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I'm Melissa; pretend journalist and currently real-life accountant wannabe. I used to be a kid in highschool, but I've since kicked the habit. At 18 years of age I'm just moving through life, enjoying my free-time and earning lots of money whilst still living with my parents. Continued on page 2...

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February 3, 2006 | Filed under: Bitching, Educate Me

“Marry me girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation. A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information. And buy me a star in a boulevard, it's Californication. Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Californication”

The days of version 1.5.somethingold are over. I finally got the courage to move up to the new world of themed wordpress. It’s a little scary, but I’ve got my Wags here to cuddle if it gets too much. Why fix something that’s not broken and I’d grown incredibly attached to? Spam. That evil, evil bastard kept clogging up my comments and I got the shits with continuously deleting the bastards. Yeah, I put up with that for about a year. Things may be slightly broken, but you can all deal with it until I’m used to fixing this thing up, m’kay.

Another new thing is that if you want to comment, you have to register an account or you’re not allowed! This is another anti-spam strategy. Plus, if you’re interested enough in what I write to want to tell me something, you’ll sign up. Hooray!

Back to school. It’s been… interesting. I was thrilled to pieces about the new timetable (there’s something about memorising a timetable and writing it up neatly in my wonderfully organised diary that gets me all excited), even though they’ve rigged it so that I don’t have any free periods at the beginning/end of the day, meaning I don’t get flexible attendance. Another thing I don’t like about it is that I now have English every day of the week, rather than having an English-free Wednesday - as well as having a new English teacher that’s from a local comprehensive highschool. She treats all of us like we’re at a comprehensive highschool standard, too. No I do not want to listen to Mozart and write down what I think it sounds like, and I don’t want to be talked to like a sub-standard student that takes a full 40 minute period to write what I think a poem is about. Die, woman!

You know what’d be funny? If the everything on the internet really was like it happened for Heather at Dooce. I’d get expelled for insulting the English teacher and everyone that I dislike at school.

Composed by Melissa at 11:01pm · 2 Wrote in

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