually one of the biggest liars I've ever met. And not in a bad way (if that makes sense); just in a weird one. He told me he was a year younger than he is (he in fact turned 21 a week or so ago), he told me wrong last name (not that it matters - I can't remember the real one or the fake one anyway); and he may or may not have or have had a girlfriend (at least when I started seeing him).

Goooooood.

Still; I won't fuck him off. He knows I know his name and age now; and he's actually giving me more attention. Which for an attention-whore like me; means that the lies cancel out. Except for the girlfriend thing. But I don't now about that. And I'm not going to fuck off a perfectly good supplier of cigarettes and good sex on the pretence of a rumor.
I guess I'm just a bitch like that.



In other, boy related news.

My Griffith Boyfriend (he's a sweetie, but not my type - but seeing as he lives so far away, there's no point me rejecting him, so I play along) is going to the big concert I'm going up to Sydney in April with Barbie.

I'm pretty fucking excited for it - but this could really make it shit. As we're sposed to be staying with a whole lot of friends including Paintball Guy in what I hope is going to be a nice apartment (and some of those friends include Barbie's Current Man, and a cousin of Sparky - who is so nice that I can't even scab off him. Not that he can't afford it, the sweet bastard (from now on known as Buffest) offered to fill up my car and buy me cigarettes, saying that it was only like a hundred bucks. Which, of course, to the rich and generous; is nothing).

Buuuuut if I'm still seeing Sparky, and end up going on this pre-Valentines-Day date with Paintball Guy - AND see Griffith Boyfriend when I'm up there; things could get reaaaaally akward. Seeing as the Griffith Boyfriend is also cousins with Sparky; so I'm sure Buffest is related to him as well. And I took Buffest's kiss virginity the other night. Granted it was just a kiss on the cheek - but I probably shouldn't have. Damn you, attention whore-ish-ness.



Seriously ... what is with every single boy that messages me, and snuggling?

They always, ALWAYS ask me if I want to; or if I will when they come into town.
If they want to fuck, they could at least be up front. Snuggling just sounds wrong when a 20 year old says it. It's like a 45 year old asking if I'll let them have a nap.



Still; I'm fucking excited to be going up to Sydney with Barbie; even if we don't end up staying with the boys and do run into Griffith Boyfriend and his mate (who's conventiently enough in love with Barbie), it will still be fucking amazing.
Too bad it's like 2 months away...

Also, I've decided that I want a new, latin lover next. Because even if he's not as drop dead fucking gorgeous as some of my ex flingees; his sexy accent and smokin' smile will still kill me. After all, a Latino's are known for their passion and romance. And all I need is for one (pretty) Spanish boy to decide his new passion is me ;) .

If he looks ANYTHING like this, bonus points!



Eurgh. I'm confused, my whole head feels heavy, my stomach is way too full for my diet to be liking - and I think I'm coming down with something.

Til soon(er or later) guys and girls.


Love you all
 ♥