We've got a red light.

Our hair is perfect while we're all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey. But we've got no money.
Daddy i'm so sorry, so s-s-sorry yeah. We just like to party.
Like to p-p-party yeah.


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Oh I am sooo cool. Ehh. Blame Hattie for my above outburst. She's got me into this flippin' Lady Gaga stuff.

My head itches. Maybe it's because i'm wearing the same alice band i've been wearing all day, and the sweat has got stuck to it and is now on my head and makin' it itch. Or maybe it's because i've had to use this fucker of a BRAIN so much today! >.<

I did a fuckload of writing over the weekend. And read one of the best stories i've found in a long time. Imo. Then I worked today in English, basketball/pe, science, maths and extra maths.

oh yusss. I iz failing. I have to get a note signed and everything. What joy. I am trying, now, though. M'goin' to these frickin' revish seshes.

Wooooooooooooo apostrophes.

Not only have I been doing all that. I've just done a load of science homework, and now i'm trying to do French... but nothing's actually going through to my brain. faaaail. I'm too worn out and tired after working all day and having about four hours sleep. Today I have consumed two weetabix's and some milk, a glass of water, two proplus pills, a cupcake, some malteasers (it be Joey boyos birthday, a cup of hot chocolate and a slice of toast.

Christ. No wonder my skin is so bad.

I'd like to update tonight. But that will not happen. I don't have the mental energy or creative capacity right now. I blame school. I blame Watkins. I blame Smith.

But I do not blame Aled. Because I've resolved those issues. :file:

noise and kisses

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