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Dear FutureMe, wow I'm so bored I can't believe I followed Soumya's suggestion to write this stupid email to my self. INcredibly moronic. Planning for Suma's bday right now. Wonder if we should throw a surprise party? Not sure how'd she take it. She's annoyingly so-so on these sorta things. Errrgh, there she goes again. "I don't know". If it was me, I'd have a whole bunch of things I'd want for my birthday. I think she's got a fetish for cotton. I wonder what's so bad about polyester? I buy polyester clothes all the time. Yeah, I know, I'm running out of things to say to myself right now. I'll recieve this email and I'll be so excited cos it's around this time of the school holidays where everything's mega boring. I'm going to see a movie tomorrow. Although Cheaper By the Dozen isn't exactly first on my to see list, it's gotta be better than staying at home. Not to mention I need to find a polyester free jacket for Soumya. You know, typing to myself is like writing a diary. I've never been really enthusiastic about keeping a diary, mainly cos anyone can find and read it and also I jsut can't freaking be stuffed! Yes I know, I'm that horridly lazy sort of person who'd rather stare up bored at the ceiling watching wallpaper peel than get off my ass and make myself useful. Wonder if I'm still this lazy a year later? Probably! Zebras can't change stripes so easily! Did I get that right? I always seem to get expressions a bit muddled. Mainly cos my train of thought goes at the speed of light and I get everything mixed up. Not that I'm terribly quick witted or anything, it's just my mind leads to one area of topic to another really fast. I remember when I was in year 8 and me and my friends were just staring down at Wenda Yu (major loser really) playing downball, and I said I really hate that guy, he's such a loser . Then the mountains far far away caught my eye and as soon as I finished saying loser I just had to comment on the fact that I'd never seen the mountains before. Jaime seemed to think it was funny how I managed to fit Wenda and mountains in the same breath. I don't know, I seem to get terribly bored of things after a while. Yeah, moody that's me. Nothing interests me that much after a while. Well, gosh, you gotta get bored of something after a while, really. Easily amused, that's me, but then again, I'm easily bored. See even now I manage to type and type and type whatever comes into my head! You don't really need to stop and think, you know, well except to correct some wording and I like adding adjectives into the sentences, cos then it just makes it sound all that much nicer. Oh look, suma's talking to me again, yeah on msn. She's got some picture of a panda holding a sign saying Wing Hing. I know she's gonna think she's terrible clever. She seems to find all these wierd sites to go to all the time, I don't know how she does it. Last time it was the dfilm.com, where we made heaps of short yet sex-filled movies. Not that it contained sex, we just liked putting horny lines into the film. Very fun. I sometimes wonder if her and I are just desperate, cos really we haven't even been to first base yet. Although she did get picked up by those two guys at the social. Too bad I wasn't there to see it. Where was I? Oh yes, desperate. Yeah, I know, I'm like some 15 nearly 16 year old celibate. I knwo quite a few girls my age have already lsot their virginity. Not that I'm in a hurry to become a whore, I certainly don't want to go prancing around and have the first ugly stupid guy I see throw me down and shag me senseless. I kinda want to wait till wedding time. Yeah, I'm old fashioned, I like keeping in with traditions, traditions are nice. I should stop blabbing, I really should. But you're all getting such a nice insight to my character. And I can't stop typing. Maaan, at least I can hold my tongue in reality. Maybe this is all stemming from pent up frustration. A classmate of mine once told me I ought to take anger management classes, but that's only cause he pissed me off and I gave hime seven bruises on the same leg that day. Well, honestly, the bastard had it coming to him. These days, I give them a "friendly" punch in the ribs (elbows are good too), but I can resort to violent kicks. Kicking is a good way to vent anger. I fancy myself a bit of a kick boxer really. My kicks seem more powerful than my punches. If i ever get mugged or attacked, the stupid bastard's gonna get it from my iron clad foot where the sun don't shine! I know, I'm a horribly violent little girl. I really do have a lot of murderous tendencies. I remember seeing a school mate of mine in crutches, and I wanted nothing more than to kick them down! Yes, I'm evil and horrible, but really, that's what happens when you've lived a life like mine. Tormented (not to mention black mailed a hundred times) by my older sister (only one and a half, she's a shrimp compared to me by the way) and tortured by my little brother (hah! I still torture him more!) not to mention harrassed my parents on always to be a do-gooder. Yes, I'm like daddy's little girl sometimes. Only cause I'm scared shit of him when he goes all loud-voice-boomy on me. Freak man, I never want to get on the bad side of my dad. and my mom, nag nag nag. Expert on nagging. The best thing to do is say "yeah yeah!" then ignore her, and hopefully she'll go away. I don't like confrontations usually, but I like it when other people are fighting. I sometiems go out of my way to provoke a fight. I'm a bit manipulative, but not to the evil point. Cynical, sarcastic, caustic, pessimistic, overly negative, sehr faul, german for very lazy and slightly negative not to mention evil. But I do stick to the rules, the few tiems I wagged school I was scared shit someone would find me. Ahhh going shower now, Cya everyone! I should start a xanga thingamabob or something. Oh yeah, bye me!