no more cigarettes, no more having sex, no more drinking till you fall on the floor

Fuck it. It's half a page too short but I don't give a crap, I am handing that shit in.

I want to put some photos on here but I suddenly flicked through My Pictures and just realised, I am a shit photographer. Hmm.

I'm going to put some up anyway...

Oh Espana. Gotta love that place. If I could I'd live somewhere in Spain, or maybe Italy, not in a touristy area or anything though, just make friends with the locals and eat yummy paella and stay up late on warm nights. I'd have to avoid the sangria though. That stuff is nasty.

Spanish boys are so lovely. None of them are my type, they're all into football and stuff like that, but they're really friendly and sweet.

I'd exercise more if I lived in Spain as well. Go swimming and shit. God I love the sea. I stay in there for hours, going all pruny, stinging my eyes and yelping whenever I touch any seaweed. I sunburn and worry about how I look in my bikini as well, there's a bad side to everything, but generally I love going to Spain.

I am going to get royally fuck at hers. With science modules over, and yet the vast expanse of Maths GCSE and internal exams ahead I will just have to drink, and drink, and drink until I don't stop smiling. I'll talk absolute shit, fall over a bit and dance a lot, maybe sing along if my voice is alright by then. It should be. I'll want to kiss him more than he will let me in public.

I don't wake up with a hangover, only a chip on my shoulder.

Oh the joys of being young and a fuck up.