we're over, it's done, you've hit the homerun.

=) i don't really have a lot to say but i feel like rambling. my fingers are cold and i found a super nice purse the other day; whenever anybody mentions anna i feel like i'm about to throw up and i'm pissed off that ben hasn't replied to my facebook message cause it took all the fucking good will i had to send it.
i quite want to look like ani difranco ish. my english coursework is due in tomorrow and i haven't done much but i'm suprisingly un-worried. actually it's not that suprising, i don't worry about much at all and it's both an advantage and the probable root of my entire shit-ness.

an eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.

:) i like parties and alcohol and kisses and cuddles, not so much anna campbell and her big fat lies though.

love is noise.

NOT A HAPPY BUNNY.
today:
1) anna went home early so school was distinctly average/dismal/uninteresting.
2) i had a driving lesson and almost killed mark and myself twice; the first time i braked so hard that a HUGE lorry almost went into the back of us, the second time i crashed into one of them kerbs in the middle of the road (on a major road) stalled, burst into tears and couldn't get the car started for the next five minutes.
3) i have to go to the opera with my parents on friday night; IT'S MY SISTER'S TURN but she's decided to go to thorpe park with her boyfriend instead.















hahahahahahahahahah i typed in 'sad face' in google and this is what came up... YEAH THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW D:
i'm blatantly going to get done for child pedophilia.


on the PLUS side, in Philosophy today i gave a presentation called The Story Of The Lunatic, which included a lot of my OWN artwork that looked like this:









everyone loved it, i could tell.