Angst? Me? Never.

I actually did just read back a bit over my blog. I wish I hadn't.
I was going on about Hugh upsetting John, but I seem tyo be doing it all the time. I just don't have any patience anymore..

I think I am addicted to blogging. I never knew I could ever keep up a diary for such a long time. This is my 104th entry. I would look over the things that have happened for memories and stuff but I can't be bothered. The most major problem with the new computer is that is has to be the slowest thing in the known universe. And I don't think it's all because we still have dial up. It's got even worse since we put all of the virus protection on it. But at least we won't be getting any viruses. Actually, i don't think it would be possible to, the virus would probably have gone out of date before the e mail actually opened. ARGH. Bebo is so annoyingggggggg. It tooks years to load and then when i wanted to change my user name the one I wanted was taken anyway. I wonder if the person who stole it from my brain (well, Rose's actually, as she thought of it.) Has the same t-shirt as me..
Did anyone watch the RND stuff on tv last night? I did, part of me wishes that I hadn't. The videos were so sad. And I had to try not to cry because everyone was in the room and when I cry people never leave me alone even tho want them to. Also I think I must be the only person on the planet that doesn't fine Little Britain funny. It's just all a bit.. boring. And repetetive. Catherie Tate was pretty funny tho. I guess.. I think maybe I just have a different sense of humor to everyone else. Well, Rose gets my jokes (sometimes after about 5 minutes). But the thing is neither of us are like.. saying jokes every 5 seconds or anything, but we always seem to be laughing. I guess that is the really kewl thing about Rose, she makes me laugh so I don't feel all crap. I think people are begining to think it is a bit wierd. But since when is anything actually normal? It never has been, and I really doubt it's ever going to be. I wonder if Lara is as mad as she used to be... I doubt it, I expect she hangs around with the chav people and makes jokes that aren't funny. Actually, I'm not going to think about her because it makes me miserable.
I don't really know why I'm still typing. I think it's basically because once I stop then I have nothing to do, apart from wait for my dad to arrive so I an go to his and be bored out of my mind.
Mothers day tomorow. Got something last week when dad dragged me out into PLymouth where I saw the Infamous Devil dancing down the road and burst out laughing but no one had a clue what I was laughing at. Anyway, I got her a cople of candles. It sounds really crap so I'm kinda worried. But she really likes candles and stuff and so she hopefully will be happy. And I think we might take her out to coffee somewhere. John said he thought M day was next week because he was in a mood. I dunno what about. Probably a bit of dust flew the wrong way. I'm horrible. But I don't care. It's easier, at least I'm not being horrible to their faces, and they aren't ever going to read this either so it doesn't matter. I wouldn't want them to read it. because then they would know how I feel about stuff and go all funny with me. I had a diary once that my mum found and she got really mad at me because it said a lot of things that I wasn't very happy about. So I guess ifit looks like anyone is going to find this I'll have to delete it. Not that I'd want to. Tho I have thought about it a few times, when I was really sad for no reason.
My arm aches. I think I slept on it. I don't get that tho. How can you fall asleep on your arm??! You'd think that I'd wake up and notice but I didn't. I'm such a freak.