Today I woke up too early, and then was late to college. We played with plaster and got real messy, plaster is fun. Emily had a go at anna, our cretin of a tutor, which was definately a high point of everyone's day. Oooh, and listening to someone's converstion today, I was trying to count how many times she said 'like' in a sentance. I lost count after a while.
I ruined my apple crumble and fish tshirt and got ink on my favourite jeans :(
My mother makes me paranoid. I'm paranoid that she doesn't like me very much anymore, which sounds silly but I genuinely am worried. She seems to be quite weird with me lately, which could possibly be all in my head but somethings definately different and as far as I'm aware I haven't done anything wrong.
Nothing feels all that normal at the moment. I'm not liking it.
All I want to do is have a shower and watch midsomer murders, like a true loser. But I've got a fucking essay/research thingy to write for tomorrow about an artist who I swear to god isn't even famous. Grrrrr, I'm not a happy badger
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go emily :D
parents don't seem to like their own kids so don't fret.
when i have money, i'll buy you it's not lupus t-shirt and the jeans. (which ones are your favourite :S)
i like midsomer murders. thanks for introducing it to me.
please cheer up. i still love you; that's still normal :) x
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