Ah. Good old teenagerhood. I believe i'm becoming/have become a complete and utter classic teenager. I'm totally aware of my fulfillment in a stereotype, but you know, I don't mind all too much. How odd.
This weekend's been pretty good. Last weekend I didn't even leave my house, but I was busy this time. I got the girls to come and stay on friday night, and showed them Fight Club, which i'm quite proud of. I think everyone should see Fight Club at some point. We also consumed an amount of golden syrup cake icecream, which, amazingly is the nicest thing ever. It's gorgeous.
Saturday was also fun. I walked to Daz's and dragged Henry on the way, because he lives pretty near to me. Went to hers, more people appeared, smoked some, drinked some. S'good.
[That is to say, smoked some fags and some spliffs and drank some JD and coke, not to say more people appeared who I then smoked and drank. That'd be weird. And, you know, wrong.]
It was just... pleasant. The first time I've been out and hung out with people and not been checking the time and wanting to go home all the way through in... ages. It was all pretty much spontanteous, and it feels like that's the way it should be, no?
My dad noticed that my laptop was all dieydieydieyDIEDIEDIEYporn!PORN-POP-UPS!dieydiey last night and elected to sort it out. Cue a few hours of me watching Lost Boys and him being very !_! at the screen and trying to sort it out.
I believez it's ok nao. Woo. No more random vagina's in my face. :D
...oh yeah and I have homework which i'm not gonna do. Psh.
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