Thursday, September 30, 2004

   Kick the Baby!!!!!
Jeezus... how long has it been since I posted in here? Well, there has been a lot of heavy crap going on... what with college starting up and me becoming increasingly obsessed with making strange high pitched noises. Oh, and all the other emotional crap... you know... boyfriends... me being the worst girlfriend in the WORLD... friends... un-friends... beefs... people who they call parents... some sort of web site that went hideously wrong... yip. It's been a full couple o' weeks for Little ol' Rhi. I did start keeping a diary on my laptop, that no one could see, because there's loadsa stuff that I want to put down, but I can't do it on the internet, because some perverted 30 year old man would probably come along, read it, and get overly excited. (No offense to any perverted 30 year old men out there... you're great, i'm sure, just keep the hell away from me.)

Well, what could I write about? Hmm... THINK Rhi... THINK! Aha! Nope... not that... hmm... Got it! Carpets! Why the hell do people make carpets so damn hard to get off the fuckin' floor? I mean, they know very well that it's gonna hafta come up again someday, so why make it so that it's impossible to remove the damn thing? Oh, i'm not just going on about random carpets here, though I probably could, if I really wanted to. You know, I saw a really nice red one in this weird warehouse place that stunk like a camels armpit the other day, very pretty indeed. ANYWAY!! Yeah, i'm not just going on about carpets for the sake of carpets, my mum has bought a new carpet for the living room. She's torn up half the old one (or rather I did it while she sat on her ass eating cream cakes) and just realised that the new carpet is TOO FUCKIN' SMALL. I'm soo tempted to smack her round the forehead, but I will refrain from doing so for the sake of my pocket money. (Yes, i'm still 16 and I get pocket money. babyish, you say? Well, so what, im' not complaining, I get an extra tenner a week.)

So yer. That's really about all i'm going to be bothered to type now. Think i'll go upstairs and play a bit o' FF. Ah... good old FF... you'll never betray me, will you? Not like friends do... you'll love me... ^_^ Wonder what it's like to be loved? Properly, I mean. Not like that stupid, 'oh, your mother loves you' crap. Yeah right, they just love you because you're the only one they can bully enough to do their bidding. I mean, like romantically. Someone said they loved me once... they were lying. To themselves and me. Yep. Not nice, is it? Anyways... before I go off down that road, I bid thee goodnight.
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Friday, August 27, 2004

   Guh.... FAMILY.
Well, I got my results, and a hearty 'well done' from Mum... a box of chocolates... got a 'well done' from Martyn (though he did remind me I didn't do as well as he did.) and a hug... all I got from Dad was a 'Fuck off, Mouthpiece!!'

Then Mum and Dad had to put my results next to Martyn's to compare them!!! What kind of parent DOES that?!?! What the hell do they expect?? Oh, Sorry, I didn't do as well as Martyn by one B, I'll go kill myself now for failing you... because it's not my life, it's yours. And since when the hell did they start telling me what lessons I can and can't do?!?! Dad thinks he understands about the grading system, and the A and AS levels... He dosen't!!!!1!ONE!

*breathes deeply*

Okie, rhi... calm down...

*chews on her rinny doll*
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Thursday, August 26, 2004

   Guh! >.
Okie... Okie.....calm down Rhi...

Okie.

Results!!! HEE!

To be honest, i'm more nervous than excited. Guh, stoopid mum and dad have to pile loads of unencouraging crap on me. >.< 'You'd better get good resutls or you're out!', 'forget about a car next year!'... God... hows about: 'Good luck, Rhiannon, hope you do well... we'll love you no matter what...'>.< They really piss me off sometimes. I mean, when the hell did it become their decision of what I do with my life? Huh? Hmm... I see a job for Stay Puft here. Maybe he could get Dad off his poodle ass and maybe do something to encourage us instead of telling us we're stoopid.

Well, i'm off to make myself look somewhat human. I've yet to see someone who looks scarier than I do in the mornings. Wait... I've yet to see anyone who looks scarier than me. No, that's not true... I get called 'cute' a lot. Why?!?!?1 Dear... I was gonna say god then... but I dont' believe in him... but yeah... WHY?!?!?!11?ONE! I mean, look at me! Do I ACT cute?

Guh. >.<
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

   La Dee Fuckin' Da!
I'm feelin' pretty darn pleased with myself, thanks for asking. I've just managed to succesfully hack my way into my dad's PC. Heh, he thought he could keep me out with a password... stupid bugger. Shouldn't put such an easy one, if he's trying to keep someone out... asshole.

Anyways...enough talking about my dad, because i'm likely to go on a right ol' tirade, which could last for several pages.

Guess what I found out thsi morning? My Little Ponies are worth money!!I'mm try and find the one's I have left from my purge of all things kiddy from my room, are they still worth anything when you've cut all their hair off, given them a tattoo of your own creation and practised your scary make-up skills on them? If not, all mine are worthless. Im' like that with Barbies too. I don't like the way they look, so I'll 'modify' them. Heh.

Still no Angel Sanctuary books, but Rhi is not as displeased. I think I realised I wasn't going to get them before I went away when we didn't even recieve the confirmation fuckin' email.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

   What are YOOOOOUU looking at?
Guh, I feel down.... again. I will NOT say depressed... Rhi does not get depressed, she gets teasy, and moody and angry, like a normal red-blooded, common-garden teenager. Hmm, Rhi is displeased again.

Probably coz the impending doom coming at the end of this week, when i'm going to be kidnapped by my own parents, taken to the norfolk broads, and forced to endure torture, far worse that Japanese tickle torture. Maybe I can throw myself in the norfolk broads? OR! I can throw stuff at all the ducks I see! Smarmy little bastards, with their FEATHERS and their WINGS. All they hafta do is sit and squeeze eggs outta their fuckin' arse.


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Monday, August 23, 2004

   Kill me with a butter knife.
I am so cranky today... I feel like I should be sitting in a rocking chair, with a shotgun on my lap, letting my eye twitch uncontrollably. Everything seems to be pissing me off... I mean everything. Well... not everything. But EVERYTHING ELSE.

My eyes hurt. Maybe I should punch myself in the eye to see if it makes it better?

Guh... woe betide anyone who says something wrong to me today... I'm bound to go schizophrenic or something and start attacking them with a wooden spoon. Or set Stay puft on them them. He's immortal, did you know?


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   Sweet Angry Jeezus! Dirty Sanchez is so kewl! Why did I not know this sooner? Grrr. Ooh,Pancakes.
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   Meheheheheheheheheheheheheh... (I'm a sheep!)
Still no Angel Sanctuary books. Amazon will pay through their feet for this. Jeebus, what time is it? Crap, it's half 8! I've never been up this early in the holidays! Well, I did once, when some mormons knocked on the door... I gave them a right ol' piece of my mind... Maybe I shoulda et Stay puft on them or something. He's immortal, did you know? I mean, why the hell do they knock so bloody early? Just to tell me something that I don't particularly care about. Guh.... MORMONS. (No offense to any mormons... but you annoy me. Deal with it. Go drown yourself in holy water if it bugs you sooo much.)

As you can probably see, i'm really cranky in the mornings, with absolutely no humour in me at all. The humour starts to kick in sometime around noon, when my dad is awakened by loud heavy music and falls out of bed. Oooh... is that a lollipop?

No, it wasn't a lollipop... but I did find a dribble of coke. Coke for breakfast, I hear you say? Yes. Coke for breakfast, lunch, dinner and tea, and in between. Though I did not appreciate that I had to battle a half eaten onion to get to it.
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Sunday, August 22, 2004

   Notice to all Feet!
Just so everyone knows... I'm sure i'll put loadsa pics on this site... not one of them is a fan art. I do no fanart.

Why is it that you have to do fan art on this site? What about creativity? I mean, what's a copied picture of Stay Puft gonna get you on Ebay? Well... not much, since it'd probably scare all little children that look at it. Who knows, maybe the painting would come alive and eat all that stand in it's way?


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   Beep!
Hmm... think i'd better start posting in this thing... huh?

Anyways... welcome to my site or whatever... I'm still not quite sure what this site is meant for... is it some kind of online diary thing? heh, I think whoever reads MY diary will think Horror movies are just about as scary as My little pony. Then again, they are pretty scary... what with the HUGE eyes and the tattoos on their asses. What is WITH those tattoos? Do they like, give their butts ice-cream power or something? Ugh.... butts with ice-cream power... Hmmm... I wonder who would win a fight to the death out of My Little Pony and the Teletubbies? My money is definitely on the Ponies... their hooves are deadly. But then again, Stay puft would probably come and eat them all. He's immmortal, did you know?

Okay... it's been almost a week, and still no angel sanctuary books ... Rhi is displeased. And still no confirmation email. Amazon WILL pay.

By now, I must have scared you all into insanity with my ninja-like precision... or my really REALLY wierd thoughts... so i'll leave it there, methinks.

Cheers m'dears.... (I will NEVER say that again.)

~#Epona
~#Lordette and Dudette of Pumpkins
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