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I swear, I'm going to kill my mother and my sister soon. Just went out shopping, and my Mum is just.. nagging a lot. Constantly. She can't cope with the idea that she has a daughter who is growing to be 16, and she's nagging more and also pestering Megan to death. She was going on and on about how Megan isn't looking after her hair properly. Which is true, and is all down to the crap shampoo she insists on using. But Mum STILL buys her the same shampoo, and then goes on about getting Megan's hair cut the same as mine.

I think I exploded at that point, with something along the lines of "If she gets her hair cut, then I'm going to shave my head and I MEAN that!!!" And I do. Gods, the same hairstyle as Megan... *shudders*

And as for Megan, must she whine so much? Is NOTHING perfect? GOD! I swear to god, I'll end up kicking her head one of these days.

Rargh.

~Hathy_Col~

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Am not having the best of days, all things considered. Eventually left the house because I really would have injured my Mum, and some prat started on me up in Ormskirk, which was not particulary appreciated. You know the kind of thing. "Eeee! Where YOU going?" I did try and think of a reply, as the fuckwit was standing in front of me and blocking my path. However, just ended up saying "Oh, buggar off", combined with a glare. It seemed to work. It was just... I dunno.

Been miserable all day, really. I think fuckwit boy just added to it all.

And I have to pack tonight. Oh, yay. I do plan on making some CDs for when I go away. Maybe I'll do that tonight, and avoid packing.

Blah.

~Hathy_Col~