Woke up to several text messages from my mother in Norwich who had woken up to snow. Peered past the curtain and saw a patch of blue sky and was like, GAY. LAME. This is SHIT. Ziggy's gone batty, she thinks it's Christmas, bless her. I know it's not because at Christmas she has a Bailey's and takes her wig off. I gathered up my last few dimes (excluding brown moneys) to go for a curry tonight. Said curry instantly made me feel like DEATH and everyone was all like "You look pale" to which my stock response is "I know, I'm a vegetarian." Asides from this I have no excuse for being an alabaster retard, my blood's iron content is very high, I should know, the nice lady told me whilst shoving a tube in my arm.
I don't even go to this school, I just have a lot of feelings, my main feeling is puke.
There have been a few rapes around our street recently and it's a bit worrying. Not for me personally, I'm a GIANT, but possibly for my tiny housemates, who are always roaming the streets after dark. And, you know, for everyone else. Rape's bad. Girl power and that. I've found if I see someone looking a bit dodgy I start writing a witness statement in my head, do you do that? I was doing this one on the way to the White Harte tonight: ". . . about five foot six, short dark hair, parka jacket, purple jogging bottoms and gaffy eyes . . . leaning up on a wall, talking to himself, looking a bit mental."
The birds are starting to do their beepy thing outside the window so let's go to sleep. I miss you everyone.
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