kaytrubie

Well...this is me. Kayt. And don't say "Kate", because it's said "Katie". I'm quite interesting, if you take the time to listen. I'm ginger, and really proud of it. It's gay people make fun of other for the colour of there hair, but eck, thats life. Like the saying goes....blondes have more fun, but brunettes remember it the next day. But have you heard the add-on? Blondes have more fun, brunettes remember it the next day, but red heads are better at it. Just saying.

I may be only 14, but I've sufferd more than i should have at my age. My parents split when i was 3, the same day excatly that Joel and Benji Madden's father walked out on them. Pretty cool, huh? I've seen him about....4 times in about 11 years. But it doesn't bother me, i dont need him. My Grandad Gene, Uncle Steve, the guy who lives next door John and my cousins Tom, Mark and Ben to fill the father-less void. What's one less man in my life gonna do? And i have my Mum Jackie, sister Charlie, cousins Lizzie and Lucy and my scarily amazing Grandma Lily, who do there best for me. And i have all my friends, and i love them all so much. And right now, I'm suffering from depression. but because of my age, and physical/mental being, i cant have medication. I need councelling. But i have learned to be happy. Just. I am a happy person, but i have my moments. I've been bullied all my life, but I've learned to ignore it. It doesn't bother me anymore. not compleatly. Sometimes its does, but whatever.

I'm not going to blab on about how much of a outcast, loser, dork or whatever i am, because that's stupid. when people say "Oh, i have no friends, no one likes me, wah wah wah!", There's normaly a reason to it. Yeah, i am an out cast. But we ALL are. Were all outcasted to some extent, other more. I have hundred of friends, but I'm not going to bore everyone with the names. I am a loser, i guess...but in a derogeritry tearm. It's not like i walk around in punk-ass skull shirts, arse-tight jeans and i head of black Eiffel Tower high hair in a fake american accent saying "Oh my god, my life is like....so dark." Open your eyes, scene kid.

I also get really hyper really quickly. Coffee and cookies do it for me. Once, i was with one of my best friends Vikki and i was so hyper as I'd had 7 cups of coffee and 4 packets of Maryland cookies (double chocolate chip, uhh huh), i imagined Frank Iero was sitting next to me. i told Vikki, and she said "Who's that?" (btw, she's one of the biggest chavs on the face of the earth). So i told her, "Frank Iero is that short guy from MCR." She then asked me to show her a pic of him, so i forced my self to get up 67 pictures of him, and continued to explain the gorgeousness of the one we call Frank. Remember, i still thought he was sitting next to me. She then went on to say, he's not sexy. Then i told her he was crying and he would never drink coffee or cookies again until she said he was sexy. You get the picture.

Some people are sick. Like, with mental disorders and stuff. But i scare myself when i think about what i have...I've got CBD, which means Child Behaviour Disorder, meaning im a bitch in medical talk. I have a couple of quite seious OCD's. Firstly, when I'm typing, i need ll the capitals on names, places and I'm very particular over spelling and grammer. The only letter i dont need to capitilize is the "I" when it's on it's own. When i burn mysel or hurt myslef or something, i have to do the same on the opposite side of my body, no matter how painfull it is. Everything has to be symetrical, and everything has to be in line. Also, if im i a test, i need perfect full stops after every sentence, even in maths. If i don't, and i get something wrong or fail, i think it's because i didn't put a full stop in somewhere. Weird, yeah?

Everything else i guess is kinda boring. You don't need to know it. It'll bore you to death. So I'll leave it at that.




Merci Pour Le Venin.