So yesterday was going to be the day that I finally talked to Kirstie. I was getting nervous already so I went round three (count them) hairdressers to get my hair cut but none would do it (by the way I've had three separate, unprompted complements about my hair lately so I might leave it a bit). Anyway, so instead of getting it cut I just worked on it a lot. And the rest of me. Dad got pissed because I spent half an hour in the bathroom! But thats not because I'm a pretty boy, I just have lots of stuff to do. Wet my face, soap my face, wash my face, dry it, clean teeth (takes ages), apply benzoyle peroxide (takes ages), use facilities, wash retainer etc etc. Anyway thats not the point.
I was going to speak to her yesterday, I got so pathetic about it though, so nervous. I made myself physically sick in the morning! What the hell! I swear I need hypnotism or something. Of course mum knew exactly what was going on, when I got home it was all "did she say yes then?". How does she always know everything?
So anyway, you can imagine my face dropping when I got to class and found that she wasn't in! Christ! I was so annoyed! I thought it might be a sign to give up, but Phil assures me it wasn't. I suppose he is right, but I'd hate to convince myself that I'll do it next thursday, being sick isn't nice. Or maybe I should get some of that herbal rescue stuff.
Anyway, extrememly annoyed about that, and those Jane "Nor" bags (how many of those can you buy on ebay! get a life!) and my modem, but I did get the internet up on Suse using my old modem and I had another one of those melt in the middle chocolate sponge cakes (marks' & sparks') I swear they should be illegal.
Right, I better go to college, then work after, speak soon
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