I just woke up, and Im a tad emotionally unstable. I have a cold, feeling totally crappy and under the weather, and my Mother just ditched me to sleep. I only just looked at my school timetable to see I have a lesson at 11:10. If I hadnt paniced when she went to bed and got up to get ready, I would've ended up missing another lesson due to over-sleepyness. This probally makes no sense, Im half-asleep as I write this. Im just so pissed off. Like, Angry-Cry-y mood. Its raining, My mum ditched me, and Im ill. I just wanna sleep. I dont want to go to school. I actually almost cried when I saw I had to stay another hour for english. I just want to crawl in a hole and well... stay there for a very long time.

Its raining outside, I dont even want to get dressed properly. URGH. Im texting Becca now. Just a unhappy smiley face, to see what she replies. and then go from there. I hope its less than 17 texts, because thats all I have. I hate feeling crappy like this. I dont even have a valid reason why! IM SO STUPID!! FML.

Here come the tears. :'(

Better go make breakfast in a second. Toast. I lived on that on saturday. My mum never bothered making any food, which she never does anyway because shes all "You know I dont cook on saturdays". and to make matters worse, I came down at 8pm, pretty hungry, but not because my stupid cold, and My dad had made his own food and not even bothered with me. Yeah, thanks for that, you knob. URGH.

Oh, and yeah, Im pretty run down with this cold and yesterday I got dragged into babysitting for Kelly and Christopher while they went to the dentist. I was half asleep at like 3pm when Kelly ran to ask, but I couldnt say no, could I? They said an hour. The minutue I got into the house, Kelly hands my Natasha's dinner and gets me to feed her. The kids were okay though. Only the odd tantrum, It was fine. I was the nice aunty that let them have a bar of chocolate and a packet of crisps each, clearly because I was rebeling about the whole thing.

Oh, and the word "No" is clearly a word my Mother doesnt understand. Yesterday morning, I was on the laptop, talking to some of my friends and she phones up. I know she only phones up for the laptop, so I reluctantly answered. She was all "Bring the laptop down" and I was all "No" and then she'd ask a few more times, each time my answer no, and then she'd end up hanging the phone up on me. Seriously, she's so rude to me! If I did that to her, she'd shout the hell out of me. Oh, and the hanging up is supposidly her saying yes for me? Like, what? I said no several times, did you not listen to me? You say no and I have to take it as an answer, so why dont you take mine? She's always on the laptop playing stupid games that she could easily get for her XBOX 360, whereas Im talking to friends and reading things online. I have half a mind to 'Accidently' wipe the games off the laptop and then ban the site she downloads them from. She would be none the wiser. But I wont, because I know I shouldnt.

I really think my mum takes advantage of my temperment. I argue, but when I do, I can never win. She has a sad life that one day, Ill feel sorry for her, and then next? I dont give a shit. I had a dream that somebody at my school put posters up everywhere of my blog and my family saw it and they hated me. Well, If that ever happens, be sure to know, Its not my fault, its yours! You made me like this because you expect to much from me and give me hardly anything in return. and thats why you make me livid and on the verge of saying "I hate you"

Other than that, I just had a very scary dream about living in a big house and getting locked in some big bathroom whilst being chased by the axe-man from Resident Evil. I climbed through a vent and ran away from him, but I ended up getting into room and trying to smash a window that just would. not. break. So I guess I died. I woke up to my mum shouting "Im going back to bed now" and then I had the whole sleepy-panic-dont-know-whats-happening thang going on.

In my mums world, My no's mean yes. And I hate it.

Can I have a hug? :(

I am going away for a while
I'll be back don't try and follow me
I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm tryin' to find my place
It might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes,

And run from them
From them
With no direction
We'll run from them
From them
With no conviction

I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles

Now I'm told that this is life
Pain is just a simple compromise
So we can we get what we want out of it
Someone care to classify
Broken hearts and twisted minds
So i can find, someone to rely on,

And run to them
to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not
Useless
We are just

Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
We should not be the same
I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me
They echo me in circles.

Guess who just finished writing their first 25 mark essay for psychology? Me! Guess who thinks they did really well at it? You? Definatly not me. Its only eight-hundred and ten words. Atleast its done and I have a weight off of my shoulders for the time being. Tomorrow I will not be late for psychology like last week. Oh my, was that bad! See, my school scedule works on the basis of which week it is, Week A or Week B. Week A's my friday double of psychology doesnt start until second lesson, but on week B's my double starts at 8:45 am. So, guess what time I woke up last week? 8:48. Oh dear. I have never moved so fast in my life. I hopped into some random clothes, which all turned out to be black (Black leggings, shirt, cardigan boots and to match, my black school bag) and stormed downstairs like a herd of elephants on a stampeed, telling my mum "Wrong week, Mum!" before she was all "OH MY GOD! Im so sorry, I though we were on week A!" I ended up being a half an hour late. I said sorry, but my teacher was still all "Wait for me outside and we'll talk"
O.o
The class ended up being dismissed half an hour before the bell, but I stayed (On my own with Miss Davies, might I add. I think thats rather brave) to sort through my notes for the essay I finished tonight. I just sat there in silence writing a list of what I needed to write in the essay, hoping Miss D would see that I am a good girl who didnt mean to be late.

Today, I was, again, almost in trouble in psychology for forgetting to take notes on the sheet we were given. Im not doing well with school am I? Maybe Im just not into the swing of things again just yet. I also almost forgot to pick my nephew up from school. Whoops. He was such a chav on the way home. He stole my phone off me, started to play Katy Perry - Teenage Dream on repeat and stuck the phone in his pocket. If he developed a strut, Id say he was too mature for his age. Eight year olds are supposed to play cars, not music! Oh, and we just had a thunder and lightening storm which was awesomely scary. And after? A double rainbow! Whey!

Okay well, I must be off for now. Must go srub-a-dub-dub in the tub, Also known as taking a shower. I dont do bath's. Good day to you. ♥

#RandomFact Norman Bates? Psycho? Psychology centred post? Geddit?

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I always get ideas for stories, but I can never seem to be able to string my ideas together. The most I can do is get one or two chapters written, and then I dont know what to do. Today I got and idea, and I couldnt write anything about it, so instead, I wrote a blurb and a made a cover for it, along with a title. That way, in the future, Ill have a bunch of idea's that I can use when I figure out how to string my idea's together. -Sigh- Becca is such a better writer than me.

I know that if smell's were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Robert Bridges

It's a good thing that when God created the rainbow he didn't consult a decorator or he would still be picking colors.
Sam Levenson

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.
James M. Barrie

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
Dolly Parton

On saturday, I persuaded my dad to go watch Resident Evil: Afterlife in 3D with me at the cinema. I cannot tell you how much I love the whole Resident Evil franchise, Games and films. I was exposed to the flesh-eating zombie concept when I was little, when Id watch my dad playing the game, both of us hiding and jumping every time a zombie would jump through a window or something. I used to have so many nightmares about the T-virus and the whole zombie thang, but as I got older, I started to love RE, even if it still did scare me a little. I mean, its not that scary, just a few jumps and a lot of blood, which in 3D was pretty good!

Im in love with Claire Redfield and her brother Chris! I didnt know this, but at the end there is a part in the credits where Jill is being controlled by one of the red umbrella corp spiders. I didnt know it was her, but OMG, NOOOO, DONT DO IT JILL VALENTINE! If Im honest, Im just wondering where Leon is. They have all the other main characters from the games, except Alice isnt actually in the games. And BAH! LOOK AT CLAIRE GOOOO!



Im such a guy sometimes! Ill go attempt to play a Resident evil game later, but Ill be too scared to. Bahaha.

If you like blood and gore, and a few scares along with good looking actors and actress's, then this film is for you. I jumped three times, and made my dad go "Wuh!" in the middle of the film. It was so funny.

Bring on the next Resident Evil film!

I always take pictures and it almost always takes me weeks before I upload them, so here are a few of the pictures from the past few weeks. Im in love with these ones. ♥Enjoy! ♥ Click on any of the pictures for a bigger and better version of it! ♥

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I write too many FanFictions. I cant be bothered to upload this to FanFiction.net right now, but here's the first chapter to ... some unnamed fic I started yesterday.

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“How was your first day at school, Miss” My chauffer, Michael, asked me, opening the rear passenger seat door of the family’s prized silver Mercedes guardian. I slid into the back, mumbling a “Fine” as I sunk back into the seat and buckled up. Michael closed the door and walked around to get into the drivers seat, his eyes roaming across my new school mates standing in the parking lot, staring and gawking like fish at the expensive car before their eyes. I knew I should have asked my parents for a simple car. Perhaps a basic Ford Focus. The only reason we had the Mercedes guardian was because my ditzy mother thought it was named like that to protect someone, namely me, and my dad liked glitz and glamour when it came to cars and showing off his wealth. In a small town like Forks, however, you didn’t need to have that much to be considered as rich. The cars in the lot were pretty basic, trucks and vans, inconspicuous and the apple of some kids eye because it gets them from A to B. The only considerably good cars were a silver Volvo and a BMW of some kind. They got a few looks, I had noticed, before my chauffer rolled on into the lot and followed me as I tried to pretend it wasn’t for me. I gave up eventually, nearing the exit, because I realised just how much of a walk it would have been. I kept my head down as Michael got out of the car, because I could feel hundreds of eyes searing into my back.

Driving slowly, and safely, out of the lot, Michael let me keep to myself. I pressed my rosy warm cheek against the cold window and looked up at the dull grey sky. It hadn’t rained today, something odd for somewhere in the Olympic peninsula. I had lived here for a week now. My parents had randomly decided to buy a new road just off Goodman Mainland rd, calling it St Pier’s road. They then, a few months later, started to design their ‘Perfect work home’ to be then built over a period of two and a half years, because they ‘wanted everything to be perfect’. This house was smack bang in the middle of a forest between a place called La Push, and Forks. How this was a ‘Perfect work home’, I do not know, seeing that everything was at least a good few miles out of reach. When we moved in last week, I wasn’t too impressed with because my parents had to fire my best friend, Holly, who had been my nanny since I was three. I know at seventeen I was too old to have a nanny, but she was my best friend. She understood me more than my parents ever would, and now it’s me against the wind struck world of forks, Washington. At this thought, I sighed heavily, and I found myself no longer looking at the ominous clouds covering us overhead. I was staring at the tree-line, watching the blur of different shades and tones of the evergreen leaves as Michael had gotten onto the windy road home by now, and he had accelerated. As I concentrated my look into the tangled mess of branches and leaves, I saw something different for a fraction of a second, and then it disappeared. And then again, a different something, but sort of the same, only a different colour slightly.

”Stop the car!” I said abruptly, without thinking too much about it. Michael slowed down, rolling to a halt, and peered over his shoulder at me.
”Everything alright, miss?” his soft eyes watching me as he put the handbrake on without looking. By this point I had already unbuckled myself and had my hand on the door handle.
”I,” I started, planning to say something along the lines of ‘I saw something and I’m going to be stupid and look for it’ but instead I said “I need to take some pictures for my art class, wont be long,” as I opened the door and jumped out, leaving my satchel on the seat and clutching my camera as a prop. Slamming the door closed hastily, I looked both ways before crossing, even though the road is barely ever used. Holding my little Nixon camera close to me, I made my way through the crisscrossing of branches until I stumbled through the other side, where the branches weren’t so low down because the trees were tall, with thick trunks. I leant on one of the trunks for a few seconds, looking around, before I set off in the direction I was heading. I held up my camera, knowing I had to take something and make up a story of how it was linked to art class or something. I turned it on, the blue ‘on’ light flashing a few times as it set itself up. I looked at the screen and took a picture, just to test it. It was a good idea to test it, because I ended up taking a ten second video. I looked closely at the screen and messed with a few buttons to try and figure out how to delete it. I wasn’t very good with technology, but I managed to press a button before a big ‘Minus’ sign popped up with the number thirteen next to it. The ten second video started to play slowly, apparently and a minus thirteen speed.

I was stood in the middle of a forest, staring at my camera, when the video started to go crazy. Some sort of glitch? I don’t know. I saw the same sort of blur I saw when I was in the car, except it was a little clearer. Intrigued, I figured if I hit the same button I had before, it would slow down more. When the screen said minus 20, I saw it. Or more, I saw him. It was a man, or boy. I stared at the screen in disbelief. It was a person, running what must have been at least a hundred miles an hour. I looked up when I heard a branch above me crack quietly in the silence of the rustling leaves. Panicking, I dropped my camera, causing it to flash, making me jump even more. I was pretty unsettled by this point. I picked up my camera, slid it into my pocket carefully, and turned to head back. There he was, standing in front of me, staring at me and tilting his head slightly to the side. It wasn’t the same person that was on the video. That much I could tell. He was slightly taller than me, his pale white skin contrasting against the dark brown wood of the trees bark and the green of the leaves. I was drawn to his eyes. His demon possessed eyes. They were glowing red, threatening and dangerous. I took a staggered step back as he took a deep breathe in, his nostrils flaring. I saw his eyes darken into what looked like a bottomless black pit. I watched him, both frightened and stupidly intrigued. He started to laughing, his expression going soft. I felt like I was going insane under his gaze. My head started to ache, a dull ache. I could feel some sort of dizzy spell coming on. I was getting disorientated as I staggered a few more steps back, to lean on a tree to keep myself upright. I was feeling sick now, but I was determinedly watching the man. He moved slowly, taking two steps towards me and tilting his head the other way when I didn’t react. His brown hair was short at the sides and a little longer on the top, I noticed. His face was kind, were it not for those eyes, those black eyes, as black as the bottom of the sea.

“Summer,” I heard through my dizziness. I watched the man in front of me look to the left, glancing over his shoulder.
”Summer?” I heard again. It was Michael. The Red-eyed man in front of me looked at me again, a look in his eye showing that he was debating whether to ignore Michael or not. He walked towards me and grasped his hand tightly around my throat. I thought he was going to kill me right there and then. He looked into my eyes for a few seconds, pinning me against the tree, before lowering his face to my neck. He took a deep breath in before letting me go and taking a step back.
”Summer, your parents are expecting me to bring you home within the hour, come along,” I heard Michael shout as I stared at the person in front of me. He blurred for a mere second and then he was gone. That’s when I blacked out.

To write an obituary for yourself is one of the most depressing things you could be set as homework. But here we are, my whole English class, having to write one as if we were famous or well known. I have an idea for where to start, but Jeesh! It’s hard! (Twss) I mean, at seventeen, the last thing you want to be thinking about is what will happen when you die. Heck, everybody is too young to think about that. But school work is the bane of any teenager’s life. Any school Childs life, in fact. Atleast when you were little is was fun things you didn’t want to do. Homework those days used to be drawing a river and labelling parts of it, not having to draw every bone in the body and label each one. (Not that I take biology to have been given homework like that, thankfully)

So, this weeks homework. Due tomorrow, I have to have written a paragraph on ‘How to choose a motherboard’ for IT BTEC, which I haven’t done yet, but its just copying out the book in my own words. I also have to print off an obituary tomorrow in my second IT BTEC lesson, because I don’t have a printer at home, and that needs to be brought to my English lesson tomorrow. Tuesday I have my obituary to hand in, which I haven’t started yet, so big Uh-Oh’s there. And also, I have to do a Reward/Need theory comic strip for psychology. Yes, comic strip. I’m cool like that.

So, In my lessons of Psychology so far (Which is about three) what have I learnt so far? Well, In relationships, there’s something called a filter theory. Now, I’m not looking at any notes, but its something about how we subconsciously filter people out. Things like same attitudes, social background. And then we learnt about the Reward/Need theory where basically, when you meet a guy (Or girl) you have an exchange relationship, where you give something to them (Like time, or money or whatever) and you hope the guy (or girl) will give something like time or money back in return. If they don’t, you know its not going anywhere, so nothing happens. If you do do (Bahaha, do do. I’m a child) the whole ‘Tit for tat’ thing, then you move on to the …next one…. That I can’t remember what it’s called, but I do know its where you give stuff out without expecting anything back, but it would be nice if you did. And then the third stage is where you tell each other things about yourself, like, the really personal things. In my poster, the boy tells the girl he smokes, and the girl tells the boy she’s murdered someone. Bahaha, I hope Miss Davies will laugh.

I just realised that I have CoPE work to do. Ooooh shiiiitake mushrooms (Spy kids 1 quote, mwahahaha. Love that film)

Today I did nothing. Less than nothing. I was lazier than a sloth. I woke up at 12pm, ate my dinner and watched movies on the television, like Jack and the beanstalk and Hook, before having a shower at half six. And here I am, writing my blog post, messing around on the keyboard in my cousins bedroom. I taught myself some bits and bobs on the keyboard, I did. –Smug look- I know the first part of Katy Perry’s ‘Teenage Dream’ and ‘Not like the movies’ as well as New Moons ‘The Meadow’ and Eclipse’s ‘Jacobs Theme’ …… But only the first parts, I cant be bothered to learn a whole song right now. I showed my cousin all of the things I learn in like four hours (He’s been teaching himself piano for over 10 years and plays by hear, and was all ‘Whoa, slow down’ bahaha) He’s now obsessed with playing Jacobs theme as a duet, even though we only know the first part, and he likes to spice it up a little by adding things. O.o

Now, I’m going to go and stuff my face. I should be doing work for school, but I think I’m going to be stupid and make myself stressed by doing it at the last minute. –Shrugs- Meh.

#RandomFact I cried at several films today. and they weren't 'Cry-y' films. -Facepalm-