I enjoy lovely british boys. except for lameass dakin, i don't think he's hot at all. die please, so samuel barnett can focus on me. i want a fucking serenade!

I really have nothing to blog about, but am doing so on account of nadia's coercing me into it.

panicked about cap, sent it in, was stressful. mom bossed everyone around, including the school receptionist, lulz. um.

school seems far away.

i'm kinda tired.


stayed up till five yesterday for shits and giggles.

no, actually to print shit.

a fun day of debate awaits me tomorrow and tests and things.

so

many

tests.


:) = me, apparently.


You missed the dutty wine craze, peoples!

Make up for it now, but please, no dying.


And I think I'll sleep.

Lots of shit to look forward to tomorrow.

It's only like... 12 hours of school.

I can handle it.

Yeah.

Then it's the weekend. Hallelujah for party of one.


Gilmoar!