Saturday, 28 August 2010


Please help.

But no, seriously. So, I'm in Lanzarote, in the Canary Islands with my little cousin and my Grandma. The two most annoying people in the world, after my mother, of course.

That's just me, yeah, I know, I guess I just hate being with people. I like my privacy. I like singing in the shower. So being in a tiny house and sharing a tiny room with my mardy-ass Grandma and having a hyperactive annoying thirteen year old boy across the hall is pretty much perfect.

So, now that I'm quite done ranting about how TERRIBLE my life is *cough* I've decided that I'm going to stay living with my mum for the time being. If I've already said that in a previous post or something then I'm awfully sorry, but I'm just far too lazy to check. So yeah, I'm going to just suck it up and stay with her until I go to uni, and then I'll get my own place. No roommates. Just me. Til then, I guess I'll just have to find a way to fund my sure-to-develop valium habit. Talking of funding, I need a car, and I need a gym membership, looks like I'm probably going to have to either become a whore or a drug pusher.

I can't be bothered to write anymore today, so, yeah, I'm going to split for now, I feel crappy and I hate everything.

Bye :)

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Why you should not eat chocolate and icecream for breakfast; Part I.

No, I kid. It's actually a fracking brilliant idea, except that now, six hours later, I physically can't function. I'm also feeling really kind of guilty because no joke, I had about 1000 calories worth of sweet, sugary, wondrous crap, all before 11am, and it was awesome. Yeah, I know, mlia.

So erm, I'm in England now (I was in Wales before, if I've not mentioned so far that I live there, well, there it is.) visiting my dad because for some reason my mum thought that a 150 mile separation was a fantastic idea. Louise the social worker called me yesterday but I was asleep, and yeah, it was like, eleven AM, but really, between having a home and sleeping, well, I know where my priorities lie. I called her back today but she wasn't in the office so I said I'd call her later, which I haven't, but oh my days, I am tired. Probably because of what crap i had for breakfast but still, no regrets :D

I really wish I had something more interesting to tell (all three of) my followers (just kidding guys, thank you haha, I didn't expect people to actually take the time to read or consider reading the random spewings of my conciousness) but, well, I don't so, yeah. My life seems to be on holiday right now, which I'm actually kind of thankful for. I like not hving to deal with things. Feels good man, feels good.

I'm going to go quietly slip into a food-coma now, so, yeah. Buh bye.

Saturday, 31 July 2010

Feeling dirty.

I FEEL quite thoroughly filthy right now. I didn't sleep last night, so my body hasn't realised it's morning yet. I'm waiting for the three cups of coffee I've begrudgingly ingested to kick in and make me feel a little bit more lucid. So far, it's just made me feel ill. The reason I stayed up all night, of course, is because my dad's coming to pick me up today, and I hadn't packed or anything, so I couldn't afford to oversleep today, blargh. So uh, yeah, right now I'm feeling fatigued and like my insides are dying, woop. Also, I still have Pokémon theme music in my head.

K. Things I need to do this morning before my dad gets here...(one thing you should know about me - my life revolves around plans, lists, schemes and goals, which although I don't ever actually achieve, make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside)
Wash etc.
Get some Goddamn face on.
Put my makeup and junk in my toiletries bag.
Get the shoes and handbags I need together.
Go to NewLook and buy some socks. Yes, socks. Because I reached one of my goals (in fact surpassed it) and I deserve some new f*ckin' socks. (another thing you should know - hosiery and lingerie are my two leading obsessions)

It's nine, and I only have about three or so hours until my dad (might) get here, so I'm going to very slowly crawl off and get those things done.

Friday, 30 July 2010

Konichiwa, motherf*ckers.

AHEM. Ohai, I'm Hayley. This blog is basically just an account of my fantastic awful life over the next God knows how long. I don't know whether I'll carry on with this - we'll see how it goes. But, my life is about set to get pretty f*cking interesting over the coming months, so, I thought I'd document it so it's there for people to not read.

Day One.

YESTERDAY I went to see  my social worker. Her name is Louise Bright. She's a lovely woman, and she's probably really busy all the time seeing as she looks after pretty much everyone in Torfaen. I told her i wanted to move out.

Yes, I know, I'm only sixteen blah blah blah. But, my mum drives me literally insane and I need out.

Anyway, she told me my options, and they seem pretty great for me. Well, actually, she described where I'd be living as "It's like Big Brother." I don't know what that's meant to mean, but I've always wanted to be on that. What do you mean, I'm looking at this from an immature perspective??

So I'm going to England tomorrow for two weeks, anyway, to see my dad, so that ought to be pretty good. I'll see quite a few people.

I can't really think of much else to put today, except, that I've got Pokémon theme music in my head. Gosh, I'm cool.