Katy - Size Zero just won't fit

Katy - Size Zero just won't fit
Tomorrow I'm gonna go round to Katy's house, and finally see her for the first time since what feels like forever. When it came to choosing a high school, I chose the nearest one and she decided to go and board at a bigger town.

She's an amazing girl. She's extremely pretty but she's not eating properly of late. I say of late, but what I mean by that is the past year or so. She was never fat, always very slender. And more and more so as time goes by.

She wants to be a model, and the saddest thing is that, no matter how beautiful and well balanced she was, she wasn't thin enough. Those moody looking sticks strutting around in Louis Vuitton and Prada would make anyone look fat. Spending so much time immersed in Vogue and desperately wanting to be part of that world, she must conform.

It's so saddening that eating disorders should exist. But, that said, I don't know many girls that wouldn't say "I'd like to lose a few kilos". (hell, I'd love to be thinner, but I have no will-power and I enjoy eating chocolate too much to give it up) And, I know flicking through glossy magazines makes me feel fat and ugly, and fashion ones are the worst. Even the adverts are enough to put you off that packet of chocolate buttons.


...But, anyway, back to what I was saying; tomorrow, sleepover at her house, just me and her. She's always looked out for me when I wasn't feeling very good, and despite a few... rough times, I really love that girl. But, as the cold cow I am, I'm don't ever show it.

oh deeeeaaary me mushroom pizzzzzzzaaaa

# Posté le mercredi 18 avril 2007 14:17

Just yabbering

Today feels strange.

And so did yesterday.

And the day before, because...

On Friday, after finally obtaining's Mike's MSN address, I sent him an e-mail that evening. And in the evening, I start getting big ideas and become a little more courageous. So I typed out this enormous long essay, first going over asking a favour, and then describing him (whose name is Matthieu, actually) and then saying that I would much appreciate it if he would...

And then I realised that I didn't actually know what Mike would, or could do that I would be happy with. What if he asks him about me, and it turns out that he thinks I'm fat, ugly and extremely loud and just a little mentally disturbed? OK, maybe a lot mentally disturbed.

But then again, what if he finds me as fascinating as I find him, beautiful, 'curvy', outgoing and eccentric? With brilliant tastes in music?

Or what if he has a girlfriend? Who's uglier, fatter, stupider, less funny and more boring than me? Who listens to 50 Cents and/or Rihanna? What if he's going out with that girl that he sometimes goes walking about in town with...?! She looks like a nice person. And that's what annoys me.

But he hasn't answered. He may be having an operation on his ear... So his lack of response is excusable. But damn it's driving me mad. Maybe he's read it and just not answered...? And then forgotten?! I do that all the time. Now I know how people must feel when I do it to them.

OK, I'm shutting up now.


...PS: Ciao

# Posté le lundi 16 avril 2007 16:46

. i d o l i s e .

. i d o l i s e .
I love playing guitar. Music is something which is quickly becoming more and more important to me, and I desperately wish to be as talented as some of my idols.

John Frusciante is just amazing. He's so talented, and his guitar collection just makes my jaw drop. How many vintage Strats does one dude need?! But, seeing the music he creates with said guitars, it's all right.

Flea is by far my favourite bassist ever. His style is very individual (just like everyone's in the Red Hot Chili Peppers, actually), and damn can he move while playing.

just because everything needs a few pictures

# Posté le samedi 14 avril 2007 05:27

Outing in Bordeaux

Today I went into school with a light heart and an equally light school bag. Ah, yes: once again, time for a school outing! One of the best things about being in my class is that it's the favoured class of my school year, meaning we got offered a holiday to either Germany or Italy, several trips to the cinema and a surprising amount of days out and about. That said, once we were made to march through fields in the cold, dew seeping straight through the canvas on my Converses. Haha, how ironic. Making us walk through fields on a field trip.

But today was good! Despite having to sit through two different tour guides, trained in the art of passing on knowledge to moody teenagers that don't care, it was almost fun!

We had an hour and a half free time in Bordeaux town centre, which pretty much translates to speed shopping. It's a special technique to shop in the most efficient way possible: you plan what shops you really want to go to and you dash to each one, occasionally stopping by an interesting looking store on the way. I only spent ¤3, though, on a pair of checkered laces for my black Converses <3

Looked a right prat strutting around to "Hump de Bump" (RCHP's new single) while on the guided tour, but I really don't care.

Spotted an interesting looking emo, rushed up to where he was going, and almost fell over right in front of him. Oops.

In the bus, Jeffrey wouldn't shut up singing his 'hit singles'. When I called his name, he repeatedly attacked me with his pen/microphone. Stupid 'gueux'.

# Posté le jeudi 12 avril 2007 12:25

Oh, stupid little girl

As an extremely pretentious and self-obsessed teenage girl, I'm allowed my fair share of dumb and generally over-exaggerated crushes. And, boy, do I take advantage.

It's strange how something so seemingly small can somehow or other become large and eventually dominating in one's head. I see him pass and, on a bad day, I just want to sit and cry because I fully have the ability to make this petty obsession into something real, but I'm also holding myself back. Something deep in my gut stabs my if I try to smile. Maybe I have extremely violent tapeworms...?

But the very small determined part of me, largely dominated by the much larger area that tells me to lay back and do nothing, is still up for the fight. I want him. The sight of his skinny frame walking nervously, his battered rucksack hanging loosely, his old trainers and beaten-up jeans with the same old shirts, makes me want him because I feel that I deserve him in a strange indescribable way.

He looks just like what I used to feel. But he probably isn't. If he were, he would be invisible, and I can see him. But who else does...?

like frusciante... but closer to home

# Posté le mercredi 11 avril 2007 15:22

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