Date: 16th April 2011

Mood: Unusually frustrated

Ok, is it normal for a 16 year old girl to have a tsunami of depression and frustration crash upon her after her first date, it wasn't disappointing, in fact I had a wonderful time with John. Maybe it felt like it was over faster than an epileptic sleepover... I'm going straight to hell with that comment aren't I?

It's just one of those days then I can't be arsed to do anything apart from raise my hand from the duvet, flip the bird at the person trying to wake up and roar "Fuck Off" with my face buried into the pillows. But what the hell I've got art and photography; I can let out some frustration in a painting. In class I prepare my paints, stare at the blank canvas and began my dark masterpiece, starting off with a blood red moon. Applying red, black and white in a wild fashion caused a few heads to turn like I was insane and it was starting to take shape, just the way I imagined it to be; a sea of dead bodies with heads, limbs and several internal organs missing or thrown about here, there and everywhere, a psychotic 10 year old girl with a chainsaw and crying tears of blood and smiling and the midnight sky with the blood red moon overlooking the massacre. Ms Phillips, couldn't believe was she saw on my canvas, well what the hell did she expect, rainbows and the Ace of hearts? During photography, I just took a few random shots of the lighthouse a train going by, a group of truants on mountain bikes and a stray black cat that kept on following me. I still had a bit more time left so I bought some pink hair dye, I realised that my hair was turning blonde again and of course I decided to give up and bring the cat with me, I do like cats anyway.

Ok I go to the girls cloakroom and proceed to re-dye my hair so yeah, like a ninja I snuck into Pinky's room and stole her white gloves that went along with her princess costume, I 'm using them to apply the dye to my hair. An hour later, I rinse out the excess dye from my hair, hmm the colour looks a little brighter than usual, after a thorough rinse I grab the hair dryer I also stole from Pinky's room to dry my newly dyed hair, I look in the mirror and... OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK! I look at the box and what did it say, it said Hot Pink, Hot FUCKING Pink, Bollocks I got the wrong shade, and that's followed by Pinky screaming at the sight of her pink stained gloves and a missing hair dryer and of course she bitches at me and says that pets aren't allowed in the dorm, which I decided to ignore. I look at Kurokai (yes that's his name) asleep on my lap, he should consider himself lucky the there no dye kit's for animals.