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.

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.