(No longer) Teenage (but still a) Dreamer

Well-well-well, I guess the Halloween party I DID decide to go to was not that bad after all. I dressed up as a female version of Mickey Mouse, and I've lost quite a lot of weight, so I was happy that I went because looking through the pictures, I don't appear to be the FAT girl of the pictures because even when I was sitting down, my belly didn't seem to be overflowing like it kind of did before haha. Well done Cleo.. However, it is my term break now, and I need to get a LOT of work in to ensure I'm not behind or anything in class, but anyway this entry isn't about that, it's about the party. I got quite tipsy, and I got very flirtatious with this other guy who was at the party, but he isn't really my type, and I could tell I wasn't his either. But I was texting my friend, and telling her I was flirting with this GORGEOUS boy, and I was to tipsy; do you know what no, I'll admit, I was DRUNK that I thought he wouldn't notice but I am certain that...

Well, I guess I'm not going to that Halloween party I spent ages preparing for. I just heard more about it and the type of scenario I created for it due to the details I had been given made me discover it is not my scene. If you want to go to a place where the girls are being degraded by being dragged, bashed, and practically dry humped- no make that dry raped by the boys in the party, then so be it but it's not MY scene. I feel if I want to go to a party like that, I will lose my dignity. I don't want a boy behind me that I don't even know or I can't even see grinding behind me. So I guess I am staying with my Mum, and celebrating her birthday at a nice restaurant with her and my older sister. It should be nice because I have not been on a fun night out since I started school, apart from this event I went to a few days ago which is a whole different story which I will talk about later. I think it is for the best though, if I went to a party, I would just get drunk,...

I just watched the newest episode of Adventure Time today called "I Remember You", I have never cried during a cartoon, or even disney film, but this episode had so much hidden meaning I was so emotional. WOW! I recommend you watch it if you're an Adventure Time fan. Anyway, I was thinking about the guy I like in my 6th form today, and I was thinking "Cleo, how can you make him notice you? like NOTICE NOTICE you?" I have no Idea how to, but I was thinking of somehow changing my approach from the "I'll pretend I have no feelings for you and you are nobody to me" to the opportunity of perhaps starting a conversation with him perhaps if I could perhaps build up the guts of even looking at him!!! AH CLEO CLEO CLEO. I just really like this guy. His girlfriend came into the socialising room on Friday, and he wouldn't even talk to her. She seemed to be the one who would be forcing the kisses and sitting on his lap, trying to wrap his arms around her, ...

In the regular world, Halloween is when children dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In Girl World, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." NEED I SAY MORE?! The answer is yes. Halloween is coming up, and I have my costume prepared for a Halloween Party. Now the last Halloween party I went to, I got totally drunk off my face for the first time ever, and pissed myself on the way home. Yeah, I know great way to celebrate Halloween, when you're so pissed you have to be told the next day over instant message that you kissed a girl. YES I KISSED A GIRL. MY FIRST KISS WAS A DRUNKEN KISS WITH A GIRL, but that is the life of awkward Cleopvtrv. But at this party, I am hoping to just look good in my costume and LIMIT my alcohol consumption. There are supposedly going to be some handsome guys at this party, so I am going to have to look as good as I can! It is possible! hopefully my second *tipsy* kiss w...

That was the main question people asked me today as nobody would have missed my down, gloomy face. Why did I have this face do you ask? You probably don't but I'll say anyway; because my school day ended just as shitty as it began. I got on the bus today, and saw the boy I had been admiring for about 8 years now. He used to go to my school and we were really good friends, but I had a massive crush on him. When we were about 11, he taught me how to play pool, which at that age, after watching romantic films non stop like Dirty Dancing and Grease was one of the most romantic things ever. We used to tease each other and purposely give each other a hard time as a joke, but we were really good friends. When I started secondary school, we obviously went our separate ways as (for some odd reason) I decided to go to a girls school because my sisters went there and I thought it would be best. I have to say it was the best, because it really helped me academically but my friendship with ...

There is always that post on the teenage girl's blog or in a teenage girl's diary about the boy she can't stop thinking about. The boy she admires. Well you are going to hear a whole LOT about this boy from me. I am in complete awe. He is not my regular type. My usual type is a Tyson Beckford or a Paul Walker *drools*. But this guy, it is just his mannerism and his unusual fashion sense which draws me to him even more. I think he has a girlfriend, but I know he does not really like her. The way he talks about her and the way she is, I think he's with her as a matter of convenience as bitter as I may sound haha. I am always ranting to my best friend about him and how I will probably never have him. It's no issue as she is in the absolute same position as me so we both tell each other about our problems and tell each other what to do about it. But this boy he is just amazing. I have hardly even spoken to him, but I just think he is amazing. Today we passed each other ...

FAT-  ME - skinny  I have never known where I stand with my weight. I always sort of made up my own idea of my size and thought I was in between fat and slim until I was told by a low life that I didn't even know on twitter that I looked like a "fat shit". That insult has followed me for ages that I still remember the exact tweet to this day. But the truth is, I was actually overweight. A fat bitch. I am fatter than my two "closest" friends as they are both extremely slender. I put the closest inverted commas as I think that is how others view us but they are actually closer to each other than I am to them which is quite annoying. I realised I have been drifting away from them when sixth form started because they chose similar subjects and have much better grades than I. Anyway I am drifting away from the main point of this entry. So I looked on my scale and saw I was overweight. TWELVE STONE SEVEN POUNDS. I can say it now because I am not that size any more ...