You're Strange, And I'm Strange

Today, I went over to the dark side.

Yes, I am in fact a lesbian.

No, sorry, I'm joking.

I have turned into an emo. Look at my scars, check out my fringe, and let us compare our drainpipes.

Again, I lie.

The thing is, I joined Bebo.

Now, I said many a time that I would not partake in this fad-fuelled internet picture displayingness, but Kris told me that you can look at people from your old schools photos. So, off I trotted to Bebo, signed myself in, and sure enough, there was Westward. And I saw pictures of STEPHANIE MITCHELL. Who is all old and tall looking. And NATHAN PIDGELY, who was wearing a gold ring and bracelet. And MICHAEL MACFARLANE. Who has blonde hair. And ANDREW ROTHWELL. Who didn't have any pictures of himself up. There was also CHARLOTTE DAVIS, but as I talk to her at school most days, this was not as entertaining. Kris was also seen, but as I hate her, I was not all that interested.

I am feeling more up to this reunion malarky.

Maybe.

I also had my second ever driving lesson ever. He made me drive to school. Where there were round abouts, and stuff. And other cars. And curbs. I am not good at this driving thing. Particularly the steering bit. Which is, unfortunately, kind of vital. On the upside, I only stalled once I'd parked. Which was impressive if you ask me. I didn't know that was even possible. Apparently, it is.

During lunch today, I took my place on the table in the stairwell, stuck my shoes to the wall, and hung my head off the back of said table. And laughed until Rosanne cried. And looked turgid. "You look like insane people!" screamed Chloe as she trotted past. Yes, with an exclaimation mark. No, dearest Clo Da Ho, we are not insane people. We are merely well random n kerazy n wierd. Coz that's well cool.

Ah school.