right. i lied about the estatic happiness. i was, and i thought, "it doesn't get better than this - my family is here, i have all this Aqualung stuff and i don't have that much homework..."

well for starters, i have a test of French relative pronouns and i know fuck all. dont, lequel and qui all sound the same to me at the moment. and celui, celle, ceux and celles - what do they have to do with anything?

and then there's the thing where my parents have managed to have a fight while i was taking a shower. typical. they get stressed whenever something big comes up. most of the time it's a joyous something big, which they smite down with wrath. oh, like getting home from having sold a house for money, holidays, parties and so on.

do the experiences of people turn them into jaded bastards who don't find joy in anything? if so, i'd much rather die young. what's the point of living if all there is to life is duty and Law and hurt feelings?

they are such unlikable people, but of course, no one but real Loved Ones get the priviledge to experience this. all in the cunting family.

oh, and my dad is sleeping in the study. it'd be fine had my Mac not been in it. with iTunes. majorly regretting not downloading the singles to my iPod. those tracks need a really good listen. none of this laptop shit.

ETA: and this justifies being online at 1 am, watching Matt Hales Monkey TV and listening to music. because he's comfort food. i said that Matt and Ben taste different at the lunch table this morning (i have lunch at 11 am) and scared all the little boys.

when i showed SB the photo of Matt 'n' I. he took my camera and walked out of the room, returning with a Maths club poster ive minutes later and saying that it's not Matt Hales in the photo.

Matt stole the show! and he's the prettiest.

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th since 5th october 2001