So it's all kicking off...

Hello

well, like the title suggests, it's all kicking off, for tonight, I will meet with my step-grandfather for the first time in 2 years, for dinner.

Wish me luck!!

Yours with nerves,

Hannah xxx

NEW grandfather?

Hello

Been a while, hasn't it? Well, when I went to Brighton on Saturday, I decided to give my 'grandfather', Freddie, a phone call. I got the number off my dad, seeing as he was back at home, and I was in Brighton with my boyfriend and his mum and sister. So yeah, I phoned Freddie, and he wasn't there, so I left a message. (Well, actually I left two: I forgot to leave my number in the first one!) My dad then got an email from Freddie, apologizing for not getting my message(s) until later that evening, and telling us that he may have prostate cancer. We weren't really surprised - he's always having problems. Basically, he's written to say that he would very much like to meet up with me again for 'supper' or something along those lines. He also added that I have a 'very nice speaking voice'.  :)

I literally have just read another email from him, saying that he'd like to take me out to 'supper' on Saturday evening - great. No Battle of the Bands for me then, eh? :(

Oh well - I suppose it would be good to patch things up. The only reason we stopped talking in the first place was because my mum told him where to get off because he's such a boring, controlling, self-absorbed bastard. Which I suppose he is, but he needs grandchildren in his life to keep him happy, so that's what I'm trying to do - keep him happy. And my dad, cos I know he wants me to speak to him. Just hope everything works out alright...

Yours with fingers crossed,

Hannah xxx

Shall keep you updated on

Parents. What can you do?

Hello

So this is total shite, okay? In short, my dad called me a hussy because I said 'bloody' at my brother. So I've decided that if he has another go at me tomorrow, I'm sleeping round Connor's tomorrow night, whether my dad likes it or not. 

Fuck him.

Yours in anger,

Hannah xxx

This time of night...

Hello

it's always a funny time, isn't it? This time of night. Where you're so tired, but you just don't want to go to bed, even though I know I have an early morning the next day.

Pffft.

I don't care.

Today was pretty good :) took my dad shopping; spent money on Clarins stuff, and in Topshop :) 

He even took me for my first driving 'lesson' if you like, around the local rugby club car park for half an hour. It was shit scary, but soo good! :)

Tomorrow I'm going to Guildford, so that'll be good. I'm gonna have to bring loads of money, knowing me, but I don't wanna spend it all at once. I'll BEG my dad for money for a new hoodie - say I need a new one for winter ;)

Anyway, I'm going to bed now, I guess...

Yours in tiredness and love,

Hannah xxx

NEWS FLASH!

Hello

MY STALKER LOVE ME AGAIN!

ABORT ALL MISSIONS IN WHICH I TRY TO TELL HIM THAT MY RAPIST LOVES ME!!

Yours with MAJOR worries

Hannah xxx

Bed time.

Hello

I know this is the most pointless blog ever to write, but I'm in a really bad mood. My boyfriend and I had an argument because he fancied this girl, who he said he didn't like. So it's all pretty crap. And this woman started on me and my dad after band in her car. She was like 'have you got a problem?' and me and my dad were laughing, so she started hurling abuse at us. This was all because my dad called her an idiot (loud enough so she could hear) because she parked somewhere where no one else could get past. I also couldn't hand in my 'Women in Black' form for the History trip because I was one day past the deadline because I forgot to hand it in the week before. Stuck up cow on reception.

Yours in aggression,

Hannah xxx

My stalker

Hello

Recently, i have been stalked by a 27 year old man who lives in Walsal. He's scary and told me he wanted to marry me.

Anyway, after telling him to back off and leave me alone, I spun him a little story, consisting of me getting raped and mugged (he didn't steal my phone) and now i have a broken leg, arm, wrist and 3 fingers. He also believes that my boyfriend dumped me because he's annoyed that he's not the only person who's had sex with me. He also believes that I am in counsoulling and after my very detailed recollection, he began to cry. He believes every word. I then told him last night that it was an English teacher from my school. He's getting worried about me. I told him that said English teacher was in love with me and so stalked me and raped me. This evening, I am going to tell him that he offered me £5,000 to keep my mouth shut. After i declined, he got me by my throat and threatened to do it all again. He would then kiss me roughly on the mouth and walk away. The plot will then thicken, by me some how falling in love with him.

Cruel, I know. but to be honest, it's the best fun i've had in ages!

Any more suggestions as to how i could thicken the plot?

Yours in eagerness,

Hannah xxx

Cruel, I know. But

No regrets

Tell me a story

where we all change

and we'd live our lives together

but not as strange.

I didn't lose my mind it was 

mine to give away.

Couldn't stay to watch me cry

you didn't have the time,

so I softly slip away.

No regrets.

They don't work.

No regrets, now.

They only hurt.

Sing me a love song.

Drop me a line.

Suppose it's just a point of view,

but they tell me I'm doing fine.

I know from the outside

we were good for each other.

Felt things were going wrong when

you didn't like my mother.

I don't want to hate,

but that's all you've left me with.

A bitter after-taste

and no fantasy, of how we all could live.

No regrets.

They don't work.

No regrets now.

They only hurt.

I know they're still talking,

the demons in your head.

If I could just stop hating you,

and feel sorry for us instead.

Remember the photographs, insane!

The one where we all laughed, so lame!

We were having the time of our lives,

well thank you.

It was a real blast.

No regrets.

They don't work.

No regrets, now.

They only hurt.

Write me a love song.

Drop me a line.

Suppose it's just a point of view,

but they tell me I'm doing fine.

Everything I wanted to be,

every time I walked away,

every time you told me to leave,

I just wanted to stay,

every time you looked at me,

and every time you smiled,

I felt so vacant

and you treat me like a child.

I love the way we used to laugh

I love the way we used to smile.

Often I sit down and think of you for a while.

And it passes me by,

and I think of someone else instead.

I guess the love we once had is officially

DEAD.

Should be doing homework.

Hello

So i've just got back from school. Been  a pretty average day really. But instead of typing up history coursework, I'm here. Blogging. Sad isn't it?

I don't really have much to write. Maybe I'll write again later, if there's nothing else to do. 

Yours with tiredness,

Hannah xxx

Addicted. ALREADY.

Hello

So it's 9:20 here in sunny ol' England, and I've actually had a pretty darn good day. I went round my boyfriend's house, where we ate a huge bag of Thai Sweet Chilli Sensations crisps each. (I know!) I will be the size of a house tomorrow afternoon.

Realized that actually, things aren't going so badly after all. I may have arguments with my parents a lot, but my dad makes a mean pear and blackberry crumble, (with Ben and Jerry's ice cream along side) so that makes up for it. :)

What's the point in writing a blog if no one's going to follow it? It's just like a diary. Do you want me to write everything that's happened to me today in it?

Tough.

That's for me to know, and for you to never know :)

Anyway, I'm going to get ready for bed. School tomorrow - R.E. re-take. (got a D in last practice essay)

Yours with love and affection,

Hannah xxx

Good bloody morning.

Hello

So I'm having one of those annoying teenage arguments with my parents at the moment. My mum and I just had a row about if I was allowed to go to my boyfriend's house or not today. I told her that I wanted to, and she said not until she'd seen evidence of my work. Fair enough. I told her that I'd do some this morning and then she could see the evidence. She then screamed and shouted at me, telling me that it would take me the whole day for me to do my work. She's probably right, but I wasn't going to tell her that. I insisted that it would only take me the morning, and I would do some music practice as well. That shut her up. She then told me she refused to drive me up there, and told me to get a bus. It's Sunday, ladies and gentlemen. My dad agreed that he'd drive me up there after my brother's rugby game.

What a bitch my mum is. Shame I'm turning into her, isn't it?

Yours with anger

Hannah xxx

Me, myself and I.

Well, blogging is entirely knew to me, to be honest. It's like a diary, but on the computer, right? I hope I'm not being expected to open up too much on here. Maybe over time; y'never know...

Right, so my name is Hannah and I'm 15 and 5"7. I'm in the final year of Millais secondary school and finding it a lot harder than any other year so far, what with all the GCSEs coming up and all. I'm naturally blond, but since I dyed it brown about 9 months ago, it's never been the same. I've been blond, ginger, brown, grey, mousey. It's just sick. I've got a mum and a dad and a brother who's 12.

I'm not really very interesting, although some might say my life is. I go ballroom dancing, so obviously, this time of year when Strictly's on is a good time of the year :) I play the French horn (it's a curly snail-like brass instrument, for those who don't know) and I'm currently working at a grade 5 level. Tbh, I'm boring myself to sleep...

I have a very short temper and I don't like to be proven wrong. If I know I'm wrong, I don't like to apologize for it. I look, sound and act like my mother. This is a bad thing, because she is turning into her mother. I now know what I am going to be like when I am 44 and 66. Bloody wonderful. I don't think of myself very highly, and I'm constantly putting myself down. I have to make myself try to look nice, although I never succeed.

My friends are everything to me at the moment, and I have a feeling a couple of them have a bog which I should be stalking, but I can only find one of them atm. But I will find them. I also have a boyfriend. I don't really think I want him knowing about me starting a blog, incase I write something nasty about him on here, and he finds out.

My love life used to be a bit of an interesting one. Now it seems to be sorting itself out, pretty much. My friends take great pleasure in finding out the latest gossip about my love life. Pretty sad really.

I also have an obsession with clothes. I love shopping, and the clothes I buy have to be pretty expensive, or I won't buy them. I'm not spoilt though, because I have to pay for them all myself.

Anyway, I've gone on a lot. I don't know who would have the patience to read this, but if you are reading it, then I promise I won't go on so much next time! :)

Lots of loveee

Hannah xxx