| Current mood: |  exhausted |
I Drink All My Money Away
Today was really quite good in relation to other days, which have been completely fucked.
Went to the common, like we have done for the past billion weekends, and got drunk. Like we always do. We
have no lives.
We used to be about going to the cinemas and doing homework on time because we feared teachers. Now it's like "Year 9 Slump." We're done with all our tests so now we don't care. At least thats how I see it.
On Tuesday, I get go see Saving Private Ryan with all the other people that are going to Normandy.
On Thursday, it's non uniform day. I've no idea what I'll wear.
On Friday, it's the Alton Towers trip. My brother is going there on Monday. Ha, loser. The day to go is Friday.
I've ran so much today, I always fucking run around when I'm pissed. I behave like some sort of hyperactive little kid thats been let loose and drank loads of caffeinated drinks and eaten sugar. I've lost count of the times Nic told me to just sit still, but it was physically impossible.
Me and Nic sat on the grass and looked at the clouds. That was fun. For some reason, when the sky clouded over, and it was all dark, it reminded me of the film Beetlejuice. And Nic thought one cloud was shaped like a goose. Yeah, ok. Nic had his head resting on my butt. Which, apparently is comfy.
We were sitting there for ages. It was fun.
Hannah came around...I've no idea what time. But she came, and Nick Russell started yelling at her. Then everyone started yelling. So I yelled at everyone to stop yelling. It was to nice today to be shouting at each other. I just wanted to lie on the grass and look at the sky.
So I did. Nic came with me. And we lay on the grass listening to the shouts of everybody else.
I felt quite bad, leaving Hannah to the evil grasping clutches of Nick Russell. But I couldn't take all the shouting...
We started walking back in to town to go to Joe's house. When I rang my mom she said I couldn't because dinner was almost ready. This was at six. We sat down and ate dinner at seven. I was kind of pissed off. And I have to go to chapel tomorrow. I tried to tell my dad to fuck chapel. But he didn't listen to me.
My mom isn't here tonight, she's gone to stay at a 'friends' house. Bullshit. Her 'friend' lives in St Albans. And 'her' name is 'Christie'. I've never heard of anybody called Christie before. And St Albans isn't even that far away. Why she has to stay there, I don't know. My fucking comfy arse she's staying at a 'friends' house that is called 'Christie'. I bet she's gone to stay with that guy that I suspect she's secretly seeing behind my dad's back. Bitch.
I hope we go out tomorrow again. Fuck my French oral test Monday morning. Im hopefully switching to German. I have to go talk to Mrs Fotheringham, which should be quite interesting as she hates both my brothers, and I hate her.
www.svensation.co.uk my brother's friend's brother made this song. download it, and the video. Its great.
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