Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging

Look, I can't go out with you, because...because...because I'm a lesbian.

When uncle Eddie does his impression of 'Like a Virgin' it's like Madonna is coming out of his body!' Christ what an image.

As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.

Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I’m thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them haven’t got any eyebrows?

Watching TV Mum said, 'Do you miss your dad?' and I said, 'Who?

How do you make yourself not like someone?

I am going to become a writer for Cosmo - you don’t have to make any sense at all. Or maybe I’ll be a bloke, they don’t have to make sense either.

Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?

When we did eventually get to the party - me walking next to Dad's Volvo driving at five miles an hour - I had a horrible time. Everyone laughed at first but then more or less ignored me. In a mood of defiant stuffed oliveness I did have a dance by myself but things kept crashing to the floor around me. The host asked if I would sit down. I had a go at that but it was useless. In the end I was at the gate for about an hour before Dad arrived.

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

You're fourteen years old. You've only had that hair for fourteen years and you want to change it already! How bored are you going to be with it by the time you are thirty? What color will you be up to by then?

Overslept and had to race to get a life to Jas’s with my dad. No time for yoga or makeup. Oh well, I’ll start tomorrow. God alone knows how the Dalai Lama copes on a daily basis. He must get up at dawn. Actually, I read somewhere that he does get up at dawn.

Do you miss your dad?" And I said: "Who?

Ik lag op mijn arm tot er geen gevoel meer in zat en toen tilde ik hem op (met mijn nietgevoelloze arm) en legde hem op mijn borsten. Ik wilde weten hoe het voelde om een vreemde hand op je borsten te hebben. Het was wel aangenaam, maar wat weet ik er nou van? Ik zit vol rare verlangens om helder te kunnen denken. Moet ik mijn beha aan naar het feest?

Wat betekent dat, als een jongen zijn hand op je borst legt? Betekent het dat hij een geilneef is? Of was zijn hand gewoon moe?

down quickly. I hope he didn’t see me because I had an

I suppose this is what life will be like for me—never having a boyfriend, always just living through others