Andy Sixx

Oh my gosh! I actually want to cry. Andy sixx has a daughter!! I can't believe it!! He is only young!! He is like the most beautiful man alive (to me).. His daughter is adorable but I can't believe it!!

The Dark Side Of Me

Three years ago, I went through an emo phase. I liked emo clothes, music, wrote emo poems etc. I can't say I ever slit my wrists though! Anyway, I realised that I still loved things from Topshop, Abercrombie, Urban Outfitters and I was a huge Vivienne Westwood fan. Therefore, I decided to keep some clothes, and only wear them when I felt like it. This gave me the opportunity to have a variety of items in my wardrobe. I still love screamo and rock and metal music. I still wear some of the clothes. However, I stopped with the poems. I now feel as though I need to express myself by writing poems again.

So, after 3 years, I have wrote my first comeback poem. It is terrible compared to how they use to be. Being a polyvore fan, I posted it in the notes for this set --->

Outcast. by

Here is the link to the set if you want to read the poem-->

http://www.polyvore.com/outcast/set?id=15443649

I have no title for this..

Ouch! I went to gym yesterday and I am all sore.. Anyway, has anyone seen the photos of Megan Fox? SHE SHAVED HER HEAD!! Britney Spears disease catches on fast, huh? I can't believe it. I chopped my finger with scissors in textiles today. It hurt. And it bled.. Wow.. I cannot believe I just used "And" at the start of a sentence.. My grammar is getting worse! La La La La Laaa! I am feeling happy today... I had to go to the hospital. Turns out I have had eczema since I was born but the doctor misdiagnosed! How is that humanly possible?! I am having an allergy test soon..

After reading, I suppose it is clear how I have no title..

Disappointing Daughter

I feel such a disappointment. I feel like my mum hates me. I can't do anything right. I needed to be alone tonight. So I slipped into the shower room, pulled my dressing gown hood up and had a cry. I feel as though I everything I do just isn't good enough. After I was all cried out, I curled up on the floor and tried to sleep. My mum came in after about one hour. She had not realised I was upstairs. She thought I had been drinking or taking drugs or being sick. I never told her I had cried. My eyes were all swollen and red raw. She didn't notice. I can't believe that.

Boring day as per usual..

The title says it all. I have been with my dad today (my parents are split and I spend Sundays with my dad). we did NOTHING all day. I was so bored. We just drove round all day. I lectured him about how bad it was for the environment, but he did not seem bothered. Then he told me that being a veggie is not a good idea. I think it is a good idea. (By the way, I am one). So... I have nothing really to say. I was almost sick on my dad though as I hate cars.

Nature

I love the environment. I love the wonderful outdoors. The countryside is such a beautiful place. I love the chirping of the birds; the soft green grass swaying ever so gently; the delicate little flowers and the trickling of a slow stream. I guess you have to wake up though... Our world is not like this any more. We have ruined everything that was once beautiful. Now, going outside, you see cars exhausts releasing emissions; the loud hustle of people; large skyscrapers and factories ruining the landscape. I have a little obsession with being environmentally friendly. I love recycling and trying to help our world.

The ice caps are melting. Our world is heating up due to the hole in the o-zone layer and all we do, is make things worse!

I hate the idea of our world being destroyed. My children may not know what a mountain gorilla is. They may not know what snow looks like. I am worried and I just though I would put my feelings here.

Prom Problems..

I am in my last year at secondary school. I am nearly 16 which means my prom is drawing close. Thing is, I don't really want to go. It sounds like a complete waste of money and time.

My mum has given up on me. She has forced me to sit down for THREE HOURS and look at dresses. I did not like any of them. So I said I would look another day. I went upstairs for a bit... she called me back downstairs. She had another website up... 56 pages full of dresses!!!!!! :O
I just stood in front of the fire and said I don't know what I want. Then she said "You know what Lauren, it seems like you don't want to go! I now REFUSE to pay any money towards your dress! I am not buying ANYTHING for you.. You don't respect how much I do! Your attitude stinks.." BLEH BLEH BLEHHHHHH!!! I sort of blanked and I can't remember what she said.. Then I got sent to my room..
But hey.. NO PROM!!! :D

I really don't get the appeal.. It is more of an American thing than an English thing anyway! You have to buy the dress, the shoes, bag, make-up, nails, hair, ticket, some form of transport... and for what? A few hours of a "party"? Not really my idea of fun! Pendulum are touring in my town on the day of our prom.. Now that is what I call fun! Pendulum! A bit of a mosh pit, some live music and some comfy converse or DrMartens... I am like a pig in mud! Ahahahaa! Seriously, I love concerts.. They are the best thing since sliced bread - and I must say... sliced bread is awesome! I would marry a loaf of Warburtons! Mmmmm.. Bread.... *day-dreams*

Anyway... Please, if you can think of any ways that prom can be fun, let me know!

Stay Young

I have a little sister called Niamh. She is literally a "little" sister.. She is 17 months old! She is my only sibling. I cried when she was born. My mum had had so many miscarriages before her. I think it was about six. She reached the second trimester with one of them. I was so upset when I found out it had gone. I guess Baby was just not meant to be. My mum is not supposed to have children anyway because her uterus is a funny shape.. I was just lucky! My step-dad had a motorbike accident years ago and was told he could never have children. My little sister is a miracle! If there is a God out there, I thank you! Anyway, The point of this post is to say how much I love having a little sister! I have just watch Madagascar and Winnie The Pooh! It reminds me of the good old days. Winnie The Pooh has changed so much! Even the theme tune! It is sad. I hate the fact that things have changed so much.

I went into my local shop this morning and I wanted to buy a freddo. Guess what... They are 20p now! I love the fact that I can say to my little sister (when she is older) "When I was your age, Freddo's were 15p!" I love the way old people always note what the past was like. It makes me laugh.

Some old people are worrying though. For instance, I was waiting for a bus the other night with my friend. It was freezing, as the snow was quite thick. I had my Avenged Sevenfold hoodie on over my school uniform. It was after school hours and we were in town. We sat on this little step. Lot's of buses passed, but ours did not come. Then this old man walks over to us. He was completely drunk! He was of a small stature and had pencil thin lips. He said "See this? Means nothing to me. I am worth a million pounds. It is all in my bank. A million pounds!" He thrust his hand in our face. His cigarette stained fingers were holding about one hundred £20 notes. He then had a little rant about his money. He broke of mid-sentence and whipped open his blazer jacket. I am not joking, but he had about 200 key rings all attached to his belt loop! EVERY kind! Hannah Montana to liquid filled plastic circles. I had managed to keep a straight face.. up until now. He thrust his pelvis inches away from my friends face to show her them all. I had to hide my face. I became hysterical. I knew it was dangerous to laugh at a drunk, but hey! I'm a black belt in taekwondo! Anyway, he closed his blazer and then turned to me. If looks could kill, my death would be painful! His expression changed suddenly. He smiled. His eyes rolled back into his head and then he focused on me. "You are a darling!" he said, pointing his cigarette stained fingers in my face.

For the next 10 minutes, he covered the money topic 3 times; the fact he has been married for 50 years and then cheated 2 times and told us he was going partying that night to get some action (he showed us his actions.. BLEH!) 3 times.. It was so funny.. I was laughing so much that I started to get stomach cramps. I thought that was the end of it. I thought that when he started to walk away singing with his arms out-stretched, that he would not turn around. But.. he did...

H held his hands out to my friend. She had managed to keep a straight face the whole time and had done all the talking. She was sceptical at first but she realised that he would not leave until she gave him her hand. So she did.. He bent down his head and kissed her hand. She turned to face me... She looked horrified! I was no help! I was crying with laughter! I nearly fell off my step! It looked like he licked her hand.. She had a little slither of saliva on the back of her hand. He then walked away.. For good this time.
I must say, it was THE funniest thing ever! She is really annoyed with it, but she laughs anyway.

Hello Bloggers!!

I am new to this whole Blogging situation. So, It may take me some time to get use to it. I figured that since I want to be a journalist for a fashion magazine that maybe I should start one of these and keep up to date with it. I have a diary, but my parents always look inside it, so I have sort of given up on that. I don't know how my mum knows where I keep it hidden... I guess she has some kind of psychic vision into my life. She knows everything (no exaggeration). Anyway, I guess a blog seems like a good idea. I like the idea of keeping a note of my life. I know that every second, I forget something else that has happened to me. I need to remember it all. I don't ever intend to forget these years. So, here I am. Starting a blog. I guess you could call it a diary because I am not sure if anyone will read this... I suppose it is just a way to keep my mind busy. If you are reading this, then welcome to my life. I will warn you now, my life is kind of hectic!