I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.

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

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

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

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.

I am exhausted by trying to get along with the Lord.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.