Random scribbles. Nothing revolutionary.

The past year was the most awful I’ve ever had. Period.
In case anyone is grabbed by the sudden desire to be insanely miserable, I’d definitely recommend spending a year in tenth. Though emerging alive through the whole thing is kind of doubtful, everyone who does emerge unscathed at least knows what real horror is.
**looks severe**
Now that the one month torment’s up, everyone’s hopping away to places, and doing loads of cool things, being generally happy and feeling horribly hot.

I’ve been stalking Tom Felton online, watching his videos on You Tube a million times and drooling over his beautiful blue-grey eyes. He has a really skinny girlfriend and plays the guitar really well but duh! a girl’s gotta have some romance!
No one around here really shares my Tom Felton addiction but they don’t really have eyes in their head, he’s the only one in the Harry Potter cast who a) doesn’t drown his face in war paint and b) really looks and acts like the character he’s supposed to play. Poor li’l unappreciated guy!

P.S. I don’t mind, its nice having him all to myself!

Now that exams are over and everyone’s heaving a huge sigh of relief and happiness and whatever, I’ve discovered that I’ve got nothing to do!
Three months is an enormous time to do nothing in. I’ve been having plenty of these suspiciously similar conversations:
Person: Any plans for the vacations?
Me: You now, just hang out with friends…party…go bowling…visit people…
Person: Oh…
Me: Um…What about you?
Person: Oh…the same thing you know…
Me: Cool…
Person: Yeah…
It sounds totally lame and there’s only so many times that you can a) hang out at malls and b) go live with your kiddie cousin who’s taste in movies has never gone beyond Batman and Spiderman.
I also suck at bowling – the ball’s way too heavy and always manages to wind up in the gutter but as long as I avoid talking about my strikes (stuck at the unenviable number zero), I should be in no danger of being though of as uncool.

I’m also wondering, how long is it that dropped food becomes officially uneatable? There’s half a delicious cookie which looks quite tantalizing, but it’s on the floor, and it seems such a waste to let the dustbin swallow it.


The heat’s killing me! I don’t even feel like dressing up (don’t be fooled, the heats only an excuse, the real reason is that I’ve become quite fat since January, I’m terrified that I won’t fit into my jeans! **looks mournful**) and I’ve been taking two showers a day, which is something huge because my mum has a tough time persuading me that a bath a day is essential to keep me clean.
I’ve also got myself saddled with a dentist whom I’m going to visit today and who (obviously!) terrifies me out of my wits. The ordeal’s f^&*%#g painful and my mouth feels like its been maimed for life, but it feels nice to look in the mirror at teeth which a) are reasonably white and b) look like they’d be able to carry off a half-decent smile.

So, I’ve been awe-inspiringly brave, screamed only a little, stayed stuck in the house, eaten loads of chocolate and switched off my lights for the Earth Hour. **long sacrificing sigh**
Being human and loving it.


Cheers!
Chocoholic

DENTIST UPDATE:
Dentist poked a hole through my tongue. Well, not really, but its nice and swollen and painful…am having plenty of difficulty in eating. **sigh** He’s also refusing to put braces, says that when I grow older, my teeth will shape themselves. Looking at my mouth now, I’m not particularly impressed with the way they’ve been going on about the shaping thing…and what hope of improvement do they have in three years? **even larger sigh**

CONCLUSION: Dentists suck.