i am not an animal, i am a human being.

i suppose nothing else intresting is going to happen tonight, so here i go.

today was quite mixed.

this morning i was reaaaally tired, and i came out with some random shit i couldn't help saying to liv. the bus stopped and the engine turned off and i said something like "i want to be in the same state as this bus - dead" but i meant like asleep, but i think i worded it wrong. there you go, more people thinking i want to die.

my first lesson was art. we had a new teacher called john, but i kept thinking he was called brian for some reason. don't ask me why, i have no idea why myself.
he is definatly better than sarah or whatever the hell her name is. he was really excited to see my work, and he said something like "my drawing style was like yours when i was your age, i think you're going to progress well!" and i think he loves charcol drawings. he ended up making everyone do charcol. then for the last 15 minutes we had to draw him, doing 6 different poses. he was very cheery for a monday morning.

then lunch was good. nailiah came along with us this time, and i ended up walking a completly different way to college talking about random things. alcohol, saying that she's lucky that she'll never taste whiskey, and the west memphsis three.

then we had film. david wasn't in. blah. i actually did the homework, and pretty much the rest of the class didn't. we have to go to a library at one of the uni's in town. so i have to look for tim burton books. i already have tim burton books :/
and apparently other people are doing about tim burton so everyone would be fighting over them. geeeeeeeeeeey.

i spent my free listening to bad religion, whilst louise listened to metal bands. including slayer, which i thought she didn't like. omj.
oh and stacy messaged me saying she really wants me to visit her and for me to think about going to see her. i already had thought about visiting her with callum for a day. the concept of it sounds brilliant. i hope it actually happens rather than one of thoses plans that never happen.

photography was amazing. in the middle of the lesson, leyla made toby come over, and i basically took his attention with my amazing photo montage. then leyla showed her personal profile. on her hates she put "westerns" and then the conversation went a bit like this
toby: "can you define westerns?"
leyla: "the movie genre, and the countries, UK and USA for example"
me: "she put them to annoy me purposley. all of her dislikes are my likes too.. i like polotics and war and primark!"
toby: -laughs-
leyla: "america rhymes with john roecker"
toby: "what? whoes that?"
leyla: "the person who emma is in love with"
me: "what leyla?! he's an indie movie director, -points at picture- thats his movie, it's about charles manson, i put it cause i didn't want to simply put a picture of charles manson"
leyla: "you still should of"

hahaaa.
then toby walked off, and i was messing on with leyla. i put glue stick on her hood, and it fell and made a massive bang and toby from across the room shouted "HEY!" but you could totally hear him trying to hold in his laugh. plus he was grinning when he said it. apparently he'd been watching us for about 10 minutes. me and leyla are just so funny.

me and leyla then went to the royal quays. i needed wrapping paper. i took some specifically from the 79p stand, yet she charged me £1.75, for 1 sheet. fucking hell. she warned me it was more expensive, but didn't respond when i said it was on the wrong stand and didn't want to pay that much. but meh. i only paid 99p for my work book, some got really fancy ones, i might aswell smarten it up. i felt like bawling my eyes out though.

i got home and joe phoned me. we watched derren brown clips and the elephant man trailor. he started to laugh randomly for about 10 minutes and i was scared.

so yeah, started typing that blog in the loft, but now i'm in my room. there was a fly pretty much commiting suicide slowly by standing on the burning light bulbs. it was disgusting. i didn't want it to fall on me.