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Kay, boring boring boring day yesterday. 'Got home from school a little late after a chance run-in with my godmother in law (she was about as uncomfortable as a black guy at a Klu Klux Clan meeting). Once I arrived at home my room looked like a large bomb had been planted in my room and instead of going off it was covered in clothes. I guess I couldve just said that my room was covered in clothes but that would be an achingly dull description. Anyway, after sifting through a mountain of newly 'purchased' clothes and half Dilemma and WRP's wardrobe's (plus a bag of box box's discarded things). After this particularly tiresome ordeal (which involved me shoving everything that fit under my bed) I settled down to 'work'.

I am not sure if you've realised, but this abstract ideal of 'work' has always confused me. For example, I could be talking to my friends and updating my blog and classify that as work (which I do very often) because it requires a certain amount of effort for my large and ungainly digits to press the tiny little letters on my keyboard -that and the fact that I type one handed - makes it pretty hard going. So after various superfluous conversations with people I don't really like and people telling my to do my homework (as i have already stated, I WAS doing my work), I discussed photoshoots with various people. Mayun wants to shoot with my this sunday and he's thinking a kind of grungey, alleyway, homeless kind of shoot. I reckoned this is brilliant as I don't even have to leave home to shoot it (since I live in an alley in a cadboard box anyway). By the time I had finished my 'work', it was already 11, and the precise minute i switched off my computer my home phone (yes, I have phone in my alley) rang and I got a delightful long-distance call from someone I had completely forgotten about (well maybe not, thinking about obsessively is more like it, but that doesnt sound particularly cool) unfortunately nothing interesiting to report, just the usual awkward banter and I managed to be off the phone in minutes (Hey, he doesn't read my blog so I can say what I like!)

FINALLY I got into my bath and read 1984 (for the gazillionth time) at the same time, though I do not advise you bringing your favourite book into the bath with you as it tends to get water and soapy substances on it.

At last I collapsed into bed at the ungodly hour of about 1:30 and actually slept through the night for once (thanks to some awfully potent new sleeping pills).

'Woke up this morning in a mighty foul mood. WHICH IS FUCKING DUMB because I do this every time I wake up after a particularly late night and I ALWAYS tell myself I will never stay up late doing 'work' ever again. But I always do. ANYHOODLE, only had a ery minor argument with my mother - SHOCK! HORROR! - and managed to get to school almost without incident (apart from the stupid queue of local kids I almost beat up at the Taxi Rank, I mean SERIOUSLY, YOU GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL, SHARE A FUCKING CAB ALREADY!). First lesson was film where we are watching an absolutely surreal movie called "12 Monkeys" which is so fucking awesome it kind of made me wish I was crazy (I guess I am already crazy and that makes me even more crazy for wishing to be so. OKAY SORRY)
Philo passed almost without event, I actually did my homework (Choose three examples of modern Pericles [who my teacher pronunces per-i-cals as opposed to per-i-klees, HE WAS GREEK FOR GOD SAKE GET IT RIGHT] and I chose the Dalai Lamma, Princess Di and George Bush and he told me they were too controversial! TOO FUCKING CONTROVERSIAL?! I ALMOST CHOSE ROBERT MUGABE, RASPUTIN AND HITLER, I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING CONTROVERSIAL)

Now i am in textiles and it blows, get me out of here

Peace Y'all.