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Carmesi's Diary

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1st October 2011


Hello, so this is my first diary entry.
Understand this, just incase you are a creepy pedophile trying to get all my information, I am NOT going to say my real name, not going to say my email address, my mobile number, where I go to school, my town and definitely where I live. 


Anyway, now that's over with, I have not been doing much this week. Which is usual... for me.
It has been boiling hot in Britain this week, I don't think I like it, because that means the wasps come out. And I hate wasps. Still don't like it when people kill them though...
(Bro: *Get's magazine out to squash it*
Me: NO! Just trap it in a glass and let it outside!
Bro: Why? It's an evil little ...... and it could hurt someone!
Me: I don't care! Let it out of the window!) He still doesn't listen though...



I had to do a walk from school yesterday down to a park 3km away, downhill on the way there. Up hill for 3km in an British heatwave. About 28'C in the open sunlight. 
Let me get something across, I am one of those people who DOESN'T want a tan. I want to be pale, like white kind of pale. I also want to grow my nails so I can paint them black and scare little kids at night while I do my creepy laugh because I think it would be cool.
(I'm not THAT cruel, it was my best friends idea.)

So, I was not having a pleasant time, as I was trying my hardest to keep my skin concealed from the sunlight with my bright blue, thin (though nobody believes that it's thin, AND that it can keep me warm on a cold day, and keep me dry in the rain. IT'S A MIRACLE JUMPER!) jumper that used to be my granny's.
And all I raised for doing it was £15.00. Though I suppose it's better than nothing. 
Or it would be, if it was money for a charity.
But is wasn't.
School wanted us to do the walk, to raise money for the school.


Anyway, it was still fun. All in all, no thanks to the school and wasps.
At least friends are always there to laugh the living day lights out a bad thing. And scare me half to death...Oh wait, that's not a good thing. STOP SCREWING WITH ME!


I WILL BLOG NEXT WEDNESDAY THURSDAY SUNDAY WEEK!


BYE!


6th October 2011


Just a short one today, just a little something that I want to mention.
First thing is that there are a ton of idiots in my school.
I was having a pretty crap day today, first of all I was feeling that I was an incompetent person, because I can't get any work done in English, and english is the class that I REALLY need to get an A* in (if I don't my brother will torment the crap out of me) because I want to be an author when I'm older, and I really want to do good in English if nothing else, but I do want to get a good score at EVERYTHING. But recently, I feel it's not been going so well, of course what we're doing has nothing to do with writing fiction or poetry and more to do with analysing language analysing language is one bane of my existence along with a few other little things like the idiots in school. And my friends aren't exactly making it any better, I have no reason in my head at the moment why but it's just something they do that makes me feel so down and useless. like screwing with me and tormenting me. SCREW YOU! (No, no, I don't hate you, seriously. I just wish you wouldn't do that.) 
Anyway, by the time I got to my last lesson, which was P.E., I was tired, and I was slightly depressed and felt really bad about myself. 
Then the girls we had to play badminton with made it worse.
Now, it's not like I have ever done anything, in any way, bad to these girls. Or anyone else in my group for that matter. 
Either way, they were very controlling, but they didn't quite get the rules of badminton right. I was trying to explain to them, (Now, I hear that correcting people can really annoy them, but it's a habit, and I WAS kind of helping them understand it better, right? Well, trying...) and they refused to listen. Rather dismissing my help, I HATE it when this happens, and to make it worse they kind of teased me about it too. I am EASILY angered, annoyed, irritated and depressed. After a very small while, I was violent in my mind and swung my racket violently at thin air, this got me a warning look from my best friend (Apparently, I didn't really notice what it was, I just noticed she was looking at me. She informed me later that it was a warning.) and everything continued with these girls being highly annoying and well... keeping missing the shuttlecock...


After lesson has finished, I got on the bus, the rain had been pouring just before it came so I was a bit wet despite my crappy umbrella, sat next to my best friend, spoke about things. I can't quite remember but we might have spoken about the girls, or I did, and my best friend probably told me to stop holding a grudge and forget about it as she quite often does, I don't think it's so much that she doesn't care for listening (although it might be) as much as me babbling and holding a serious grudge against people (for at least a day before calming down although when I remember these things I get quite annoyed.) and so on.
I got off the bus and began walking another stop and down to my house, as I was walking, I heard a car beep, and I looked up, I noticed a car that I recognised, the front passenger seat window was open, and a girl was waving out the window. My Other Best Friend! I waved back, she was grinning and waving and it was so nice! It Really made my day and I walked the rest of the home grinning like a maniac, happy.
Though I do have a tendency for petty grudges, hence this blog.


To my friend - Thank you VERY MUCH for waving at me!


That's the end of this blog, pretty sure I've ranted you to death, sorry.


I will blog next week (hopefully something a little more interesting.)


BYEEE!!


14th October 2011



Me and my best friend had a really odd conversation today.

It started with me, my best friend (from here on she will be called Gure) and two of our friends,and we were talking about halloween.
We LOVE halloween.
Anyway, I was saying that I will still be 'trick or treating' when I am 17. Haha, YEAH, like people will give me sweets when I knock on their door at 17 without a little kid by my feet.
Gure: "Come down to mine and I'll give you half of my sweets in your bag."
Me: "Yeah, I walk to your door and say 'Trick or treat' and you say 'Yeah, why are you dressed as bob-the-builder?' (or more likely) 'Stop dressing as a Neko, there are paedophiles around.'"

Now, let's clear something up, I have NEVER dressed as Bob-The-Builder for halloween, but when I was little I didn't have an outfit so my mum used to cut holes in a bin bag, put it on me and I'd say I was a witch.
I have, however, dressed as a Neko (that's what I call Cat-People). Then my cat outfit got to small. That upset me. 
Then I got a witch outfit!
I love witches! They're awesome!
2 years ago my mum put some makeup on me and it came out awesome! 
Last year, I found I had lost some of my witch outfit (plus it was getting a bit small) so I bought a fake axe and slipped some random clothes on, and a mask I'd painted.
And called myself a mad-axe woman.
It wasn't the greatest but I had an awesome time.

Have a great October and a Great Samhain/Halloween everyone!

SAYONARA! Now that I've written about Halloween I don't know what the hell I'm gonna write about next week... -_-
(p.s. I wrote this:
'You can only ever make presumptions about a person,
You'll never know the truth of inside,
No one can know everything about a person,
No one can trust everyone with everything inside them.
We all have a little demon inside us,
Deep down,
Slowly finding it's way to the surface.
We just have to try and hold it down.')





22nd October 2011




ADULTS DON'T NOTICE THINGS!


OK, so kids don't notice a ton of things either, but adults can be really cruel in their 'not noticing'.
I was helping out at a halloween disco at a primary school on the 20th (yeah, I know, it's a bit early... but my big brother's already singing christmas songs so that's worse. I have nothing against christmas, just to clear this up, I just wish he wouldn't get so caught up in it because it's too early.) and the DJ was doing a dancing competition. 
I saw 2 kids really going for it, 1 in the girls competition and 1 in the boys, the girl got picked out, (I think she was trying to dance like she'd seen on TV) along with 2 tiny girls and 2 others, but then everyone voted for the little ones who were just shaking from side to side.
Now, don't go saying I'm evil, but, those little girls didn't deserve those prizes. They don't judge on skill anymore do they? They judge how cute they are. It's crazy.
Anyway, the little boy was right at the back, going mental, dancing as hard as he could,
DIDN'T EVEN GET LOOKED AT!
Poor kid.

Should've won.


Anyway,
Short rant this week.


До свидания! (Do svidaniya! Russian.)
NEXT WEEK: WHATEVER I CAN POSSIBLY SAAAAAY!