God Thinks I'm Abel

It's hard concentrating on what I am about to say with strange men walking around my room. They could at least keep it down.There might be children reading this, so I should specify... Strange men fixing the light bulbs in my room. If they were to cause such a ruckus just screwing and unscrewing *ahem*, they could at least have sent less 60year old men and more fit Satoshi Tsumabuchi lookalikes.

Anyway, onto more important matters ,my Alevel results weren't as huge a catastrophic disaster as I had expected them to be. I am happy but it is ironic that I am too ill to do anything but stay home and eat ice cream. Yep, I celebrated by staying at home with Anne watching tv, eating dinner with the gramps and indulging in a sweet little bowl of cookie dough. Last night was celebrated in sensible proportions. Not that fun. But i'm glad I survived to tell the tale and Anne was there for me.

When I finally stop coughing/hacking/choking/gagging, I will arrange something with the new fortune I have acquired simply by just churning up A's. (Up till now I honestly have no idea how that happened). BEAUTIFUL!.

>>A big thonkers to all those who called/ texted me to offer their moral support, I really appreciated it y'all!!! :) Especially to Anne who came down much earlier on in the day just to sit by me and lend her support <3>>>congrats to K for passing her driving test! You're my future Chauffeur yo! haha XX


PopTart's Poster:
Something that promises independent-minded groupies, and basic 'rebel against the machine' type individuals, (hopefully those bold enough to don a shade of lipstick darker than their 'candyfloss' lipgloss)...

Just doesn't deliver. But anyway, it's cool advertising ,really it is. Now to convince the 'two kewl for skewl ' post JC people that attending events like these with taboo-esque advertising and neon colour schemes,does not make them hardcore by association. -_-