A'right ;D

This is like, my very first blog - as you've probably guessed from the title, yes? :]  i'm gunna be using this blog as a sourt've journal - entries on events that happen in my day-to-day life. So, i guess i'll take this oportunity to introduce myself and tell you what i'm like;

 The name's Danielle; im fifteen, amazingly immature and have an extremely sad habbit of saying random words + phrases in Spanish or French. i speak absolute nonsense and half the time even i don't understand what im trying to say. i desperately attempt to be funny, and half the time i fail. the only time i make people laugh is by complete accident, or when im explaining something thats happened to me. i get myself in some extremely strange situations, and my blogs will probably tell you all of them as they happen (:

 My life is a bundle of absolute madness, strangeness and allround awesomeness. it has it's ups, its downs, but never seems to be just 'normal'. i always seem to do things either perfectly or amazingly wrong, and both of the two have HUGE consequences :S  i have two brothers; ones a chav, the other's just wierd. my parents are getting a divorce but strangely, they still live together :S i have two dogs; one of them answers to 'rat' rather than her real name, since that's what i call her. because, well... she looks like one. type in ''chinese crested'' on google and you'll see what i mean. I talk far too much, and by the looks of this, i type far too much aswell. i can talk about absolutely nothing for hours on end, and start a conversation out of NOTHING :) 

 Less about me, lets get on to the very first journal entry ;)

Sunday, 14th September, 2008;
00:28.

 I had what i would call an ''extremely interesting day'', y'day. Had to stay indoors 'cause i was grounded for not doing my room; ohhh the joys of being a teenager. the 'rents are determined to make me socially challenged, i swear. every other teenager was probably out last night - the chavs being total nobs, the winos getting smashed, normal people just out and having a laugh... and yet i was stuck in. doomed, like the nerds of this world, to be socially 'tarded. Still, i was stupid and refused to do it which'll probably result in me being stuck in for a week or so; by then, my friends will have forgotten me. i'll just be ''that girl'' who they used to know. au revoir mes amis =[ Parents don't seem to understand the importance of going out. just 'cause they're boring and stay in constantly, doesn't mean i should. Esta Meirda ¬__¬  I'll probably turn into one of those stay-at-home people. you know, the ones who spend so long indoors that they actually fear going out?

In a desperate attempt i actually tried to make my own fun - how i can do that without friends is beyond me but... still, i tried! i ended up dressing my youngest brother up as a girl. that's how bloody bored i was! but it was hilarious - he was wearing a skirt and heels and everything. he pranced around in it like he actually enjoyed wearing it. the 'rents didnt seem to find it too funny. dad laughed for a bit but then mum gave him ''the look'' and he stopped. she just stayed silent... then after a few seconds told me to get him out of it all. said something about how it wasn't normal. pfft! i mean, seriously; what does she think he's gunna do, don girls lothing and ask us to call him trixabelle or some other silly tranny name or something. it's just to keep me entertained, tbh. but she obviously doesn't understand that.

 He refused to give me my things back; i just about got the hat+earings, but everything else stayed on. ended up trying to chase him around the house, everyone else helping. eventually he decided to hide - took all of us an hour or so to find him... the 'rents were going mental, blaming me. ''its all your fault'' bla bla bla. w'tev, tbh. but i guess it kind've is my fault, now that he wants to become a fully fledged tranny, by the looks of things. found him after a while - in the bloody washing machine. how the boy squeezes into such small places, i really do not know. he's like, one of those circus freaks, who can get their intire bods into one tiny li'l box. wow. i'd love to be like that!

but then i'd be a circus freak, and a social outcast.

never mind a complete 'tard, too.

Thats all for now, check back soon. ttfn.
danielle, x