What ho? A foe. Hehe. Right. I'm ill. Damn you Donald! I was so fucked walking home that I walked into a lamp-post. I saw it and everything, I just couldn't make my legs change direction. Stupid illness. There were only six of us in English today, but Skarratt still made us do a practice question. Damn her lazy anaerexic arse! She'll never mark it either. She'll make us peer mark it. Like that's gonna work if only six of us have done it. Stupid lazy bint!

 

Right, biology to do. I will write a decent entry soon. Promise. Don't lose hope.

YAY! I've had a song written about me!

 

If you thought I might be offended by it: I'm not at all! I think it's fucking hilarious. And Galley has a fucking awesome voice. I've been listening to it on a loop for about an hour now.

 

Well, I have nothing else to say.

 

Night night

Hehehe. I've just read an article on the internet saying that all the characters in Rebel Without a Cause were actually monkeys. It didn't make much sense but everyone likes monkeys! I've actually been revising! Whoop whoop! Action potentials I piss on you! And I've been particularly arty this afternoon. My severe lack of legal tender has unfortuantely come at a time when I have so many things I need to buy, namely Birthday presents. So I have decided to be more personal (tight-fisted) and make people's presents this month; hense the artiness. And, I NEED the new Chilis album. Crappy poverty! I need a job. But I refuse to get one! I phoned a lady at Astra Zeneca yesterday and she told me all the work placements had been filled in February, WHICH SUCKS! Abrupt ending.

Today's been pretty crappy. As in fact have the last few todays. The most crappy part was probably a fat kid jumping on my ankle playing football. That was seriously crappy. Now I have a big bandage around my ankle protecting the "soft cartelige and ligament damage" and concealing the massive purple thing that is my foot. Perhaps it was karma getting me back for skiving general studies. But it means I can't play cricket for at least two weeks. Which is crappy. But on the plus side; I don't have to play cricket for at least two weeks. But everything since then has also been crappy. I spacked out seriously in the kitchen before. I was getting myself some milk and cookies, and for whatever reason, I poured a two litre bottle of milk straight into the biscuit tin. Then I put my empty glass into the fridge instead of the milk bottle, walked into living room, sat down, turned on the TV and settled down to watch Countdown before realising that something wasn't quite right. Stupid arsehole child. Then I poured a jar of jam onto my pasta instead of a tomato pasta source. I've just generally had enough. And I think everyone is of the same mind-set. I can't think of nearly as many reasons to miss Henbury as Galley. I guess that means he's had a better time than me. The things I know I will miss are the very things which I'm desperate to get away from. It's like I've got some kind of addiction I just wish I could give up. But maybe giving up is worse. I don't really see why people are told to "never give up." It just makes things needlessly harder and infinitely more painful. Maybe trepheny would help. I just want to leave this place. I just want to lose you...

 

Bye...