Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you…would you like to see some of the girls that our school has the privilege of being cursed with? Took a look

I hope you don’t have nightmares like I will!!


So you know what almost happened to me the other day? Yeah that’s right, I almost got expelled. EXPELLED. For the stupidest reason on earth. So this group of blonde skanks started to be mean to me and Mannie Kate, simply because our hair was different. To vent our stress we had a quick smoke in the bathroom and came out smelling of cigarettes. But we quickly pulled a Bart Simpson and got away with it. “excuse me sir, but smoking makes us more effective in our work” – that’s what Mannie Kate said and I tried so darn hard to hold in my laughter. What she actually wanted to say was “I can’t quit, I don’t have the willpower. Boy did I blow it!” The principle still chucked a massive shit and gave us one more strike, then, we’re out!

So, we vented our stress, but then it was time to get those bitches back. That’s right bitches – we are drunk with revenge. So…one girl called Abbie was dying her hair that afternoon, she wanted to go from light blonde to light brown. Now since Mannie Kate and myself pretty much dye our hair weekly we knew every detail about hair dyeing and changing. We changed the packaging very quickly while they were in class. Tomorrow this bitch will come to school with blue hair.

Bella…she has a totally ‘awesome’ car so what is the first logical thing to do? Yes. You guessed it, wreck it. We stole some sandpaper from the Design and Tech classes and sandpapered her entire car!

That’s all we got to do today, I’ll let you in on more revenge schemes we have going on. Oh, and this is a little message I sound out to everyone…


holy shit balls. Big news. I think I just made a friend. And you know what the weird thing is? She’s new to the school as well, and her hair is as big as mine. woowwww I didn’t know that was possible. Let me tell you how it happened k…she has bleached blonde hair and has black streaks in it right, and on her way to the principle’s office to get a lecture (just like I did) she ran right into me. I could tell we were alike because we both said “fuck” at the same time. She said my hair looked sick, and I said her hair looked sick. Basically we both found out neither of us had any friends and we decided to sit together at lunch with our cool hair. She walked around the place with massive black rimmed glasses, I don’t even think they’re prescription. “They just look fucking hectic” is what she said. Damn I agree, they’re almost as cool as my gold shades. ALMOST haha. Her name’s Mannie-Kate Chesterfield, her name is almost as long and strange as mine hey?

Oh, and today I found out the name of that hunk a spunk of a boy (you know, the one I got a nose bleed in front of) his name is Tim Townsend…people call him Timmy. But ‘Timmy’ is gay, I’ll just call him Tim. As much as I hate alliterated names, this STUD makes them okay. He spoke to me again today because we ended up sitting next to each other in assembly. But let me go on to the bad part…after the boring as shit brick assembly was over some girl came and slung her arm around Tim in the middle of this little conversation about piercings we were having . . .and she totally just PASHED the shit out of him right in front of me. “Babe” is what she called him. All i could picture in my mind was me pulling a gun out of my hair and shooting the dumb ganger right in the face. They were in a relationship – she’s a bitch. So I sort of mumbled the word bitch under my breath and she seemed to have heard me. “What did you fucking say?” she said. When i finally got a good look at her face I saw how pretty she was and how clear her skin was. And how the fuck her eyes got so blue was beyond me. I ended up just fucking leaving.

I miss my old friends 😦 they were so great compared to these cock suckers (literally)


Fuck me look how short my hair was.

DISCLAIMER: the diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fiction but is VERY loosely based on my life/I do not own images or videos/Dani Gore

So, today I walked into my history class, of course everyone was looking at me but I’m not sure if it was because of the gold shades I was wearing, the fingerless gloves I had on, the chain I was wearing around my neck . . . or my pink hair. It was my pink hair since my teacher immediately told me to go to the principles office. Apparently pink hair isn’t allowed. IT WAS JUST A COUPLE OF STREAKS! “You’re going to have to get rid of that pink in your hair” the son of a bitch principle said. “Why?” I asked him angrily, “I can’t just get RID of it. MY HAIR DEFINES WHO I AM” god I was getting angry, I did not spend 2 hours at home working on my hair for nothing. “Natural hair is only allowed” what a bastard. I’m not even allowed to be an individual. So I got the hell out of his smug office. But when I was making my way back to class I ran right into the dreamiest boy in school. I was certain he was the same one I embarrassed myself in front of in the dude’s bathroom. “Ooops” was all that came out of my mouth. “Nice hair” he said, omg, he complemented me. “I’m Tim” omg, he introduced himself. Then he held out his hand, omg, he wants to touch me. So I shook his hand. I said thanks for the complement holy shit this boy was so OUT OF SIGHT! “I’m guessing you got in trouble for your hair?” yep. Luckily he warned me that plenty of girls had gotten in trouble for dyeing there hair black from blonde or blonde from black and the principle never ends up doing anything about. Phew I was safe. Score! I get to keep my pink hair!

Go Annie Lucy, it’s your birthday!

Now since you’ve probably already guess what a psychopathic human (I think) being, you’re probably thinking that she hates my hair. You’re right. My natural hair colour is brown. And used to be kept at shoulder length. Simple layers, no fringe, and no highlights. When I turned 16 I just thought fuck this and I went to the supermarket and bought black hair dye, scissors and stopped using my hair brush. I locked myself in my room for about an hour, walked to and from the bathroom for another two hours and FINALLY finished my new hair style. I walked downstairs and I think my mum almost fainted hahahah oh it was good. I took a pic of myself and stuck it on my wall – god Annie Lucy Weatherfoot, you are just too fucking cool.



NB: the diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fiction but is VERY loosely based on my life/I do not own images or videos/Dani Gore

Could this not be the coolest tattooed girl ever?

The other night my mum turned into the Whining Monster. Tonight she is the Screaming Monster. If I have done something incredibly wrong, like steal her credit card, drive without a drivers license, rob a bank or climb up the empire state building walls not wearing any clothes, I would usually apologise if I felt guilty. But I have learnt something new tonight. NEVER apologise Annie Lucy Weatherfoot, never! It only ends in more drama drama drama. When I apologise, it gives my monster mother the opportunity to start on with her ramblings on how bad I am. And when I hear all this crap coming from her mouth (which might I add I have ALREADY heard!) I start getting angry too and yelling back at her.

“Annie Lucy Weatherfoot you NEED to stop stealing my bloody credit card you go through my money like water!”. . . . .”MUM! It’s barely a crime!!”

“Annie Lucy Weatherfoot PLEASE stop driving without your license the police will catch you and I will have to deal with the shit that comes with it!”. . . . .”Well it was better than having to ask you to drive me somewhere . . .fuck”

“Annie Lucy Weatherfoot if you rob another a BANK I will disown you DON’T THINK I’M JOKING!” . . . . .”Then I will have to rob a bank ASAP then won’t I?!”

“ANNIE LUCY WEATHERFOOT HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO NOT CLIMB THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING WALLS WITHOUT ANY FUCKING CLOTHES ON?!” . . . . .”Never? As if the thought of me climbing the empire state building walls without any clothes would cross your mind!!!!!”

See? Christ all fucking mighty she just doesn’t shut up! Another thing that pisses me off is that she just goes through my room without my permission! That is my personal space and it is assigned to ME and not anyone else. She thinks she can just waltz on in there and go through all my crap, then she is bound to find something mildy bad and she will go on about it for ages and quiz my every move for the next 3 days. She once found a condom and a doctors certificate in my room. And guess what she thought was going on? Yep, she just figured I was pregnant with morning sickness.

And you know what will top off this perfect night which followed the perfect day today? Another perfect day tomorrow at my new school with all those perfect, pretty BITCHES

Annie Lucy out.

NB: the diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fiction but is VERY loosely based on my life/I do not own images or videos/Dani Gore

My name is Annie Lucy Weatherfoot and if I hear the word ‘EMO’ screamed in my direction one more time I’m going to go psycho. I’ve started at a new school and I’ve only been there one whole day. Here is a deadly list of what was yelled at me:




Yeah, it’s only 3 but by the amount of times they were yelled at me, it seemed like thousands more. So this school is co-ed, the majority of the girls are judgemental and shallow. And really, really pretty. How their hair can get perfect and blonde and how their skin can get so clear is beyond me. Whereas me on the other hand, I have black hair that practically covers my face. I sat in the classroom staring blankly at the blackboard, desperately trying to ignore all the whispering around that was obviously about me. I looked at the blackboard and noticed how bland it was. It was gross. At my old school I was the one who decorated the blackboards and put swirls and love hearts around the boarder. It made a much better learning environment for everyone, plus it gave me something else to ponder upon while the teacher blabbed on about her psycho babble bullshit. Apparently Copernicus was well hectic. My first subject was Maths, I know hey? Perfect class to start the first day with. I was asked for an answer to some question. Yeah, pick on the new girl you faggot I thought. I think I answered with “56?” but the answer was actually ‘pie r squared’. Sick one Annie Lucy Weatherfoot, I was on a roll!

The next incident was the tripping over a mop and bucket in the hallway. I fell over and got a nose bleed as well. This day was so funny it’s was like not even funny (hint the sarcasm). I had to cover my nose with my black sweat band around my wrist. Yes that’s another thing, I was accused of cutting my wrists because of that wrist band. I went up to the blonde haired ganger and shoved my wrist in her face while I held my bloody nose. I yelled “SEE?! CLEAN WRIST!” in her face and quickly went to the bathroom. I felt the blood dripping from my nose almost into my mouth! EW! I held my head upwards and waited for what seemed like 3346 hours until the bleeding stopped. I tilted my head down to the mirror to see if the bleeding had stopped, but what did I see? A DUDE! I asked him “what the hell are you doing in the girls bathroom you sicko?” – not too polite for the first day, but come ON. He was in the girls bathroom for fuck’s sake. Now this is what? The 12th most embarrassing incident of the day. I had actually made the tragic mistake of walking into the guy’s bathrooms. My fringe was probably covering my site so I didn’t look to see what gender bathroom I was actually going into. He said “I’ll have you know, this is the dude’s bathroom. And you don’t look like you have a dick. You have boobs but”. Rude right? But this guy was so dreamy all I did was smile. Then he said “you are smiling with a nose bleed in the guys bathroom” that’s all it took for me to get the fuck out of there. Shit son.

Better yet, when I walked out of the MALES bathroom there was a group of about 12 girls staring at me. 93% of them had blonde hair and 100% of them were laughing their perfect asses off and pointing their perfect manicured fingers at me. They must have seen me go in and were waiting for me to come out. Nice of you to warn me you shitty pieces of trash. If my eyes could kill, all 12 of them would be dead. But since it was my first day, since I had no friends and since I embarrassed myself about one billion trillion times I just piss bolted the hell out of site. When I actually found the GIRL’S bathroom I locked myself in a cubicle for a fair while.

First day at new school = tragedy.

NB: the diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fiction but is VERY loosely based on my life/I do not own images/Dani Gore