I’m a kid, well teenager and I'm currently known as lj. I don’t really have that many friends, I don’t really want many though. I love music, although I am musically retarded. I couldn't sing on key even if my life dependent on it (so I’m hoping like hell that it never will). I live in Australia but I wish I lived in London. And I have never seen snow but I plan on seeing it before I turn 20.
adores
affection, apples, art, being random, black & white photography, books, cats, chocolate dipped strawberries, classic rock, comic book movies, confusing people, creativity, cuddling, dragons, faeries, fantasy, going to the theatre, guys, guys who can sing, holding hands, irony, kit-kats, lemons, little creatures, old books, old everything, op shops, procrastinating, rain, randomness, rock music, romeo + juliet, sci-fi, swords, sleeping, sleeping in, sleeping some more, snow, tap dancing, Ted, watermelon, wolves, yoghurt topped muesli bars.
loathes
superficial people, egos, people who aren’t true to themselves, wasting time, rap music.
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The only people, or rather person, who really appear in this diary apart from me is PJ, my Father and I think that I’ve written more than enough about him and I can so not be bothered writing something else. So now I’ll be moving on to my friends, few of whom have so far appeared in this diary but the others probably will in the future near or far.
In this photo we have me [standing on the left], Gossip Queen, “Perfect”, Emo, Goth, Beauty Product Queen, Photo, Depressive then Lush [front row, left], Lexi Loo, Artist and Quite Achiever II.
Missing from the photo [from my year] are Religious, Poser, Slut and Daddy’s Girl.
Kafrekins is wonderful, weird, strange, totally unique, entirely evil (but in a good way), the Goddess of Popcorn and the Pseudo-Goddess of Skittles and has recently been dubbed the one Most Likely To Start Their Own Religion. She is one of my year 12 friends, except she isn’t really in year 12 anymore seeing as she graduated about a month ago. Kafrekins is definitely an original and I’m definitely going to miss her next year at school, I’m actually going to have to sit with my “real” friends NOOOOOO the horror. Anyway to get back on track she said that she is only understood by those who are just as strange as she is, I, for the most part, understand her completely . . .
Ted. Well now, Ted is very special to be. I have known him since just after I turned one and he used to accompany me everywhere. He has dark brown eyes and light brown hair and is very short. He is a great listener but not much of a conversationalist. He has always been there for me and does not mind when I get his shoulder a bit snotty. But you see there is one little problem with Ted, he is a teddy bear . . .
This would be my date and I from the Senior Ball at the beginning of this year [2005]. (Click on the photo to see the full version.) He is Strange Kid. The first guy that I really liked and thought that I might have actually had a chance with, apparently not though seeing as he is now going out with one of my friends. Life sucks, doesn’t it? I’m mildly distraught over the whole thing and I know I pretend that I don’t like him anymore, so as not to cause friction in the group, but all the time I’m liking him more and more and it’s tearing me apart inside. So I’m not, technically, talking to him at the moment, maybe it’s easier this way. For who? I’m not sure.
Poser
You wouldn’t think that will giving her that nickname that I’d actually like her, Poser is a girl by the way, and I don’t. Not all the time, anyway. But does anyone really like anyone all the time anyway (far too many “any’s” in there I think). Poser and I used to hate each other, ok well hates a strong word so maybe not hate but we definitely felt extreme dislike for each other but recently we’ve started to get along really well. Although I do get V. V. annoyed when she constantly talks about Skater Boy, her boyfriend. There is only so much that you want to hear about someone else’s boyfriend when you don’t have one of your own, well no actually there is only so much that you want to hear about someone else’s boyfriend whether or not you have one. But still we get along and she keeps me informed. I remember when they had a “meeting’ to decide whether or not I would be invited to someone else’s Birthday Party (I did end up going but that is beside the point) and she told me ‘cause she knew that I knew that something was up and she was the one to tell me that Strange Kid and Depressive were going out when no one else had bothered to tell me, even though it was mostly common knowledge that I liked him. Like I said, we get along. Which is always a quality that you look for in a friend . . .
Updated: 20 December 2005
Written on 12 September 2005 at 5:39 pm
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world