Just... Yee.

Woke up today with bloody crashing sound. Twas my brother, flailing round with the Christmas tree. Fell over. Again. It's quite funny really listening to him trying to prop it back up again because of course he can't; it's far too heavy. He came in trying to get help but i pretended to be asleep cos I am top sister (heh). Oh well.

Anyway. Friday Night.
Twas Clarissa's going away party, which was both happy and sad, and, to be honest quite a horny night :) Everyone was going bonkers, (which is mostly just the natural state of our mates), and there were pashes all round. Except me :( and a few others. One of them snuck in some alcohol (except that it was in a hair product bottle so it tasted strongly of Garnier Something), so I didn't really have all that much.

And then someone drew a penis on my shoulder in permanent and I can't quite remember who it was, except I do remember trying to have some kind of serious chat with Liam, forgetting about the wonderful shoulder art I had and failing miserably at probably what I thought was some kind of serious expression. But oh well.

The party was fun. But I wish she didn't have to go. I'm gonna really miss her.

Blimey. That was embarrasing. I'm in the library and some loud music's gone off and I look around thinking, who the hell is causing that racket ? and then of course it's me with some annoying music playing site. Ah well. Again. I'm supposed to be doing homework.

I'm gonna get a failing report. Maybe I'll skip report-giving-outting-day. But then that wouldn't help all that much. I've gotta stop skipping I think. Someone's bound to notise at least a couple of times some group of kids with bags bounding out of the school like loons. But I just can't be fucked.

Seriously.

Well tomorrow is school again. Second last week of being showered with wrinkles and husks and wotnot.
Anyway. I shall stop rambling on now.