The Insanity just reached a whole new level of insane.
So it looks like I willbe moving to London for a month or two during the summer by myself.
I need to do this.
Other plans include: LA: a week or two. Possibly Vegas too.
Summer Sunday. Reading/Leeds festival. Concerts.
I need to do things. I wasted so much time. It's time to start making up for it.
It's strange being back at school.
My new friends some how found out about my birthday and are dragging me out to a party/club tomorrow.
They also mentioned surprises, presents, cake, boys and a stripper at college. I have no FUCKING IDEA what is gonna go down tomorrow,
I'm glad with my new "friends". She was so bad for me. Allthough I've been friends with these guys since september, we've only just got close now.
Apparently we're going to do so much PARTAY-ING this year. At the minute it sounds pretty good.
I was getting so worried about tomorrow. My birthday always turns into a disaster.
But they say I'm gonna be to busy for any of this. I suppose it's good I only have two lessons tomorrow then.
Birthday plans:
Get up. Get my ass to college. Mini-party there, with a 'stripper' so they say. Starbucks. Hairdressers. Home. LJ. Something with family I suppose. Get ready. Drink. Go. Club. And who knows what will ensue.
I haven't done anything for my birthday in ages. So.............anxious.
I've always been the GOOD ONE. That does everything for the family, always behaves, is always ignored, unappreciated.
I feel like the hired help. Only I don't get paid.
So FUCK IT. I don't care anymore. My relationship with my mother just keeps getting weirder.
She loves me. I think. Only when she has time every few months though.
Someone wanna tell me WHY THE FUCK I'M LISTENING TO BRITNEY SPEARS?!?
I'll edit this later, whrn I'm not AFFECTED by the medicine. I really should eat with it. And maybe sleep too.