frickin hell, here i am worrying about my english coursework and feeling ill when we're about to embark on a frickin war. it actually for the first time yesterday really fucking scared me, now we come down to it and its the 'final countdown' as such im properly scared. i don't wannnaaa goo to waarrrr
my dad thinks he's extremely funny by saying ooh you might get called up! have fun fighting, get your gun ready! i don't find it amusing.
of course, there isn't any other way this situation will get sorted...guess we'll jsut have to wait and see...
now i feel extremely gay typing about trivial events in this, or any other of my diarys....but oh well, at least i realise this.
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