It feels like I'm being choked. Like someone has got a thick, cold, heavy chain attatched around my neck and they're tightening it every day. I wish I had some clarification as to why I didn't want to leave my house at all this week. There are times at school when my stomach is like a fish just out of sea, cold and slippery like I'm about to be sick. Everything said to me today has just pissed me off beyond belief. And I'm sitting here, needing to hurt someone. Isn't it the week before Christmas? Shouldn't I be full of the good old Christmas spirit?

I feel old.




I'm going out to the cinema later tonight. I hope I don't rip off someone's head.

I got a slightly later bus home today, so it was generally more crowded. He was so close I could hear what he was listening to on his iPod. I hate the way I act around boys, I can't even look up and I get all weird and stoic. I must be the most unapproachable person in the world.

I've decided Homogenic by Björk is the most beautiful album I've ever heard. I've been listening to it for a couple of days straight. Björk just has this way with words I'm completely fascinated with.

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School, so far, has been simultaneously brilliant and shite. I don't know why I had to take this GCSE course in Irish, when I really want to do this Russian thing that my old history teacher is setting up. I fucking LOVE the Russian language D:

And I DESPISE my French teacher. He has this awful habit of repeating everything he says x10, supposedly to drill it into our brains. Well I guess it worked, I mean GOD I'm never going to forget "C'est qui est bon, c'est qui est bon, c'est qui est bon..." *pukes lungs*

I watched Philadelphia yesterday, for the first time. That movie is just a paragon, perfect and Tom Hanks is amazinnnnggg omfg. And then I watched all three Pirates of the Caribbean movies. I should really do some homework or something.