Today was danceful. Still not a happy day, but danceful, I will admit. Everyone is still overly depressed. Which, in itself is depressing. Still, the day redeemed itself, when a crew of Brad Pitt lookalikes climbed out of a huge minibus and performed a strip for us all. Well, it would have helped, I'm sure. So, everything is all up in the air. I have absolutely no idea what's going on. I'm not sure that anyone else has the slightest clue either. I really don't like this year. Can I go back to Year 10, please?
So, of course, I do not like mucho at the moment. Probably just bad mood caught from the rest of the universe. And everything has suddenly become important. We're 15, we don't need all this piled on us. Damnit. Perhaps I am over reacting, and this is just a bad week. Probably. I hope so, very, very much. As, I expect, do many other people at the moment.
Half term soon, though. And parties. And babysitting, meaning more money, which is only a good thing. Though, I've a weird feeling I'm making all these parties and babysittings up. Odd, eh? Little niggle in the back of mind tells me I am. Perhaps, with all this nonsense, I am slowly going crazy. Oh well, at least being in a mental asylum will give me something to do.
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