if i look tired, its because im tired. im missing an 18th house party tonight to do kinnn spanish revision. SPANISH REVISION. ON A FRIDAY NIGHT. i fucking loooooooove gcses
but i've got to be mature n all that. basicly, its my own fault. if i'd come straight in from school and done some i could of gone out. but i didnt. i need help, o,r bernards watch.

i cant believe an entire week has been and gone. i dont even know what happened on each day, they've just kind of merged into one. and then i was walking off the bus down oakenshaw lane and i thought bloody ell its friday. if the next 2 weeks go this quickly i dont know what i'll do. 2 and a half weeks left of school. 2 and a half weeks. i dont know how i feel about it. its very confusing times. im obviously gutted but i cant be sad because its been so exquistely amazing. honestly, best 5 years. i adore school. i'll have to have a mourning period hahahaaha.

at the moment im in my room, on my bed. listening to dancey dancey tunes, a nice reminder that i should be out partyinggg. wham apparently.
so im gonna do an hour and abit of this shitty espanol, do some cello and watch a film in a depressed state. luvin lyf 2k10.