now i can't walk in a vacuum, i feel ugly, feel my pores

Well now then, school is one big pile of crap isn't it.

TOO MANY PEOPLE STRESSING OVER IT.

About three quarters of my year are starting to fall asleep in class (not from staying up late talking on the phone, like I do, but) from revision.

FUCK REVISION.

Seriously, I go to a grammar school, I am 99% sure that everyone I know would pass their GCSE's without any revision whatsoever.

I got an A* on my Biology mock today. Did I revise? FUCK NO.

If this is how stressed people get over GCSE's then they are going to have complete mental breakdowns when they get to A Levels. He's seriously stressed about it and I didn't realise, the douche I am. He'll be fine though, he will, I'm sure of it.

Oh and aren't boys the biggest pain like, ever.

Not him, the other lot. Oh God, that rodent can go fuck himself. At least three people are thinking up very sadistic ways of brutally murdering him. Involving an apple corer, cheese grater and a fucking huge knife. Oh yes. The wanker needs to stay away from my friends because any time he tries to buddy up to them they end up getting hurt by his compulsive lies and and MASSIVE DICK FOR A HEAD.

And and the whole other incident thing, well some people need to grow up. It obviously didn't mean anything so he should just stop trying to blow it up because no one would respect him for that he's just made us lot feel sorry for her.

Hmm okay, rant over for now, off to stare at photography homework and then give up and put it off until tomorrow.