i love myselffff ;D

... and i do. What's the point in hating the way you are when you only have one life as that person - live it to the full i say. Strut your stuff, don't give a shit what people say. Do not change for anybody. So yeah, right now i'm in LOOOOOVEEEEE with facebook, and now my boyfriend has it it's all worth it. i love jamie very much - i do. deffo gonna marry him. I'm excited for christmas because they are getting Barbra Windsor down hopefully with my Chrissy Biggins! Which means a certain john partridge(!) may be down to watch Babs? Anyway after christmas they were meant to have my favourite musical atm, Hairspray but cancelled it. They are having Mary Poppins and The Rocky Horror Picture show down though, i'm looking forward to it! My mum also has a box office job @ the mayflower as well as supervisor and duty manager so as soon as the best seats come out my mum gets first pick.
As you know i'm into creative writing and aswell as my script I'm also writing my own novel, check this snippet out:


“Girls are you paying attention?” Miss Lawbridge came over to us, and leant on the desk. “Well Answers?” her breath smelt strongly of coffee.
“Yes Miss.” We both replied - Jenny gagging a bit.
“Good.” She carried on babbling about things to do with Shakespeare. Oh, how wonderful he was, and how amazing his play Macbeth was. We took notes on what she was saying, Well, we tried. Miss Lawbridge seems to droan on forever about unimportant topics.
As Jenny secretly doodled on a piece of crumpled paper, I started to remember all the topics that had almost sent our class to sleep. Our very first lesson, we had to write our own poems and journal entries, and got a long, dreary lecture about different types of poem. Back then I was always sat by myself, so these boring lectures seemed a thousand times worse than they actually were. A few of lessons after that, which would have been nearer October, It had started to get quite cold outside. So not only were our ears bleeding, we were also turning into ice cubes.
Jenny sniggered uncontrollably as she passed me her drawing. I looked it and too started giggling. She had drawn a ‘stickman’ version of Miss Lawbridge. Exaggerating her grey curly hair into a grey afro, Glasses which were too big for her face and an angry facial expression. She noted at the bottom: if I were more artistic I would of drawn on her sexy floral skirt and spotted blouse. I drew a speech bubble coming out from the picture’s frown and wrote: Girls! Are you listening to me, dribble on about things that won’t effect your futures and will just bore you to tears.
Jenny let out a loud high pitched laugh - of which stopped Miss Boring from carrying on her lesson - and banged the table. She had tears in her eyes from where she was laughing so much, I stared at her. “Babe, It weren’t that funny” I said, now aware Miss was looking at us with her arms crossed, and the exact angry facial expression she was wearing in the doodle. This sentence made Jenny roar with laughter, and also made us get a thirty minute detention after school.