So I’m talking to Dillan about social networking, and turns out I have accounts on 10 sites. He says I’m going to be kidnapped. I say I need to sort out my life, lmao.

This week has been really really depressing. Started with finding out that my grandfather has bowel cancer, then continued with a lot of rain. And a lot of walking in said rain. So getting very wet. And an extraordinary amount of coffee – though that’s not depressing. But you know those weeks that just basically suck and you can’t shift yourself and just end up all emo? Yep, that’s me this week.

But I guess its all good, cos Saturday was such a good day. Met up with Dillan (oh and I’ve never really shown you guys what he looks like, have I? BEHOLD! of half his face), went to the city. Nommed on Red Vines (and coffee). Chilled in DVD shops for hours (legitimately hours, lmao. Sad thing is, we didn’t even buy anything. Honestly, what the hell…). Then I really needed to buy some stuff for that night, because Camilla was having a party and I wear the same thing all the time. So my parents gave me money, and I managed to buy a really nice black dress and killer shoes (curious? lookbook. And a better look at the shoes here – yes I’m quite proud of them. Got them half price, how couldn’t I be?!). By the time I’d done all that, though, there wasn’t much time left so we just went back to another food court and chilled. Honestly, the amount of time that I spend in the food court in the mall up the road is insane, I’m there more often than I’m in my own dinning room, and that is no exaggeration. But yeah, I’m lame and love that kind of thing. Anyway, after I said goodbye to him, I had Camilla’s dinner party kind of thing. Lots of girls, lots of Spanish music (Camilla’s an Argentinean, so). Its actually quite amazing that I managed to boogie (yes, boogie) in my heels. But yes, it was very calm, very obtuse conversations were made. I got a lot of compliments, too. I don’t know how to handle compliments usually, so it was a bit… yeah. But yes.

Yeah, I really fail at blogging today. See, we have this speech due next week for English and I’ve been working and working on it. Its about protest literature, and I’m doing This Is England (cos it protests against the British National Front and all), so I’m half working on that, and half doing blog things… multitasking is my death sometimes.

There is seriously not much else for me to talk about, really. I guess cos I’m constantly torn over the kind of blog I want to run, I want to blog more like people like Shelley Mulshine, but I’m not that kind of person to constantly take photos and I’m actually not all that interesting (in case you can’t tell). So BLAH. Besides, the kind of things that are always on my mind aren’t always the kind of things I’m comfortable writing about.

Speaking of discomfort, this year people are organising a “social”. Think Homecoming dance, but after exams. Its like last years Formal, but less dressy, and on a boat. I was NOT keen on going to Formal last year, but went last minute, so I have a feeling a similar thing will occur here. I’m not all that keen on actually being there, but I mean, I want a dress (cos basically, in the end that’s why I went last year. And I was this dress A LOT). And I think there’s this level of expectation that I’ll come to this cos I would have a date. There’s this assumption that girls with boyfriends just go to these things, just to show off their man. And I mean, its nothing against Dillan, but living to standards like that just don’t seem worth it. I don’t know, these kind of things will be the death of me. School dances and proms and all that just aren’t my thing.

Whatever, I need to work on this speech. And work on fixing my bruises; I have about 14 in various places on my body. I don’t know how I’ve achieved this…