Teenage antics.

So, I am currently sat in my bedroom, trying to work out what to wear tonight. As my parents know I am going over to my friends house (we'll call her T), although they think we'll be doing facemasks and watching movies. What they don't know is that we're actually going to a random persons piss-up in the woods. This isn't strange for me, I have been to hundreds of partys and campouts and under 18 clubs and stuff without my parents knowing, I've become somewhat of an expert. I don't like lying to my parents about what I'm doing, but they would go ape shit if they knew. Me going out and getting trashed with mostly strangers is my way of letting off steam, and trust me I have a lot of steam to let off. T is one of my best friends, I've known her since I was 7 so we're super comfortable around eachother, she gets my relationship with my parents so I'm at her house a lot, she also has a super cool mum who lets her do anything she wants. A mum that my mum hates, she would hate her even more if she knew the kind of things she lets us get up to. But luckily my mum knows she cant chose my friends for me. I've done some pretty hard core things in my time, I probably shouldn't go into too much detail on here because... well you don't know who could be reading it. So for all you fellow rebels out there going behind you're parents back, here's the tip of the trade- when you go out, NEVER take your phone. Make sure someone you're with takes theirs, but don't take your own. If you take it you have a big change of drunkenly calling your parents of pocket dialling them or something. And then when you get home and have sobered up, you text them to say you're just going to bed and you ask them what time they're picking you up the next day. No suspicions raised. I'll tell you all about the party later, but for now, chowbella.

FOLLOW ME.

I'm getting angry, I know I said I wouldn't obsess about followers blah blah blah. But part of me doing this was all about trying to find someone somewhere out there that I didn't know, who's going through the same sort of things I know and I can read about their lives. I just wan't some cool blogs to read, is that so much to ask for? So please, If you think that you're blog is cool, and you're my kind of age, and can relate to some of the stuff I've read, just follow me or I dunno I might put my msn up the top and you can add it. But seriously, help me find you.

This what I wan't. It's pathetic I know. But seriously? Having a guy that you can talk to online that lives half way across the world but still loves you? And you know they don't just want some action because, well you're not together. And then one day meeting and getting married and all that shit. I bloody want that! ><

We're not friends just because facebook says so.

I'm not an angry person, I have angry moments, but I'm generally not angry. And I'm not a negative person either, well.. there are some times of a month I can be a little more negative than normal, but generally I'm a totally glass half full, look on everyones bright side kind of girl. But there is one thing I cannot stand- fake teen girls. And when I say 'fake', I don't mean in the whole fake tan and eye lash sense (although that also gets on my tits), I mean like the whole nice to you're face and then bitch kind of girl. Girls in general are bitches, it's in our nature or whatever, there is not one girl on this planet who doesn't have a bitchy side. But I mean c'mon if you're going to make an effort at least be bitchy the whole time, not just when only certain people are listening in- trust me it gets out. There is a certain girl in my year who is the dictionary definition of 'fake bitch'. For the purposes of this let's just call her X. X is nice, sometimes, she's the sort of girl who is nice to your parents, and is nice to you- when it's convenient for her of course. But then as soon as you walk away she slags you off, and when you're there and its not convenient for her, she'll make sure you know it. Although, I have to admire her, she has a talent. She can slag you off, in front of everybody, and no one else will even notice. It's like little comments that people will think are funny, because they're not aimed at them, but to the person they're aimed at, they're down right mean. 

This will probably surprise you, but this girl is actually my friend. Well, I say friend, but what I really mean is that she is in my group of friends. Well one of my group of friends. I'm a drifter so I drift between two main groups. The problem with her though is, she is literally perfect. She has bleach blonde hair, she's tanned, has an amazing body, (guys literally dribble when she walks past) and she's super smart. So, obviously people think she's nice. And she is, when being nice can gain her power, popularity or free booze. So just a little tip for all you bitches out there. If you're a bitch, show it. At least then people will know what you're really like and you'll have real friends. If you have a problem with someone, tell them. Don't talk about it with your friends. Oh and just because you're a bitch, doesn't necessarily mean you're a bad person. Think about it. 

A little more info.

So, since my last post my page views have increased by 3. All you pro bloggers out there might think that's still pretty pathetic, but myself- I'm pretty darn happy. So, to entice all you ravishing creatures to continue to view my blog, and maybe even follow me;) lets tell you a little more. I'm a teenager. I'm a girl. I'm straight. I hate ginger. (the food not the hair type, all you ginger people out there, you rock). I'm blonde. (at the moment) I'm english. But live in Wales. I'm funny. (or so i've been told). And I am ready to broadcast my life on the internet. Oh and I have a fantasy about meeting an american guy online and falling in love and one day meeting and getting married. If you're not enticed by that...... well, I wouldn't be surprised. But this is all the follower begging I'm gunna be doing. I figure once I get a few people will realised how fantastically interesting I am and the followers will come rolling in, (I'm hoping anyway). I'm out.

Followers? Ughh.

So, after one day of being a blogger I have discovered that in order for people to actually see you're blog, the best idea would be to get some followers. I mean, seriously? Within a couple of days I will probably become obsessed with getting followers to upstage my pathetic number of ZERO followers right now. It's really crushing my self esteim. Right now, on that embarrassing 'stats' button on my homepage it's telling me that I have had 1 page view. Thats one. Just one. Which probably means that write now I am wasting 5 minutes of my time writing to no one. Although, I complain but, do I really want people to read my blog? I mean, I suppose posting this on the internet if I didn't want people to read it would be a pretty stupid thing to do. But, when my brother insisted on seeing what I was doing on my blog I nearly had a panick attack and deleted my blog so he couldn't see it. I have concluded that I really really don't want anyone I know to look at my blog. I would much rather share my personal thoughts and feelings with strangers. Hey, I might even make some online friends through this, even though that probably doesn't seem very safe or whatever. So please, anyone wan't a new friend? Apply here. But for now, I think I'm gunna just focus on getting my page views up. Friends come later. Chow for now. 

First Blog. Be nice.

So, I have decided that there is no better way to share my personal thoughts than to publish them onto the internet, for those of you so bored that you're actually reading this, I may as well give you a little background info before I go ranting on about how my lifeand all that shizz, oh and a pre-warning- I tried tumblr, and after a few weeks I was litterally writing paragraphs about how depressed I was and how I felt so alone and blah blah blah. But don't worry- I was way more pathetic back then, This isn't gunna be one of those emo, sad girl,my life sucks  kill me now sorta thing, Although there may be the occasional rant when I'm PMSing or something.
So here it goes... I'm 15. Basically, well in about 27 days. So I guess I'm 14, but nor for long:) I live in Wales. The sad reality that that is. South Wales to be exact. In a village. In the middle of bloody no where. Well not totally in the middle of nowhere, near enough to Cardiff and Bristol that I get enough of an urban scene to stop me going insane. I go to a private all girls school in a nearby town, where they teach us to be 'respectable ladies of society'. But trust me I am far from that. My parents don't know that though. They know I'm difficult, they know I have a short temper and I don't take any crap, but they have no idea what I do when I'm out. But I guess If I don't give up on this blogging thing by tomorrow then you'll find all about that soon enough.
My love life is non-existent. I'm the sort of girl that guys go to if they want some action but then forget about you the next day. I don't blame them though, I am defiantly not girlfriend material. I have never had a boyfriend. Ever. I've guys quite a few guys ask me out before, but I get scared and turn them down. Even if I like them. So any guys out there that like enraged, shallow teenage girls scared of having a boyfriend, give me a call;).
For now that's all you have to know about me, but there is one more thing. If you think I'm just another one of those teenage girls who think there life sucks and all they think about is boys and looking good, then you're wrong. It may be because I go to twatty stuck up girls school and I live in a teenage-less village, but I'm not like any of the girls I know. So if you're still interested, I'll blog just about every day.... maybe. So.. Over and out.