Silverchair...

I might be going to see Silverchair! Maybe! Perhaps! *grrr*
I wish that wasn't a maybe.
Anyway, so far today - have had boring morning. Finally handed in French, which is a good thing.
Mother remembered what the name of the band was, remembered they were Australian, remembered all of this... I was very surprised. Has also said I can get the streaks in my hair! Yay!

Angels fuck, devils kiss - IT lesson, obviously

I have decided Angels Fuck, Devils Kiss is my new favourite song. Even more than Fear of Dying, though I love that too.
As usual, my life bites. There is nothing to write about, except there is some guy in the background shrieking Amazing Grace.
I don't want to do IT in a minute. It will be more turning-on-the-computer-and-switching-it-off crap.
My earrings are too heavy for my ears. This is the highlight of my life..
*pulls self together*
That's it. No more entries about how sucky my life is. Yeah, right(!)
I have just been asked whether I have my own e-mail address - we are now being asked whether we would like an account set up for us? Rosie doesn't want a hotmail address, she wants an msn address. Poor darling...
She just asked "How do we get on the internet?" Oh, you poor pathetic bitch, you don't know how to turn computers on, you don't know how to follow a link, you don't know crap because you're a poor pathetic native of Rosieland where the birds sing and the sheep follow each other and everyone carries a mirror in their back pocket.
I'm getting steadily angrier - she just put as her first name, "Sex goddess."
She doesn't know shit!

This is my webwise username and password, as I know I'll forget it:
Your username is: ravenm4
Your password is: choxguror

Anyway... here I go...
Right, I'm back. So far, I have learnt... a load of crap. I actually went to help Kara set up an e-mail address. What a way to prostitute your intelligence. Come to think of it, there are a hell of a lot of people more intelligent than Kara.

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I hate using words to say what I think and feel - I hate how words are never enough to express anything! The only way to understand what it feels like to be me is to be me, and right now I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I'm writing this in the dark with the music so loud I can barely hear it.
I hate being told what to do all the time! I hate taking orders from anyone - I hate being so settled in my own skin I can't take criticism of any sort, I hate being so unhappy to be me that I wish I was someone else. I wish I wasn't two people in one skin. I hate the feeling of being trapped here where I'll always have someone watching me and telling me what to do. I love peace and no quiet - loud music in solitude. I hate people because I'm afraid of them - I hate the way the only person who won't hurt me is myself. I hate the fear of what people will think - I hate the way I have to choose between living my own life and breaking someone's heart.
I hate how I seem to be happy. I don't hate being happy. I love the silence that comes when I'm actually happy. I live for the quiet. I have to feel like this before I'll listen to music. I have to listen to music I can drown in and forget in.
I want to be safe and free. I wish I knew why I feel like this.

Turn her over
A candle is lit, I see through her
Blow it out and save all her ashes for me

Curse me sold her
The poison that runs it's course through her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over

Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said "feels fine" it's wonderful wonderful here

Hex me told her
I dreamt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over

I lay quiet
waiting for her voice to say
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away"

Scold me failed her
If only I'd held on tighter to her
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me

Watch me lose her
It's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over all over me