Home from work.

And on msn to Jess! I give thou proof. Oh, how I adore her. We are sitting ranting about how Snow Patrol is a mere five weeks away, how we're going to have an amazing sleepover on the 18th of february and how she loves this blog so much she's going to subscribe to it.

Recent happenings.. well, at Burnside, I am quietly growing to hate the prisonesque establishment even more. I have been put on attendance report (ironically my attendance is fine, over 90 in all lessons, 100 in drama, obviously) which means I have to tediously get every lesson signed by my subject teacher, and get my frees signed by whoever's in the study room as proof I'm actually doing my homework. Treating us like young adults? I THINK NOT. Of course, I have now joined the reppin crew that Laura Knox and Sarah Taylor are already part of. I feel so rebellious.

I went to the doctor's yesterday, after finally getting sick of feeling drained, depressed and generally shit for no apparent reason. He says there's nothing wrong with me. Brilliant, teach me how to sleep properly, please.

I have also resolved to go on a stationery whoring session as soon a possible in an attempt to motivate myself academically. I like pretty clean books full of clean paper and files that click and such. I will organise myself. I have to. I am wasting myself at the moment, I just wish I wasn't so bloody knackered. Or such an artistic twat. Why can't I just be interested in things that don't involve me making noise, singing, pretending to be someone else or writing meaningless fiction?

Oh well. I will return as soon as I can with more photos of things I deem to be relevant. And of course, simply for Jess.

Bed awaits.