So I said I never would but I'm going to start a blog. To be honest nobody ever reads these things unless they are 1.) Thought provocing or 2.) Very funny. As I am neither this is going to be more of a diary of my life. Or at least the next few weeks until I get bored, I have a very short attention span.
So where to start? This is basically going to be all about my shitty love life and worse family life, like therapy for the skint. I'm originally Scottish but I live in the superficial capital of the world, Dubai. The city of gold, flash cars and Russian prostitutes. I'm completely self obsessed, because let's face it, what self respecting, spoilt teenage girl isn't? I'm 16 and waiting for my GCSE results with a mixture of excitment and pure fear. I can't spell, which probably means that I failed english. I'm not actually that worried about the results because I've already got a school to go to next year, I'm one of the lucky few who's not needing there results to get accepted.
I have exactly 2160 songs on my itunes and I can't find one I remotely want to listen to. That says a lot about either me being indesisive or my bad taste in music. Either way it seriously sucks. What else is there about me? I'm incredibly random and will go off on tangents about nothing. I have a rubbish relationship history (but who doesn't these days?) and I hate Dubai. That's a lie. I don't hate the actual place, I hate what it turns you into: a spoilt little princess bitch who spend one half of her life at the mall and the other out getting wasted. This is basically what I am and to be honest I'm enjoying every minute of it. That's fairly contradictory, but I'm a fairly contradictory person.
What did I do today? Nothing. I watched old episodes of Scrubs and House on youtube and talked to my ex on msn. He is the most negative, boring and damn depressing person in the world, what did I ever see in him? I downloaded a shit load of music that I don't actually like, but still haven't gotten around to downloading the Layer Cake soundtrack. Dad's home so we had this amazing dinner that he cooked. One of the good things about dad being back, the food's better.
Peter kept poking me on Facebook and when I messaged him when it was going to end he went in a huff. South African bitch. I haven't heard anything from Phil (surprise surprise) but Narwa randomly texted me asking me out to Trilogy, which would be nice if they would let me in. I hate being so young. Keifer broke up with me which is a blessing, one less guy to worry about. Besides, I didn't actually like the poor guy in the first place. Yes I'm a bitch, you'll get used to it. I will write down the back story behind all these guys at some point when I have the time, inshallah.
I now have to go and play a bored game with my family. Dad's been home one day and he's already stopped me from going out twice and is now forcing me to socialise with my brother. Fantastic.
Toodles xoxox