Hmmm... basically uneventful day today. Jamie FINALLY decided to come and apologise to me, stupid dick, we hadn't talked in weeks. I guess its good of him to finally admit he was wrong, that is hard for him, he is almost as stubborn as I am. So, we talked for a couple of hours. Hmmm, he really is a complete fucktard. He hates himself for it though, meh. I am beginning to think that we shouldn't be friends anymore, we are drifting apart anyway. I don't know, we have been through so much together, we used to be the same person but I guess we both changed, now we are completely different...

Yeah, so we talked for a while and then decided to call Nick and go to the cinema. Nick, being the honosexual that he is, managed to persuade us to go to see "Girl with a Pearl Earring", which was OK but very boring. It was good to see Nick, he got beaten up by homophobes a couple of weeks ago and I haven't seen him since. On the phone, he was going on about becoming straight etc but luckily he changed his mind. Poor guy, he is really shaken up about this, I wub him so much. After the movie, Jamie had a "date" (i.e. he was going to fuck some random person) so Nick and I went to a cafe to talk for a couple of hours, then he had to get home so my uneventful day was pretty much over.

Due to stupid football game, I now have a four year old in my possession because my godfather left it in my charge to go watch some men kick a ball around. Had an amusing time with it in the park, watching it go down the slide and wondering how the hell it could find gravity so fucking amusing. Then it made me push it on the roundabout, and finally I managed to make it find some nice other four year olds to play with and let me rest. While watching the little kiddies play, some middle aged woman, presumably the mother of one of the other kids, came up to me.

"Motherhood can be tiring, can't it?"

"What the hell?"

"Well, isn't he yours?"

Ahahaha, she thought I was a mommy. I kindly informed her that, yes, motherhood is tiring, especially when you are only thirteen years old and the father (a thirty year old man you met in Corfu) has buggered off back to Europe, leaving you with a kid and and not enough cash. She spent the whole time nodding sympathetically.

Done with amusing myself, I picked up the four year old (literally) and walked home, had lunch and sat it in front of Cartoon Network, and it is now sitting on the sofa and giggling in such an annoying way that I feel like murdering something.

Football matches piss me off. ARGH. It is so fucking loud. OK, so some guy just kicked a ball in to some net, big deal. I am TRYING to relax here, I do not need all of you stupid Arsenal fans screaming so loud I can hear you from my bedroom. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FUCKING SHITS!!!

Anyway, Valentines Day sucked as usual. Went to the cinema, saw Big Fish (which pwned) and then came home with fucktard friends. Fucktard friends then decided to watch fucktard film and eat fucktard pizza, while having fuctard conversations. Then the fucktard film finished, and my fucktard friends turned on MTV, I was prepared to watch the actual music videos but when the ads started, I was not going to sit and be brainwashed by four hours of solid fucktard "buy me, buy me!" commercials, so I came downstairs and switched on the computer, at which point my friends realised I was pissed off and decided to stop being fuckards and a jolly fun time was had by all, dancing to "boogie night" on VH1.

In other news, I met Pete Waterman today. If you do not know who he is, you are either a moron, or American, Canadian etc. and therefore a moron. I am going to be in the newspaper, Pete came to our school with violinist dudes who played to us. We got filmed and stuff, rox0r. I r t3h on the news too, sitting in the front row trying not to fall asleep and wondering where to look, meh.

Some girl accidentally took 12 paracetamols at break today. She was taking them as a "joke". Even though everyone was shouting at her to stop, she took twelve in a row. What a fucked up thing to do. All my friends are pissed at me because I said she was doing it for attention, which she quite clearly was. I feel sorry for the girl though, her dad is a priest and I think he is abusive, she always has random bruises from "falling over". She is always tired and does all this crazy shit for attention, like cutting off her hair in lessons and randomly "fainting". I just don't get it, she has friends and everything, can't she just say "I feel depressed" instead of being such a fucking attention whore? She was lauging about it afterwards. Screaming "I JUST TOOK TWELVE PARACETAMOL HAHAHA" before turning grey and fainting. She is so fucking stupid, I know I am horrible for saying it but she is. Everyone was talking about her behind her back all day, but there is no such thing as bad publicity, right? Gah. What a fucktard. She is so stupid, I feel like strangling her.

On a more positive note, the half term just ended! A whole week off school, w00t! I am going to sleep until 3pm every day and laugh at all the n00b Yanks and Canadians still in school.

Please don't read this entry, it is utter bullshit.

Don't you hate it when you find the perfect pair of jeans, don't have enough money on you and decide to go back and get them in a couple of days, only to find that the pair you tried on was one of the last few in stock, and the pair of jeans is gone forever?

You think about going home, but you were counting on those jeans, so you go to the next shop. No decent jeans. You keep searching through every single store you come across, but every pair looks wrong or is too expensive or doesn't fit right. You really need the jeans, because you have to go out the next day and you have no trousers to wear, as every single pair you own is being fixed/worn/stolen/too big/been left at a friend's house. So, you keep searching, but still no perfect jeans. Alone (most friends are fucktards, mother is annoying, prefer shopping alone anyway), tired, flustered, desperate and frantic you get more and more worked up.

Eventually, after having walked around the whole of Covent Garden, looking in almost every shop, you enter the shop NEXT DOOR to the one you originally went in to, and hey presto! A pair of jeans. They fit. They even look kind of decent, and resemble the pair you originally wanted to buy. wahoo! You buy the jeans, and realise the second you get on the train home that you do not even like the jeans.

So, you go home. Not only qre you left with a pair of jeans that you don't like but can't take back because you really need them, you also realise two hours of your life have disappeared, right befor your eyes.

FUCK.