Untold Lies

‘Ello ‘Ello ‘Ello.

I’ts me, I’m here, And guess what, you’re reading! Now, I’ll start off by saying this post is going to be as perfect as I can possibly make it, just to prove I CAN spell, punctuate and all of that. Realy, It’s just to prove that I’m now 100% stuped so much as maybe, say, 70% stupid. So, I hope you all enjoy it.

So today, very, VERY early in the morning, I had to wake up, and no, I did NOT enjoy it, not in the slightest bit! As much as I love college, my relationship with 7am isn’t a very good one. To be honest, I think our relationship is heading for a cliff, and theirs a good chance this could end in a VERY bitter breakup.

Kind of sad, I know, but I guess these things happen, and I’m sure 7am will bounce back, he normally does, and to be fair, the possibilities are endless. I’m sure he’ll meet a bird watching elderly lady out their somewhere who needs him.

In other less interesting news, I today found out my family have very little care for me. I say family, I mean my mother and brother. My father comes seperate, as he is currently not home, and so not involved in this very silly event. So we were watching Most Haunted, and my brother, little sissy boy that he is, got scared, and he asked me to turn his bedroom light on and check his room for ghosts. I mean seriously, what the mother of pearl? He’s taller than me, and fatter than me. He should sort himself out.

The reason I think they don’t care about me is that no one EVER looks under my bed or in my wardrobe. No one turns my light on. What if theirs a ghost in my room, waiting for me to climb into bed and then grab my ankle and drag me under to devour throughout the night.

The worst thing is, nobody would even notice the next morning! Actually, the chances are nobody would notice until at least 6pm the next day, and thats only a slight possibility.

I guess thats the love of family for me. I wish I could rest assured that they’d at least give me the funeral I want, but I know they never would. I’ll probably end up in a stereo box and dumped in the lake at abby fields. It probably wouldn’t even be a good stereo, probably a Tesco’s own.

Moving on, again. My nose hurts when I breathe. It’s incredibly painful. I think it needs some nasal loving. When I say nasal loving, I’m not realy too sure what I mean, but I mean something otherwise I know I wouldn’t be saying it.

College again tomorrow morning… And I think I’m going to start a secret affair with 8am… Maybe… Who will know until it happens??? Well, of course, you, dear readers, will, hear it here first, either way. Watch this most bountyfull space.

I’m going to have to love you and leave you. Good evening folks. Xx

P.S. Hope you think I’m not totally iliterate now