How you doing?

Now, before I begin to ramble on about un-amusing, un-interesting, depressing buzz-kills of life stories that we all know and love,I will let you know that these words I am sharing with you will be my way of expressing the emotions chained to being one hell of a freak. Ok, I do have friends, I'm not that much of a social reject, so I won't be yabbering on about how my life sucks, even though it does (I thought I may as well get it out of the way) and anyway I have more important things to share like . . er. . .hmm . . well I can't think of any right now, but the time will come. I thought I'd start by introducing myself. Yeah I know "what was all that shit about?" well, I don't know the answer to that myself, like a lot of things then. Ok, so. I contain the big digits - 15 the age within the wonder years, I reckon this is about as good as life gets, but hey, you adults, golden oldies, coffin dodgers, I'm willing to be proven wrong. I'm about as average as they get, ranking at about the half way point of the social hierarchy, somewhere in between the civilians of loserville and the self involved exhibits of mindless drones. God, I sound just like one of those dorky kids from an American movie that hates beautiful people, I have nothing against beautiful people, after all I am one (JOKING), but the fact that some beautiful people feel a need to smoke, do drugs and dress like sluts makes them idols to lower years is just shocking, soon the world will be dominated by stupid,pretty people, BUT THE NERDS WILL FIGHT BACK, our time will come. Haha - got a bit carried away there, ver vas I ja? Ok, well, my hobbies are pretty much restricted to my bedroom (haha you dirty pervs) and a majority is on my laptop, the terms Facebook and Youtube addicts come to mind. I am an Air Cadet though (that just lost me like 10 cool points) but it is AWSHUM, have you ever flown a plane for free? Gone shooting for free? Gone gliding for free? Done Duke of Edinburgh for free? No? Well then you should reconsider your judgement of Cadetness eh? I consider myself to be kinda smart, (emphasis on the kinda) I took THE hardest options for my gcses (what was I thinking? I'm destined to fail) -double science, geography, stats, double lang. . come on. I took art too . . I like crayons (that's an in-joke btw so unless I know you, you wont get it. All my predicted grades are As and A*s but no way is that possible with my Bs and Cs in English. Grrrrr. I often end up humiliating myself although it's never usually my fault but that of another. Like today. . . walking to school like the norm. About 10 guys in my year behind us - laughing. And then I notice, dear god, my skirt had been pulled by my bag up around my arse. Quicker than the speed of light I pulled it back to my leg. For my little display the guys gave me a round of applause. I could've died from shame. Daymn, already written too much. See you guys around some time yeah? I should be free every week. Crap, I missed Waterloo road for this, the things I do for you guys. LAT'AZ!((((laterz ((laters))((later))(see you later))))) x x x x x :D