The double standards in this ridiculous house are incredible.
Last night I wanted to go to Gabe's. Wasn't allowed. NO explanation whatsoever. Tonight, Liam gets to swan off out to a party for fucking hours. AND he took a bottle of MY fucking vodka. I am SO angry. He's become such a dick since he got a girlfriend and got his hair cut. All I want is to see Gabe. THANKS MOTHER, for fucksake.
I don't care if she hates me, whatever, but I wish she'd stop interfering in my fucking life. I cannot WAIT to move out.
In other news, life is so bad. I'm so tired of being second best, and EVERYONE'S second priority. Not being melodramatic: this is how it is.
The title of this is pretty accurate I think. Even though I should feel content, as I have brilliant friends and an awesome boyfriend etc., I can't help but feel like there's something else I need. I don't know... I just feel insignificant. I'd like some form of clarification that life is worth living, but I know that it isn't and so do many others.
I'm in a really massive Sigur Rós phase right now. Just everything they do is sort of magical. Well not magical, as magic doesn't exist, but you know what I mean. I think.
Oh lord, non-calculator paper of the Maths GCSE on Monday. Marginally easier than calculator, but not easy by any stretch of the imagination. RS is also on Monday, and English Literature on Tuesday. Friday is both remaining Philosophy AS exams (morals and ethics and Jean-Paul Sartre's Existentialism and Humanism), so overall a really pleasant week.
I really don't look forward to weekends. It's either revising, or going out to stop myself losing my mind and feeling guilty about not revising. I MUST do well in these exams.
I feel a bit hollow.
I do love a good blog. Shame it appears as though you can't change font type, but never mind, I'm sure I'll live... just.
As this is my first blog I should say something about myself, I suppose. I won't shun the convention now, or the blogging world as we know it would sink into chaos.
I am Kayleigh. I am from Brighton. I like pretty people and nice people. I can't make decisions. I am, by nature, quite an obsessive person, in that I can get hooked on something incredibly quickly... yet I find that it can be just as easy to drop it as soon as it loses its appeal. It's a good way to get rid of people without staying power. I appreciate originality, although obviously I understand that it's harder and harder to do anything original as time goes on. I always want to know why. I'm interested in the natural world, science, the English language and other people. However, this is my blog, so it's time to at least pretend to be remotely interested in me :D
I've been nominated in the 'Most likely to win a Nobel Prize' of my school's yearbook, which is quite funny, seeing as the only thing I've ever invented is glow-in-the-dark contact lenses, and then I discovered they already existed anyway, which was a slice irritating. WHO on EARTH would think to invent glow-in-the-dark contact lenses?! I really thought I'd hit the jackpot there.
Since re-reading Yes Man by Danny Wallace recently, I've started taking more chances and saying yes to more things, and generally making things happen. Before I would've been drowning in apathy, not really bothering to get anything done, but now I'm actively seeking things to do. Sounds ridiculous coming from me, the queen of pessimism and gloom, but you know.
Not much more to say for today really. Except that I got some PVA in my hair during Art, and I couldn't be bothered to wash it out so I just cut off a little chunk of hair. I kept it in my bag as a souvenir. I might give it to someone as a kind gift for their birthday :D