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Well today, i wore the brightest yellow top because i thought it was going to be sunny. It wasn't. Which wasn't a good start, me and sarah also missed the bus, which was an even worse start! But it was okay, we blagged it in on the private rich kid bus & then the girl spent count this - 35 minutes! doing her make up, i didn't realise there was so many shades of orange blusher. Coursework deadline week is tired; although i'm on top so i guess thats savvy. despite this i'm sick to death of looking at the faces of Sophie and Glen in all my pictures, so i photoshopped mostaches on all of them - just for kicks. Me and Cait spent 2nd sitting in cafe rogue, annoying the waitor without meaning too, as always. Then her and George had to go for an emotional chat (blates sex in the bushes) so after a disturbing convosation with Ivens about porn, me and Glen went to the pub. Which was cool, 'cause we had a really long talk about issues and resolved some stuff, but then i was 40 minutes late for sociology. Burn. Good old Bob told me that my coursework had the "potential to be one of the best in the year" i fucking hate potential. It's the stupidest concept known to man, it bascially means "must try harder" and it doesn't seem to matter what i do, i always have unforfilled bloody potential. ah well, waterloo road is on and that guy Brent is hot. safe.