Confessions of a teenage drama queen

I felt really sorry for Rupert Grint last night he had to watch as his two co-stars won awards where he recived nothing. Bless.

I started my new job today at Laura Ashley. Just as I expected. Full of well-spoken 'pretty' girls and women. All of them with flat stomachs and admitadly better haircuts than mine. But I played up to them so they didn't suspect I was just a commoner from the slums

I also told them all I was joining the navy after I had finished my college course to see how it sounded. They sounded impressed. I thought to myself if I keep saying that I am then I might actually end up doing it. We'll see.

Came home to find parents drunk. Disappointed in mum. Thought she might stay sober just to hear how my day went. Not sure who the selfish one is with that.

Well, where to start. Never done a blog before. Never really felt the need to. My names Kate and i live somewhere in England. I am 17 and am currently single. Recently I have becoming increasingly frustrated with life. Everything and everyone seems to be mortals as I struggle with the concept of growing up and the increasing possibility that I might someday have to wipe my own arse. I was accepted last week into a singing school in Acton, London. Great, I thought, non-stop partying to but even more strain on my regretably buggered liver. And a place of my own where I can do what and who I like. My parents, however god bless them have other ideas. 'You'll have to get a job you know' my mother whittled on as we drove home. No, oh well done Kate for getting in but just constant nagging. I swear that womens got a degree in it. My dad is more resiliant and seems to think that the softer approach is more effectable. Basically he's a push over. You really can tell who wears the trousers in their so called partner ship ( my parents never married and are not 'together' but live under the same roof and call themselves 'partners'). To be honest I have no idea what I want to do in life. Be rich. live rich. die rich. simple. Then there is the navy. This idea came to me suddenly one night. As my grandfather was in the RAF as a pilot in the second world war I have found yet another way to impress my family with my elaborate ideas and statements. So it boils down to the navy or singing school? I really have got a lot of thinking to do.