today i have a music composition techiniques exams. its one of those really annoying ones where you cant really revise for it, you just have to wait for whats on the paper. we have three hours to do it though, which is not a problem, as i normally take no longer than half an hour. i think i will leave early.

yesterday me and ben spoke about stuff. which was really nice. i think we’re getting on better now than we have in a long time. maybe this is all for the best. i feel strange because im not crying all the time. infact, im not really crying atall. we both are still pretty much unsure as to what we want, but were not loosing our friendship. EVER. and whatever happens, we ll both still be there to hold each others hand.

im crashing at his house next tuesday after MCR. hopefully we ll get a chance to natter about stuff then, but now, i am going to have fun. that is my aim, and seeing as i have a whole month off from exams after today, then i dont see why the hell not. me and bri and sids are going to london tomorrow. ooo h & m. the best and cheapest shop in the entire world. i cant wait.

i watched the butterfly effect yesterday. its well good actually, i was suprised as i normally hate ashton kutcher, or however you spell his name.

and that is enough ranting from me.

see, i like pictures. and this would be because i should be working and am not.

JOHNNY DEPP DAY

This would be the day. Oh lord.

you know when you go too far.

SUGGESTION:

TRUST. Look it up. I think your name is crossed out.

so what did exactly happen yesterday?

"you make me feel like dancing, we’ll dance away." damn song in head. friendster is scaring me. bad. bad. bad things. though, i found the turban man. amusing. i am going in to town later. excitement.largely. well, thats it folks.

friday+ sairs party. ended up in scruffy muphy’s after beng kicked out of the star. haha. i felt really comfortable. i dunno why. maybe the aftershock was a bad idea. i was tucked up in bed by 11:30. saturday= got woken up by dad who started pulling up the floorboard at 7. agh. mother was already off at tesco. ready brek and honey. mm. turned up at bens just after 10. was a nice weekend. happyness. yay. only 3 days. sunday= watched pirates of the carabian. travelled home in less than an hours. felt impressed. then homework bombarded. ba.
Thursday is writing your life story!you’re more
concerned with the bigger issues of life rather
than high school drama. this is all well and
good, but don’t get so caught up in your
figurative language that it seems like you’re
speaking Nepalese. like that’s a language.

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Well, a week off for me. Exciting. well not really. Art coursework is being carried out everyday, grr, handache. I feel bored and Im sick of FLOWERS!yeah i don’t really have much to say. I am very sorry. I wanna know who everyone is so annoyed with. seems, very stressful, tho more eventful than home. ’Love actually’ tomorrow. And ’actual love’ turning up on my doorstep. niceness.

Am I really that intolerable?

I am a coward.

Marla Singer. Marla is like a cut on the roof of you mouth that
would heal if only you could stop tonguing it.

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my family are laughing at me, telling me that I am becoming a hopless romantic. i was crying last night after i watched the wedding planner, i then started crying when i was told i was n trouble, and then i told them i wanted to see ’love actually’ on christmas eve. ba. Oh, niceness. Niceness all over.

*looking how to dress like kelly osbourne for muti* amusement. i think it will involve backcombing of hair. haha. i think the ’other’ idea, could go kinda wrong. just thought i would inform you all.

lol, oh lordy. I feel so ashamed. I was bidding on ebay and I got so worked up about it my hands started shaking and i got butterflies. I then when it came to bidding at the last minute i just clicked the buttons and couldnt even look on the screen. I then ended up with my head in the sofa trying to breathe and the collapsed in a heap on the floor franticly laughing and couldnt get up for ages. Then my sister told me i was a fanny. The End.