fuck it
Here is what Skins has taught me thus far about life:
Nothing really matters. You're probably going to die a horrible and completely unexpected (RANDOM) death anyway so smoke your spiff, drink your vodka and get some whenever and wherever you can.
Don't bother going to school- your headmaster will pass you with flying colors just to keep the averages up anyway or he'll expel you.
Don't bother with relationships, because even if you find yourself in a beautiful and meaningful commitment with someone they will probably cheat on you or go crazy or both or *points to first lesson* die.
Trust in Micheal Jackson.
Going to jail isn't any big whoop, actually it's very easy to break out of.
Don't host a barbecue.
And NEVER EVER go to therapy because your therapist will be EVIL and CRAZY and will KILL your loved ones
When in doubt, flirt with old ladies, it will eventually score you a two day sex party (don't worry, not with the old ladies, this isn't Misfits).
In summary, according to the Skins writers, life sucks major ass and then you DIE! (tragically, of course, but mainly you die because your writers can't come up with anything else, or maybe you just really pissed them off that day, who knows.)
Nothing really matters. You're probably going to die a horrible and completely unexpected (RANDOM) death anyway so smoke your spiff, drink your vodka and get some whenever and wherever you can.
Don't bother going to school- your headmaster will pass you with flying colors just to keep the averages up anyway or he'll expel you.
Don't bother with relationships, because even if you find yourself in a beautiful and meaningful commitment with someone they will probably cheat on you or go crazy or both or *points to first lesson* die.
Trust in Micheal Jackson.
Going to jail isn't any big whoop, actually it's very easy to break out of.
Don't host a barbecue.
And NEVER EVER go to therapy because your therapist will be EVIL and CRAZY and will KILL your loved ones
When in doubt, flirt with old ladies, it will eventually score you a two day sex party (don't worry, not with the old ladies, this isn't Misfits).
In summary, according to the Skins writers, life sucks major ass and then you DIE! (tragically, of course, but mainly you die because your writers can't come up with anything else, or maybe you just really pissed them off that day, who knows.)