My Older Journals.

WAIT, WHAT? No journal in a month!? What happened to me being the Queen of Baww!?

Here's your answer: I'm tired. FFFFFFFFFFF

My health has improved tenfold, so I'm always in school and doing stuff inside school as well. During Parents' Evening, my mum was told that I need to pack some extra-curriculars up, which is always refreshing when you've barely accumulated any extra-curricular activities.

Because I'm a bullet-point whore, I'll sum up a majority of my updates in bullet form:

The main reason I wanted to update my journal was to get the operation journal off my page. I had a meeting with my doctor that heads my case last week, and she said that surgery wouldn't be necessary at this point. From my last CT scan, the 'cyst' (PESSIMISM YO) hasn't grown any, so they're just going to keep an eye on it because my remaining ovary is obviously precious.

She said that I would be scheduled for an MRI scan during the new year, to which I thought 'Yay, I don't have to go through the big tube anymore!' (I'm claustrophobic).

When I got home, I went on the Wikipedia article for MRI. Guess what I found?



FUCK YOU AND YOUR BIG DECEIVING TUBE DESIGN FFFFFFFF.

Anyway, I'm just glad I don't have anything to disturb my studies right now since I'm loving school.

Christmas needs to hurry up! I'm the most Christmassy person you'll ever meet, so I'm currently running around making list after list of potential presents to buy people. My Christmas budget is £200, but I KNOW I'm going to go over my budget. I know, I know, FML.

I'm going to be seventeen in exactly three weeks time. WHAT THE HELL, WHEN DID I GET SO OLD? I'm going to need a rocking chair and a corn-cob pipe soon so I can tell my imaginary grandkiddies about the good old days of video casettes and Pokémon.

I made a whoopsie with my money last week and spoiled myself a little.



I NAMED HIM ZIPPY. ISN'T HE FUCKING FABULOUS?

If you have the money for it, seriously, buy an iPod Touch. I love Zippy so much that it's unreal, I even bought him a protective case, screen protector and I also keep him in the iPod sock I had for my old iPod Nano.

I have a touch-screen phone and a touch-screen MP3 player. DID SOMEONE SAY SPOILED? _{I don't care, I work hard for my money, I get to spoil myself!}

My mum and I always go shopping on a Thursday night, which is a bit of a tradition for us. When we went shopping on Thursday, I went to my local book shop and found the most amazing thing ever.

Nightlight: A Twilight Parody!

I was howling with laughter in the book shop, I was dying! It's a story about a girl named Belle Goose who falls in love with a stalking creep of a vampire called Edwart Mullen.

Once Christmas is over and I can afford to buy myself things again, I'm definitely buying it.

Speaking of book stores, I HATE EVERY SINGLE ENGLISH PERSON WHO LIVES NEAR A PAPERCHASE. Okay, Paperchase is more of a stationary store than a book store, but still. I practically lived in Paperchase when I was staying with my sister in Southampton (because I collect notebooks), and now they have a gorgeous new range of books and pens. I can buy them on Amazon, but the P+P is £3.75, which is a bit of a rip-off if the book is...say, £6.

I'm sorry to say this, but this is where the pleasantries of this journal ends. I would highly recommend not reading the section between the stars as it is only addressed to one person in particular, but do as you wish. I cannot be held responsible if you see me in a different light after it, but I believe it is sufficient to say that you don't know the whole scenario and time (not to mention dignity) would not permit my explaining of it.



A few months ago, some of you might remember me saying that I had a stalker who wouldn't stop visiting my page.

Now they're back, but they're using a troll account.

To say this person is pathetic is truly the underestimation of the year, I just regret not being able to see this at a later stage. This person has not spoken to me for a number a years, and it is completely their fault that we are not on speaking terms.

This person (and another person who I am also quite surprised at) made the troll account to go around telling random people they did not know that their art was shit. As a critic, I'm disgusted. How fucking dare you. What fucking gives you the right to insult other people's art when you yourself make no attempt to improve on your art? All you do is look down your noses at other people, you even did that at me.

This superiority bullshit needs to fucking STOP. I had a suspicion that the troll account was you, and a friend on the inside helped me to confirm it today. Out of anger, I've already told a number of people that you are stalking me, because that is what you're doing, stalking me. You make no attempt to engage me in conversation, only to sit there in your little computer chair and judge me when you have absolutely no right to do so. Therefore, here is what I'm saying:

If you visit me even once after you are given the opportunity to read this, I will be informing the school that you are cyber-stalking me. For the past few days, I have been taking screenshots of every single time you've visited my page to try and establish some sort of link, which I can use as proof; I also have the 'friend on the inside' as evidence.

Who knows, maybe even parents will be involved. How do you think mummy and daddy will react when they see that their precious little daughter is nothing but a stalker who does nothing but belittle people?

I mean it. Either quit it, or it gets taken to a higher level.



_{I have a stalker and I'm not even famous. WTF?}