Current mood:	frustrated
Current music:	X-Ray Spex - Identity

*drool* peter murphy *drool*
I should be writing my french essay now. It's due on friday and I'm not going to have much time tomorrow.....but I really don't want to. Ah well, it's only french. I skipped both french and history today, and no one called my house. Maybe they've given up on my ever showing up again. Heh heh.

Dave Lacey is one of my new favorite people. That guy's great. He is totally quiet most of the time, but when he does speak, it's either something intelligent or something hysterically funny. Great kid.

I have decided that when I get down to 115 pounds, I will get myself a tattoo on my lower back as a reward. I'm thinking lower back because that's the kind of place I never let show now because I hate it. I'm quite confident, especially as I have now given up chocolate. Never again.

Mom offered me an ice cream bar thingy tonight (chocolate coated), but thankfully I was on the computer and my background is Peter Murphy being sexy, so I said no. I don't know if I mentioned the fact that he is triggering for me. Well, he is. The end.

I somehow managed to find my way to Holly's and Kate's websites...they don't know me, and I don't know them, so it's quite amusing that I spent almost a half an hour looking at them. But Holly had a picture of Justin Coutts on hers! I miss that child. He should stop being a crack addict and come home. Melissa spends all her weekends getting hammered in Guelph now (I don't approve).

Oh funny story...I spent an hour wandering around Talbot St. last night looking for a fucking cigarette! I was quite desperate, so I just walked and walked until I found some guy with No.7s and he gave me one. Yay. It made me a half hour late getting home, but whatever, my parents were out anywho. How do they expect me to make cerfew when they aren't even home?

I was stressed out again last night because people are fighting again. Kelly, Brett, and Dave were supposed to come over and watch a random movie, but Kelly ditched us for some Brent guy, so Brett got mad and went home, so I got frustrated and went home, so Dave had to go home to an insane mother. Grrrrrr...why can't people just get along?

But I'm going to read some before bed. I'm almost done "The Iron Heel" by Jack London. It's quite good. Read it. Now. Do it.