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Lottie the Ill-Starred

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[06 Sep 2007|05:33pm]
[ mood | Heartbroken ]

Starting to think that men aren't worth it.

4 1/2 hours of crying :-/

Bastard.

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Whinging... [25 Feb 2007|03:55pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Tuesday: Spend 15 minutes running around looking for either of the teachers I was told I could hand in my english coursework to. AGAIN. Thought that after 3 weeks of doing this it would finally be over. Again, I was wrong.

Wednesday: Spend two hours standing in the freezing cold so that Lydia could impress some guy at school rugby game. At the end of the game, guy walks past. Ignores her. Walks past again. Ignores her. Walks past again. Says, "Hi." and leaves. Spend rest of night shivering because of Hadie giving me a cold :@

Thursday: Laura and Hadie spend most of morning yelling at eachother, over NOTHING. Laura then mad at me for daring to speak to Hadie.

Screen of new phone broken. Must wait 2 weeks to get it fixed or no phone for Barca game.

Friday: Pass out and have seizure at school. Am left alone for 5 minutes, then given water and told to go back to class.

Saturday: Headache all day. Nearly break ankle walking in silly high heels.

Sunday: Fuck knows...

If it weren't for the total fucking brilliance of Wednesday night, I'd be seriously depressed right now...

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[06 Oct 2006|05:59pm]
[ mood | happy ]

Ross Noble = Fucking rocks.

Being spoken to by Ross Noble several times = rocks harder

<333333333333

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[08 Apr 2006|12:32am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Hello. It's my birthday.










I'm going to bed.

<333333333333333

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[05 Apr 2006|09:26pm]
[ mood | happy ]

Pryvit!

Wheeey, had a good day today, spend a while just haging out doing my hair & make up & wandering around in high heels drinking herbal tea. I figure I'll feel better if I look and act fabulous at every moment of the day. Went with Rachel to get her eyebrows waxed and then stood with her in the chippie having a good nose at some bloke getting searched by the police, then came home to watch Barca v Benfica and Arsenal v Juve. ARSENAL MUST NOT WIN THE CL *_*

Rachel's gonna come over tomorrow so we can make brownies and because I want someone to be here with me when I have to sign for my dad's delivery... I'm such a dork LOL.

Oh, and there's a package on our table which i'm guessing is for me, since it's from UK Soccer Shop and it's my birthday on Saturday.

Could either be:
Spain Away Shirt
Brazil Home Shirt
orrrrrrr...
Liverpool Euro Shirt I've wanted for yonks. Could it be? :-o

Much luff to all of you, and I hope I get a birthday kiss! (I have a certain perosn in mind, but...)

<3333333333333333333333333333333

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[04 Apr 2006|09:40pm]
[ mood | jubilant ]

Super Shevaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Thankyou Milan ^_^

Thankyou Villareal ^_^


If only I could see his face now...


Milan, Milan, solo con te... <3

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[17 Mar 2006|05:22pm]
So you tell me you love me.
Tell me I'm the only one.
Tell me it's serious.
Tell me you want us to be together.

Then you tell me there's someone else.

And do you know what?

I'm not surprised.

And I don't even fucking care anymore

So I hope she can put up with your cheating, lying, back-stabbing, selfish, self-loving, uncaring self. Because I can't. She's fucking welcome to you.

Fuck you, and goodbye.
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[17 Mar 2006|04:18pm]
[ mood | Loved Up ]

So today was our school's annual year 10 fake wedding... and that means what (apart from cake)? ... Dressing up!!

Piccy!!Collapse )

Oh, and happy St Paddy's day :) <33333333333333

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[15 Mar 2006|07:13pm]
[ mood | happy ]

I have, like, one positive thing in my life at the moment.














Thank you for being there for me < 3

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[09 Mar 2006|07:24pm]
[ mood | Positive ]

Best day EVER.

We may be out fo the CL.

We may only be 3rd in the league.

But fuck it, next year, and all that.

Still had a fantastic day.

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[07 Mar 2006|09:55pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

'Ave it!!

Good end to a day partly spent standing out in the rain (long story...)

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[03 Mar 2006|11:07pm]
[ mood | happy ]

Chavved from niamh-xniamh_x


Three Names You Go By:
1. Charlotte (duh)
2. Lottie
3. Emo (Lydia's nickname for me :))

Three Screen Names You Have Had:
1. freaky girly
2. xdriveshaftx
3. +_Lottie_+

Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:
1. Shortness (= cuteness!)
2. Teeth
3. Good reactions

Three Physical Things You Don't Like About Yourself:
1. Feet
2. Weight
3. Shape

Three Parts Of Your Heritage:
1. Irish
2. Liverpudlian
3. 'Tis about it!

Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:
1. PC
2. MP3 Player
3. Football

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Stripey socks with holes in
2. AC Milan shirt
3. Black trousers with the bottoms folded up

Three Of Your Favorite Bands:
1. The White Stripes <333
2. Red Hot Chili Peppers <3333333
3. Oasis <333333333333333


Three Things You Want In A Relationship:
1. Unconditional love
2. Undivided attention
3. To be understood
See, not at all demanding, am I?

Two Truths And A Lie:
1. I'm in love
2. I'm happy
3. I' tired

Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:
1. Eyes
2. Lips
3. Sense of humour

Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. Watching footy
2. Playing guitar & keyboard / piano
3. Writing

Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:
1. Go to sleep
2. Go and play footy
3. Go and give Lydia a hug

Three Careers You've Considered:
1. Writing
2. Fashion Design
3. Forensic Science (:geek:)

Three Places You Want To Go On Holiday:
1. Spain
2. Liverpool (again and again and again...)
3. Italy

Three Kid's Names You Like: Ew ew ew ew ew! Er...
1. Luis (lol...)
2. Xabi (lol more...)
3. Iker (luff)

Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
1. Live in lots of places in Europe
2. Go to the World Cup & a CL Final
3. Have a book published

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Chick:
1. I like glitter
2. I have too many pairs of shoes
3. I consider shopping a sport

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Guy:
1. I sit like one
2. I can climb things...
3. I'm good at maths & ICT and stuff... *pathetic*

Three Celeb Crushes: Only 'celebs' I know are footballers and politicians, and politicians don't really do it for me...
1. Michael Owen - first, last, and in between...
2. Xabi Alonso (rawr!)
3. Shirley Manson. My GOD, woman.

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[03 Feb 2006|11:10am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

Grr. Grrrrr. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrargh.

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[01 Feb 2006|10:19pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

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[24 Jan 2006|05:20pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

New journal... New name, new layout... Enjoy

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