RAGE May

5 May
This was the week that Stacey arrived. I hadn't expecte her arrival. it was not  so much a surprise- i accepted her with open arms. but it was so good to finally meet her. I found her in a box in the local charity shop. Stacey is my plastic chicken nugget, my mum thinks she looks like the head of a penis, which i find offensive towards poor stacey, though i do see some similarity. and Al thinks she is an over sized baked bean. others think she is a potato. but stacey is a chicken nugget, pure bred. robin I. threatened to kill her. it's quite interesting as on the first day i had her at school, i was really protective if her. people were trying to push how far they could go before i got angry at them being mean to stacey. but by the second day i'd become very blase about the whole thing. i think if she were a project on parenting i would be in jail for neglect. plus, this nugget has been drop-kicked, thrown and bounced against the wall. hey, it's not my fault- i thought she would bounce off it. we even signed her out at lunch she's really blended in well with my friends. i love stacey alot. i don't think it's that weird that i talk to her . and kiss her and stuff. she has a thing for genetalia as well. she attacked both nicola and alistair's. stacye makes me feel really happy. i don't know why- she' a plastic chicken nugget. but i just feel really content when i sit with her at my desk. my little stacey. she's very pretty - she has pink lips and long long eyelashes. very pretty.
  this week i have found out some shocking revelations to do with people and their fantasies- well, me and nicola were relating our most intimate ones to each other in biology. we're a bit deprived at the moment. and we came up with some utterly sick shit. ok, so mine might've been twisted but one of hers is just goddamm disgusting and vile, not sexily sick. damn, i wanna puke just thinking about it.
   it was a summer-like today- really hot. summer brings me good memories, some bad oens too, but who gives a shit about them- it's the good ones that count. i feel very alive in the summer. ever get that feeling when someyhing amazing has just happened to you that you can achivee anything and take on the world? i love that feeling. it totally overrides anything else inside you
   i am seeing vision of disorder on 8th july. i am so excited- i'll have sen my 3 fave bands within 4 months. it's gonna be some sick shit. i'm having my hair dyed pink the day before, for my school ball.
   we're having our final school lucn soon. we don't have to come in on that day only for the lunch- free drink and a year famous for their abilites to drink everyone under the table. we have some major drink problem. and we're getting free drink at this lunch- they are just asking for it. we are gonna get f**ked.
   and i'd just like to say what a cool bloke rob boojaywah is. i'm IM'ing him at the moment and he is a damn decent bloke to chat with. see you at very freakin metal club in the summer, mate!
stay (sic), kids

13 May
feeling totally odd. me and my sister went to richmond. i hadn't been there for friggin years. it's become all upper class- all these designer shops. i was like 'what the f**k?' i didn't really understnad it. but i got a pink btra and vest from gap for �1.99 each. and a tight hoodie for �3.50 from a charity shop. and then i was in this one charity shop and i saw this wallet and it looked like a circuit board. and then i tilted it, as it was one of those ones where the picture changes if you tilt it , and it had all these hardcore porn pictures on it. women with dicks all over and silhouettes of people f**king. 50p.  me and robin i had this hilaious converstaion about this girl and how being stoned would make it very funny being around her. "wow, robin, you're really on par today".
i saw american psycho with some friends the other day. what the hell. that film was confusing and rather nasty. i was fascinated by the fact that ther'e this man with an obssession with cleanliness and tidyness. and then he kills in really messed up ways. well, killing at all is not that normal, but it's just such an intriguing concept. and then the ther day i was in the library at school and someone had left their copy of american psycho the book on the table so i was flicking through to find descriptions of murders- since they're supposed to be what made it a cult. and i read a couple and i felt physicaly sick. i thought i wa gonna puke, graphic is probably the word that best describes  it. and i'm pissed b/c the fantomas are playing on the same night as my school ball- a band that contains God and buzz osbourne. now i have to choose which one to go to. i think it'll be the ball as it's the last goodbye/f-you (depending on who) to people in my year.
11 weeks gone and she still hasn't done it. take care of yourself girl.
god bless the (sic). i'm out
i just re-read this and it is really boring. me and slipknot barbie are gonna get it on ohforgodssakeiamsoboredandsickofeverythingnothingisinterestingmeatthemomentandijust
feelsopissedwitheverythingmeandbarbiearegoingtokillnowkillyoukileherkillhimkillourtime
withsexandpornandsicnessandfuckthisnothingfeelsworthwhileanymore