you never stop loving someone.
So. Full marks on my history essay and A and A* on my last two pieces of writing for French. I get the feeling I'm doing pretty well at school so far this year.
Anyway. The weekend's here again. I'm pleased. Tomorrow I might go shopping -- last night I had the urge to go to the old second hand book shop near Lime Street station and buy a copy of Down and Out In London and Paris [I've just started rereading Nineteen Eighty Four]. Then I want to spend the afternoon/evening in bed, reading, shutters closed, heating on. And pretend that stuff doesn't happen.
I found out today that Clara likes David [or, as she calls him, Dave -- ugh, ugh, ugh]. Clara = bitch in my chemistry class who no one likes anyway!! Sorry to judge her because of that, but when she talks about him for the whole seventy minute lesson I get pissed off. But whatever. He's still with his girlfriend [she's too pretty for her own good, for god's sake, it's not fair] and she would have no chance with him anyway. She's too fool-proof.
Two strangers in here [that is, the library] are on the exact same chatroom. I wonder if they're talking.
Heather's starting to annoy me. I don't want to say that because she's been nice to me and it's not her fault I have such high expectations of what she should be and do, but it's true. I told Laura and she said to just try and avoid her for a while. Maybe I will.
After school Jenny and I went and watched the rehearsals for Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat for a while. It's this year's school production. Rachel's in it so I'm going to see it on Monday night.
Oh my god someone just texted me, and I've realised how embarrassing and loud my ringtone for messages is. Ah, it's so awful and obnoxious!! I have to check who it is.
Fucking hell, it was T-fucking-Mobile. I hate them anyway.
Anyway. The weekend's here again. I'm pleased. Tomorrow I might go shopping -- last night I had the urge to go to the old second hand book shop near Lime Street station and buy a copy of Down and Out In London and Paris [I've just started rereading Nineteen Eighty Four]. Then I want to spend the afternoon/evening in bed, reading, shutters closed, heating on. And pretend that stuff doesn't happen.
I found out today that Clara likes David [or, as she calls him, Dave -- ugh, ugh, ugh]. Clara = bitch in my chemistry class who no one likes anyway!! Sorry to judge her because of that, but when she talks about him for the whole seventy minute lesson I get pissed off. But whatever. He's still with his girlfriend [she's too pretty for her own good, for god's sake, it's not fair] and she would have no chance with him anyway. She's too fool-proof.
Two strangers in here [that is, the library] are on the exact same chatroom. I wonder if they're talking.
Heather's starting to annoy me. I don't want to say that because she's been nice to me and it's not her fault I have such high expectations of what she should be and do, but it's true. I told Laura and she said to just try and avoid her for a while. Maybe I will.
After school Jenny and I went and watched the rehearsals for Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat for a while. It's this year's school production. Rachel's in it so I'm going to see it on Monday night.
Oh my god someone just texted me, and I've realised how embarrassing and loud my ringtone for messages is. Ah, it's so awful and obnoxious!! I have to check who it is.
Fucking hell, it was T-fucking-Mobile. I hate them anyway.