Sunday, February 8th
Painfully sunny
9:33 AM
Good morning, good morning. ack, who am I fooling. I have decided to fade away in this little room of mine, and Libby will be my little servant child. She will bring me all the milk trays I can eat. Ergh, but then my skin would get all spotty, and that would be no good, because what if SG comes to visit me? Jas can be my live in beautician then. As long as she doesn't try to give me a horrid fringe. Going to sleep now.
9:36
Found Libby's nappy at the bottom of my bed. She is fired as my servant child. Instead, she can wear cat ears and a tail and be my little jester. I will feed her kitty treats. Yes. That is all I have to say. Going to cry myself to sleep now.
10:07
Jas has just rung me up and told me she is holding un fete dans her house! What shall I do? No one wants to be with I, the old hag of the town. No SG to dance with either. Or snog. He is partying with girls who wear very little clothing in Kiwi-a-gogo land. I think I hate my life. I also think I have acquired a rather rotten smell, too, which means that even Jas will not stand with me in a dark corner, as she has a very sensitive nose. Whereas I just have a very LARGE nose. I smell of stale seaweed, and chicken that has gone bad.
10:02
And what shall I wear? Perhaps a burqa. They are all the rage. Just not here. Which I don't understand, because I think they are very flattering if you are unbearably hideous. Must start trying new hairstyles from mum's Cosmo.
10:04
My mother reads pornography. Does she actually do the things with my father that this magazine suggests? Must think pure thoughts. Baby chicks, clean sweaters, church, broccoli, cucumbers NO NOT CUCUMBERS, towels, clouds, sunshine, Dave the Laugh.NO Rob. Rob Rob Rob. Ah, this hairstyle looks nice. Like a sausage at the back of your head, but all frizzy at the top. How sophisticamos. Like me. Going to take Libs for a walk.
Friday, Feb 13th
4:02
In Duetsch today we learned how to say, "Bend over." I yelled this at Elvis on our way out. Apparently, he knows German, because he blushed a deep, frightening purple. Ick. Now he thinks I want him to bear my children. Well that is just not so Elvis. You are far past manopause. Ha! Ha! I crack myself up. Like an egg. Jas' partay tonight. I'll wear all white to blend into the walls.
8:47
I forgot, Jas's walls are GREEN. Who on earth paints there walls green? It is as if her parents wish they lived in the jungle. Perhaps they like to sit in trees and fling their poo at one another.
According to Jas my nunga nungas look enormous in white. I think she may be onto something, klevor girl, because as Rosie and I were walking to Jas' an old man on his front lawn yelled, "MUMMY!" I think I shall kill myself.
10:33
The whole time Dave was dancing with other girls, during the slow songs that make me feel as sad as a swordfish, he would look at me over their shoulders and waggle his eyebrows, I think in the direction of my chest. My breasts and I hate him. Oh Gord save me. Then when I was getting some punch, he came over and said, "Georgia, I need to talk to you, I'm really, er, confused about our little secret randy-vous. You see." Fortunately, his back was to me, as he was getting some punch for himself, so I walked off, letting him chatter to himself about shameful snogging and other such things. Ha. Ha. Ha. So there Mr. Laughy laugh laugh laugh. Who's laughing now? Moi. Yes, that's right. Okay, I'm finished.
10:43
It'll take a bit of effort, but I think it would be appropriate to cry myself to sleep tonight, as I am mourning the loss of my ONE true love. Although that means I'll have to spend some time with cucumber slices tomorrow. Gord, I have had to sacrifice soooo much for this romantic and dramatic life I lead. Oh well, I am slowly getting over it, as I am slowly getting over not being able to fly.
Painfully sunny
9:33 AM
Good morning, good morning. ack, who am I fooling. I have decided to fade away in this little room of mine, and Libby will be my little servant child. She will bring me all the milk trays I can eat. Ergh, but then my skin would get all spotty, and that would be no good, because what if SG comes to visit me? Jas can be my live in beautician then. As long as she doesn't try to give me a horrid fringe. Going to sleep now.
9:36
Found Libby's nappy at the bottom of my bed. She is fired as my servant child. Instead, she can wear cat ears and a tail and be my little jester. I will feed her kitty treats. Yes. That is all I have to say. Going to cry myself to sleep now.
10:07
Jas has just rung me up and told me she is holding un fete dans her house! What shall I do? No one wants to be with I, the old hag of the town. No SG to dance with either. Or snog. He is partying with girls who wear very little clothing in Kiwi-a-gogo land. I think I hate my life. I also think I have acquired a rather rotten smell, too, which means that even Jas will not stand with me in a dark corner, as she has a very sensitive nose. Whereas I just have a very LARGE nose. I smell of stale seaweed, and chicken that has gone bad.
10:02
And what shall I wear? Perhaps a burqa. They are all the rage. Just not here. Which I don't understand, because I think they are very flattering if you are unbearably hideous. Must start trying new hairstyles from mum's Cosmo.
10:04
My mother reads pornography. Does she actually do the things with my father that this magazine suggests? Must think pure thoughts. Baby chicks, clean sweaters, church, broccoli, cucumbers NO NOT CUCUMBERS, towels, clouds, sunshine, Dave the Laugh.NO Rob. Rob Rob Rob. Ah, this hairstyle looks nice. Like a sausage at the back of your head, but all frizzy at the top. How sophisticamos. Like me. Going to take Libs for a walk.
Friday, Feb 13th
4:02
In Duetsch today we learned how to say, "Bend over." I yelled this at Elvis on our way out. Apparently, he knows German, because he blushed a deep, frightening purple. Ick. Now he thinks I want him to bear my children. Well that is just not so Elvis. You are far past manopause. Ha! Ha! I crack myself up. Like an egg. Jas' partay tonight. I'll wear all white to blend into the walls.
8:47
I forgot, Jas's walls are GREEN. Who on earth paints there walls green? It is as if her parents wish they lived in the jungle. Perhaps they like to sit in trees and fling their poo at one another.
According to Jas my nunga nungas look enormous in white. I think she may be onto something, klevor girl, because as Rosie and I were walking to Jas' an old man on his front lawn yelled, "MUMMY!" I think I shall kill myself.
10:33
The whole time Dave was dancing with other girls, during the slow songs that make me feel as sad as a swordfish, he would look at me over their shoulders and waggle his eyebrows, I think in the direction of my chest. My breasts and I hate him. Oh Gord save me. Then when I was getting some punch, he came over and said, "Georgia, I need to talk to you, I'm really, er, confused about our little secret randy-vous. You see." Fortunately, his back was to me, as he was getting some punch for himself, so I walked off, letting him chatter to himself about shameful snogging and other such things. Ha. Ha. Ha. So there Mr. Laughy laugh laugh laugh. Who's laughing now? Moi. Yes, that's right. Okay, I'm finished.
10:43
It'll take a bit of effort, but I think it would be appropriate to cry myself to sleep tonight, as I am mourning the loss of my ONE true love. Although that means I'll have to spend some time with cucumber slices tomorrow. Gord, I have had to sacrifice soooo much for this romantic and dramatic life I lead. Oh well, I am slowly getting over it, as I am slowly getting over not being able to fly.