25th of january today

and i thought it was the fifteenth.

haven’t written anything for a while, but you know, it was Christmas. Shit happens.

…yeah, i have nothing else to say. End of blog.

so stressed !

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

all those classics students out there who have ever had to cram learn massive amounts of set text at the last minute, long into the night, i think you know how i feel.

i can barely keep my eyes open.

everythings so weird

my sister’s in hospital !!!!!!!!!!!
with asthma related stuff
oh no

I got my ears pierced

FINALLY
i’ve wanted it done for ages now, and i got around to doing it today. yay.
IN OTHER NEWS i have a 1000 word english essay to do for Monday but I’m going to leave it till tomorrow because I can’t be arsed.

also, happy birthday to lennox and jimbob (Y)

Claude.

So this is Claude. Claude has a happy, normal life running a small gift card business with his best friend Mark. But then one day disaster strikes, and Mark dies after choking on a pea at dinner one evening. In his revenge, Claude destroys a large pea plantation using a mixture of fire and home made acid products. He is caught and serves a term in prison. While in prison, Claude ends up raping someone as a result of all his pent up hate and anger. He is sentenced to more time in prison. Upon his release many years later, Claude is an emotionally devoid and mentally unstable being, but manages to make a small living in selling handmade gift cards at the local Womens Institute Market, along with his own brand of nail polish.

(this is the result of over an hour’s worth of Peer Mentoring class…)

I REFUSE TO ASSOCIATE WITH THE HALF OF ME THAT I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH

I just looked through some of my drafts for this site, as in, the blogs i’ve never posted
and it really hurts me to read about how low i can feel sometimes
it’s definitely a good thing i never posted them.

actually this is the whole reason why i keep a blog/diary etc, I find it really interesting to look back at a particular day of a particular year and remember all those things that you’d forget about otherwise. Last year, I wrote myself a letter to read in three years time, with a detailed list of everything i did. even what i had for lunch.

and now i’m fighting myself to open it

yes, i know i’m crazy.

11/09/08: and do the mannequins’ eyes, do they all look like mine

so we had the first peer mentoring training thing today, and they gave me a piece of yellow paper, told me to make a paper aeroplane and write on it all the names of all the people i’d take with me if the aeroplane was real.

everyone one else wrote the names of their friends and families and other halves and favourite bands etc.

and all i could think of was you, because that’s the only situation where we could ever go back to normal.
just for a few minutes.

i miss you.

sixth form

the first real difference i noticed about being a sixth former is that all the junior school boys stare at you.

and somehow, all the buttons managed to fall off my blazer within the first hour or so. why is it always me?

they made a point of banning me from doing a-level maths too (as if telling them directly that there was no way i was going anywhere near it ever again wasn’t clear enough). i suspect it’s because i’m not very good at making friends with people who teach maths.

but i had a good day!

got my results a few days ago

English Lit: A*
RE: A*
Latin: A*
Classical Greek: A*
History: A*
English Language: A
Maths: A
Science: A
Additional Science: A
Art: A

i restarted my Pokemon game and I’m a lot better this time (lots of good Water-type ones that can learn Waterfall, so I didn’t have to train up any new ones) and I ordered Leaf Green yesterday off amazon.co.uk, so when it arrives I can catch Vulpix on Route 209.

…

i’m so bored.

LOVE IS WRONG

I almost wrote a poem there. Oh dear.
Went to France with several members of my family and returned last night; I really enjoyed it and there are pictures of everyone on MySpace (get commenting! I surrender to your addictive networking customs!)

The hallucinations on my ceiling are getting worse. I now see scenery, which is very frightening and I have found myself in imaginary evil vampire temples twice this week and I really need to do something about it. (But what?)

And yes, love is wrong. Ask anyone who has ever lived.

gormless children