NO?

Ah well.

I have been to see the FABULOUS Goo Goo Dolls - who were fabulous, by the way - and I have been to FRANCE, which was quite boring, but not so bad, and then I've been to several plays, none of them absolutely fantastic, and then I went to FATI'S PARTY which was pretty fit and a half, and then we had PANTO WRITING on Sunday which was extra groovy and more than a little bit fun, and then I bunked school (ha.) to go "shopping" with Emma, where I cried on the bus, and was very unhelpful.

This week has been slightly rubbish it has to be said.



I am just so tempted to not go to school tomorrow.

And it's all going balls up. I love that expression. I think I might miss Friday, too. Just for jokes.

Stress stress stressy stress.

I cannot wait till Saturday. I cannot wait for this soddingbitchofabastard week to piss off over the hill, and to never bother me again. I would like to just curl up in a little ball, and sleep until Saturday. But I can't. I have to go to SCHOOL, and to bloody WORK. Bloody bloody work. I hate work. I hate school. I don't really, but I don't want it this week. Hey, that's a thought. Half term soon. And that's going to be shit as well. Due to the fact that I have to paint sets, and do house tidying, and go to a shitty reunion that I really do not want to go to. Bloody Westwardians. I hate the lot of 'em. Including you, Kristina. Because you'll make me go. And I don't want to. I know you. You will force me to show my face, and spend the whole time enshrouded with embarrassment. Maybe I should run away. I like this plan a lot.

I think I'm going to become a hermit again.

It is much more fun, and it means I don't have to worry about other people. I can just ignore them, and pretend they don't exist. This is a good plan also. I am the man with the PLAN today. Not that any of these plans will come into practice. I will just think them up, and then throw them away. Even though they are good plans. Which reminds me - I need to do a plan for the English coursework. But that's okay. The books are good.

On the upside, it is the Charlie-Katy-V party on Saturday, which will be so nice. I am definitely looking forward to that. And on Sunday is the party of Steve and Gemma. Which should also be good. Except for the getting there and getting back malarky. Picky picky picky. Perhaps I'll have somehow magically passed my test in a magical way by then, so that I can drive myself there. This is extremely likely. What a good plan (see, more plans). Yes, this will definitely work. Cool. Right. That's that sorted then. That's it all sorted.

And now I'm going to watch yet more Green Wing in my obsessive obsessive way.





Shut up.