I HATE this computer.
But I think you all knew that anyway.
I actually made it into school today! Yay!... And then I went home. Kind of, I actually stayed for two lessons, (Sociology and Humanities) and then I felt sick so I texted my dad in between lessons to come pick me up, then I went and sat in the canteen with Martin and Tom until he showed up.
The woman at the office was really pissed off because I hadn't gone and told them I was feeling sick and let them ring my dad. But I didn't see the point because all they do is get really bitchy and non-believing and make you feel about 4 inches high. So I just shrugged when she told me to go to the office first next time. Uhm yeah, okay then.
So anyway, I got home and started watching some random music thing on MTV2, I dunno what it was, I wasn't really paying attention. Then the doorbell rang and it was Stan, apparently Alex had told him that he'd be up by 11:30 and... well, it was 12:30 and Alex was fast asleep. So Stan rang him from downstairs and then we started watching this Top 25 American Idiots or something. THEN we realised that Alex and Cat were having ANOTHER screaming match at each other so we turned the volume on the TV way up and tried to make it not awkward.
Eventually they got tired of arguing and Cat went out then Alex and Stan hung around downstairs watching the end of the Top 25 American Idiots thing (which was really weird because Green Day weren't even in it... Number one was that guy that does 'Achey Brakey Heart' or whatever it's called.. And they had Puddle Of Mudd twice.. For the same song?) Oh well, whatever ... Nevermind =D.
Then Tom came round and he remembered my name, hehe, and they all went upstairs to have band practise and I went into my room to write in my journal about my inner most feelings and all that jazz. Not really, gawsh, calm the fuck down. I actually just lay on my bed and looked out the window watching the clouds go by with Green Day on my stereo, it was fun.
After a while (about an hour and a half) Alex knocked on my door and asked if he could have some of my Tequila. I have a bottle of it in the drinks fridge 'cause it's Loe's party next week and we're gonna make some Cheeches =D so I didn't wanna waste it, but I said he could anyway. ('Cause i'm all nice and stuff.) Then he made a Cheech with it - yay! And I poured a little out so Tom and Stan could have a shot each. I love Cheeches... I would've made one of my own but I still feel sick so bleaurgh!
I don't know what else to say. I'm meeting my dads new girlfriend on Friday... =S I'll keep you all posted on how that goes.