• last day was sad but not that sad, i was dressed up as a green ninja turtle and went to the kings arms for six hours, drank lots of cider and chatted with all my teachers (then stumbled back to rose’s alone clutching my sword and shell; someone muttered “only in colchester” under their breath at me)
• grammar ball = drama, but i made friends with millie binks’ mum whilst predrinking with becky bick when everyone was at the grammar-only meal. a builder outside playhouse told me i looked like fiona from shrek (but not when she’s an ogre..) and then tried to look up my dress and i was v unsympathetic to a vomiting mcferran.
• prom was good, drinks were expensive and my tan made me look like a mexican boy but it was good. i went round the corner and had a couple of fags with the french assistant and gossiped about cchs, which was nice. i also explained to the deputy head of sixth form and my form tutor how i had obtained an over 18 wristband and offered to show them my borrowed id… banter.

gonna get some more chinese and fall asleep in my lovely lovely bed

photo/life spam coming upppp

okay, so back from next foor neighbours to get a jumper

it’s her 21st and we;re dancing to club tuness in her backgarden with all my neighbours and its freezzing

proper happy about the next week or two, leaving cchs is gonna be sad but i cnt wait to get my hoodie and dress up as a ninja turtle and do the whole leabing shabang

yes. revision is so not happening

this is what happens when you do shots and then drink rum punch so you can put up with all your old boring neighbours’ ssspiel about their lives and kids etc ad i can’y feel mu hands cos theyre cold.

rum punch is my friend.

much love. x

If I want to walk home with you
Hearing every word, thinking it’s true
In a barren field for us to cut through
On our victory lap ‘cross an old street cat

That turns to stop and see you
A small stone somewhere in your shoe
All day long
All day long

The old folks wake up for the day
Seeing the monsters have lingered from the past
And a great bird is flying away
From our family tree; something wrong with me

I’ve got a secret or two
Hiding somewhere but
It won’t take long
No it won’t take long

Band of Horses - For Annabelle

Wooooooooo!

Holy shit this is so boring and cringeworthy

but instead I’ve written a german history essay and emailed it to Schiff, now loading Skins on 4OD and going to make a cup of tea and lock the house up.

Mum’s out so it’s just Phil and I here. I always hear bumps in the night and if anyone broke in Phil would be useless at defending us so I feel a bit nervy at night unless someone else is here with me.

in other news,

I’M GETTING A DOUBLE BED TOMORROW AFTER MONTHS OF NAGGING MY MUM woooooo (even though it’s not because I want it, it’s because my room will shortly become the spare room)

Getting letters in the post and books which have messages in the cover.