WHY THE FUCK AM I TALKING TO MY BLOG?

thoughts and ideas are swirling around in my head, i need to write them down, but then i feel stupid. my brain is a factory of ideas and i cannot control it.
i need my hair doing so desperatley, by professionals, i need a stylist. my guitar needs to be played properly, i've practised the same song over and over, WHEN IS IT NOT NEXT THURSDAY BUT THE ONE AFTER THAT?!
oh godzz (btw i have taken to writing z's at the end of unspecific words, god it gets on my nerves.) i actually need to exercise, my own mother said i was getting squidgier. feck, someone help me? i don't only need a stylist but i need a personal trainer as well!
only one week left of the holidays and i'm dreading work experience, for no particular reason. i'm just a worrying person. i should have grey hair and wrinkles.
oh poo, i want a digital camera. 10 mega pixels please? i love photography, my sister accuses me of thinking i know everything, maybe it's just my creative side.
BRIGHT SPARK IDEA!! i just gained £55, maybe i could get a good one for that if i put more towards it? hang on WHY THE FUCK AM I TALKING TO MY BLOG?!