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The bath water turned blue.

This means my hair colour is slowly washing away.

I am upset.

No longer shall it look as if I have mould growing out of my head.

Sigh.

There is nothing interesting to blog about today. Well, there never is. I have to say, my blogging has gone very downhill, especially recently. I am not impressed with myself. But I guess that that is life. And life must go on. Like the show. And life is not a rehearsal. I could go on for hours.

This week has started as it means to go on, I feel. There has been infinite amounts of confusion already, and we're not even half way through. It also worries me that my seventeenth year has started in such an icky fashion.

I have a nasty feeling that the rest of the year will be echos of this.

There should be a pill to rectify all confusing situations. I shall invent it. And win a Nobel Peace Prize. Yes, I shall.

Kris just dribbled on her parents' evening form.

I am listening to one of her and Steve's recordings. Oh, they are fuckers. They are discussing the zips on Kris's nipples.

It's best not to ask.

I have nothing to blog about. But I have a lot to do. I'm just a lazy git who should really be put in prison for gross procrastination. Oh yes inDEEDY. I have a Ms. Marriot essay to do. And she doesn't like me much as it is. Buggeration. Why am I so lazy, huh?

Huh?

I don't know.