A.N: I don't own the confessions of Georgia Nicolson, or her life,
for that matter. But I do own my own characters. My own characters will pop
in sometime soon.. So far I have no clue as to who or what they are- but
one of them might be Georgia's knickers that come alive and try to destroy
the world. Maybe. "And I intend to find out! REBOOT!" Mmhmm. Sudden flash
back, sorry.
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2:07 a.m.
I love him. I love him. Ohmygodohmygod! I love HIM! The SG! Dreamy-dreamy! He is oh-so fabby fab fab! And quite marvy! But so fab! I love hiiiiiiiiiiiiim!
2:10 a.m.
Did I mention I love him? Hmm. I want to go back to sleep. I have a few hours before school. I love him.
6:37 a.m.
Might as well start getting ready now.
7:02 a.m.
A-ha! I found my black eyeliner.. in Libbs pooey knickers. I won't be needing that today, I guess. I've decided to wear a hint of mascara, light on the eyeliner, a smidgen of lippy, and some gloss. I want that o naturale look. Do you think Robbie will think I'm mature if I wear tan coloured stockings?
7:06 a.m.
Robbie.. oh Robbie. I LOVE YOU, ROBBIE! I LOBBIE YOU ROBBIE-POO!
7:08 a.m.
If Robbie didn't make me go jelloid or stupidoid.. and he made me laugh like Dave the Laugh does.. the Sex God would be flawless.
7:09 a.m.
But he already is flawless. I love him.
7:12 a.m.
Libbs is on my bed. With her pooey knickers, her Charlie Horse, and Scuba Diving Barbie. And her pooey knickers. Why can't I have a normal life? Like Jas. She has a normal life. Or Jools. Or Ellen. Or Rosie. But no. Georgia gets the loony life of a loony little loon. Ha, ha.
7:17 a.m.
Libbs was dancing again. Somehow, her pooey knickers ended up in my sock drawer while I was in the loo scrubbing up my hands.
7:19 a.m.
My socks are pooey.
8:06 a.m.
I had to sit and watch Libby's porridge dribble down her chin. And possibly down her pooey knickers.
8:30 a.m.
The bell rang. Jas and I hung our coats up in the coat room, and swapped our berets for banana peels.
8:56 a.m.
Once again I am suspended. Dumb, pooey life. Pooey pooey pooey!
I love Robbie. He's all I've got. He will save me. He loves me. I know it. He looks yumyumyum.
Yum.
5:07 p.m.
Jas had a nervy b when she ran into Tom- apparently they broke up.
And we ran into the Sex God.
He was overly yum-yum.
I love him.
Only when I say we ran into him, me and my big nunga-nungas knocked him over.
He was lying on the ground, laughing. So I pulled him up. With my nunga- nunga power. And he kissed me. "Can I eat your shirt?" Slipped out of my mouth when he was done. He gave me a weird look, and Jas stood there, not looking at Tom.
"Maybe later if you'd like to stroll over to my house." He said, and kissed me again. I went to jelloid again.
"See you." And he left. But I didn't. I was still jelloid.
I think Jas was jelloid too. Maybe she wanted some- wait, nevermind. She just wanted Tom.
6:24 p.m.
Mutti and vati are acting weird again. Whenever they see eachother, they smile and hug. And then sometimes they do some number 5 snogging on the snog scale. Right in front of me. And Libby.
6:37 p.m.
We shouldn't be exposed to stuff like that- even if I do it too. Libby could get more ideas and try it on me instead of sucking my nose. My big fat nose.
6:45 p.m.
My pooey nose.
7:00 p.m.
Mutti put Libby to bed- in my bed, that is. She has no decency. I don't like sleeping with a kid that has poo coming out her botty all the time, a really annoying and uncomfy Barbie, and an ugly teddy bear thing. And sometimes Angus curls in too.
I bet you mutti just doesn't want Libbs to go into her room with her pooey knickers and sleep between her and vati. With her pooey knickers.
7:05 p.m.
Dr. Who is on. Again. Wait, it's just El Beardo watching taped episodes of it.
7:13 p.m.
Life couldn't get worse.
7:42 p.m.
But it did.
Tom showed up at my door. Looking for Jas.
But Jas doesn't live with me. Libbs woke up and followed me. Mutti and vati are sleeping.
"Jas doesn't live here- you should know where she lives. You basically lived with her." I said, and held on to Libby's hand so she wouldn't go outside.
"I know that, Georgia. But she's not at her house either. And I want to apologize to her." Tom said, and I thought about doing my impression of a lock jaw germ. Because that's what he looked like.
But I didn't. Because the Sex God was behind him.
And I was holding onto a kid with poo running down her chubby legs.
And the Sex God smiled at me.
And I smiled back.
And I forgot to suck in my nose.
"Bad boy, bad boy!" Libby shrieked, and whacked me with her Barbie.
"Libby- stop-" I said, but SG walked forward, and crouched in front of Libby. And he held out his hand to her.
And she bit him.
I could've died of embarrassment.
But he laughed. And stood up. And leaned towards me. I was preparing to snog but instead he said something.
"Your sister is cute. I want a kid like her." And I gave him my half-smile.
He wanted a kid. Yessssss! With me?
"Nice jimjams." Tom said, and pulled on his older brother's arm. But before they left, the Sex God leaned over, and gave me a yummy kiss. Yumyumyumyum.
I love him.
December 19th
6:43 a.m.
Yesterday was the last day of school before the chrimbo hols.
I love him.
Should I call Jas?
7:00 a.m.
Just got off the phone with Jas's mutti.
Jas ran away.
Because of Tom.
It's Tom's fault.
Mrs Big Knickers is gone.
And I'm dating the reason's older brother.
Well at least the SG isn't the reason.
I miss Jas.
I'm going to go look for her.
12:02 p.m.
So hungry. But I must not stop until I've found Jas.
Speak of the Devil- Jas!
I see her!
12:10 p.m.
It was Jas, all right.
Yea, and she's grounded for two months.
That sucks on my behalf. I saved her life.
I should get to hang out with her.
Ah, well there's still Jools, Ellen, and Rosie. And the rest of the gang. And SG.
I love Robbie.
Ohhhhhh. Robbie.
2:03 p.m.
Ran into Robbie again- he was telling off Wet Lindsay. When he saw me, he smiled and waved, and Wet Lindsay gave me a look of death.
Ha, ha. Poo on Wet Lindsay!
"Hi, Georgia." And he slipped his arm around my waist. I became jelloid again. Wet Lindsay stuck her nose up in the air, and the foreheadless girl walked away.
"Hi." I said, only it came out more like: "Hnnghiiiiiiigh." It was embarrassing.
"Well, I have to go soon. See you for dinner." And he gave me a little of some number 6 snogging.
And I nearly melted.
"Okay." I said, and walked away on melty jelloid legs.
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This is my first Georgia Nicolson ficcy. I hope you enjoyed the first bit.
I'm not done. Ha ha ha ha.
Yes. I'm special. No, I'm not a schizophrenic mind-reader.
Haaaaai. Anyway, I was curious as to whether or not I should put a lot of Cousin James in.
Should I?
Olly.
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2:07 a.m.
I love him. I love him. Ohmygodohmygod! I love HIM! The SG! Dreamy-dreamy! He is oh-so fabby fab fab! And quite marvy! But so fab! I love hiiiiiiiiiiiiim!
2:10 a.m.
Did I mention I love him? Hmm. I want to go back to sleep. I have a few hours before school. I love him.
6:37 a.m.
Might as well start getting ready now.
7:02 a.m.
A-ha! I found my black eyeliner.. in Libbs pooey knickers. I won't be needing that today, I guess. I've decided to wear a hint of mascara, light on the eyeliner, a smidgen of lippy, and some gloss. I want that o naturale look. Do you think Robbie will think I'm mature if I wear tan coloured stockings?
7:06 a.m.
Robbie.. oh Robbie. I LOVE YOU, ROBBIE! I LOBBIE YOU ROBBIE-POO!
7:08 a.m.
If Robbie didn't make me go jelloid or stupidoid.. and he made me laugh like Dave the Laugh does.. the Sex God would be flawless.
7:09 a.m.
But he already is flawless. I love him.
7:12 a.m.
Libbs is on my bed. With her pooey knickers, her Charlie Horse, and Scuba Diving Barbie. And her pooey knickers. Why can't I have a normal life? Like Jas. She has a normal life. Or Jools. Or Ellen. Or Rosie. But no. Georgia gets the loony life of a loony little loon. Ha, ha.
7:17 a.m.
Libbs was dancing again. Somehow, her pooey knickers ended up in my sock drawer while I was in the loo scrubbing up my hands.
7:19 a.m.
My socks are pooey.
8:06 a.m.
I had to sit and watch Libby's porridge dribble down her chin. And possibly down her pooey knickers.
8:30 a.m.
The bell rang. Jas and I hung our coats up in the coat room, and swapped our berets for banana peels.
8:56 a.m.
Once again I am suspended. Dumb, pooey life. Pooey pooey pooey!
I love Robbie. He's all I've got. He will save me. He loves me. I know it. He looks yumyumyum.
Yum.
5:07 p.m.
Jas had a nervy b when she ran into Tom- apparently they broke up.
And we ran into the Sex God.
He was overly yum-yum.
I love him.
Only when I say we ran into him, me and my big nunga-nungas knocked him over.
He was lying on the ground, laughing. So I pulled him up. With my nunga- nunga power. And he kissed me. "Can I eat your shirt?" Slipped out of my mouth when he was done. He gave me a weird look, and Jas stood there, not looking at Tom.
"Maybe later if you'd like to stroll over to my house." He said, and kissed me again. I went to jelloid again.
"See you." And he left. But I didn't. I was still jelloid.
I think Jas was jelloid too. Maybe she wanted some- wait, nevermind. She just wanted Tom.
6:24 p.m.
Mutti and vati are acting weird again. Whenever they see eachother, they smile and hug. And then sometimes they do some number 5 snogging on the snog scale. Right in front of me. And Libby.
6:37 p.m.
We shouldn't be exposed to stuff like that- even if I do it too. Libby could get more ideas and try it on me instead of sucking my nose. My big fat nose.
6:45 p.m.
My pooey nose.
7:00 p.m.
Mutti put Libby to bed- in my bed, that is. She has no decency. I don't like sleeping with a kid that has poo coming out her botty all the time, a really annoying and uncomfy Barbie, and an ugly teddy bear thing. And sometimes Angus curls in too.
I bet you mutti just doesn't want Libbs to go into her room with her pooey knickers and sleep between her and vati. With her pooey knickers.
7:05 p.m.
Dr. Who is on. Again. Wait, it's just El Beardo watching taped episodes of it.
7:13 p.m.
Life couldn't get worse.
7:42 p.m.
But it did.
Tom showed up at my door. Looking for Jas.
But Jas doesn't live with me. Libbs woke up and followed me. Mutti and vati are sleeping.
"Jas doesn't live here- you should know where she lives. You basically lived with her." I said, and held on to Libby's hand so she wouldn't go outside.
"I know that, Georgia. But she's not at her house either. And I want to apologize to her." Tom said, and I thought about doing my impression of a lock jaw germ. Because that's what he looked like.
But I didn't. Because the Sex God was behind him.
And I was holding onto a kid with poo running down her chubby legs.
And the Sex God smiled at me.
And I smiled back.
And I forgot to suck in my nose.
"Bad boy, bad boy!" Libby shrieked, and whacked me with her Barbie.
"Libby- stop-" I said, but SG walked forward, and crouched in front of Libby. And he held out his hand to her.
And she bit him.
I could've died of embarrassment.
But he laughed. And stood up. And leaned towards me. I was preparing to snog but instead he said something.
"Your sister is cute. I want a kid like her." And I gave him my half-smile.
He wanted a kid. Yessssss! With me?
"Nice jimjams." Tom said, and pulled on his older brother's arm. But before they left, the Sex God leaned over, and gave me a yummy kiss. Yumyumyumyum.
I love him.
December 19th
6:43 a.m.
Yesterday was the last day of school before the chrimbo hols.
I love him.
Should I call Jas?
7:00 a.m.
Just got off the phone with Jas's mutti.
Jas ran away.
Because of Tom.
It's Tom's fault.
Mrs Big Knickers is gone.
And I'm dating the reason's older brother.
Well at least the SG isn't the reason.
I miss Jas.
I'm going to go look for her.
12:02 p.m.
So hungry. But I must not stop until I've found Jas.
Speak of the Devil- Jas!
I see her!
12:10 p.m.
It was Jas, all right.
Yea, and she's grounded for two months.
That sucks on my behalf. I saved her life.
I should get to hang out with her.
Ah, well there's still Jools, Ellen, and Rosie. And the rest of the gang. And SG.
I love Robbie.
Ohhhhhh. Robbie.
2:03 p.m.
Ran into Robbie again- he was telling off Wet Lindsay. When he saw me, he smiled and waved, and Wet Lindsay gave me a look of death.
Ha, ha. Poo on Wet Lindsay!
"Hi, Georgia." And he slipped his arm around my waist. I became jelloid again. Wet Lindsay stuck her nose up in the air, and the foreheadless girl walked away.
"Hi." I said, only it came out more like: "Hnnghiiiiiiigh." It was embarrassing.
"Well, I have to go soon. See you for dinner." And he gave me a little of some number 6 snogging.
And I nearly melted.
"Okay." I said, and walked away on melty jelloid legs.
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This is my first Georgia Nicolson ficcy. I hope you enjoyed the first bit.
I'm not done. Ha ha ha ha.
Yes. I'm special. No, I'm not a schizophrenic mind-reader.
Haaaaai. Anyway, I was curious as to whether or not I should put a lot of Cousin James in.
Should I?
Olly.