Had a boring weekend, staying at home and being ill.

Had lots of sleep though... and did a fire alarm without spazzing out. Be proud. I went to Iceland and bought Squirty Cream. Yay!

The Lyceum phoned, asking if I could work Christmas... I said I could work halfof it and they said they'll phone back. They better or I'll bomb it.

Caty is at home, so she's recording the Grimm Adventure of Billy and Mandy for me. YAY! I luff da Grimm.

I realised today that I have an Arts Management exam. I can see that one going SO WELL. Jesus fucking christ, it's going to be like my GCSE maths exam, where I put up my hood and just feel asleep.

I cooked a nice meal and burnt my thumb *whinge* I had poatatos, carotts, salmon en croute and a white sauce. Yum, I r teh chef of da year. Still have to do the washing up though :-(

Been let down with MDMA, again. Why is that I can get any drug, except the one I want? She says 'I can do you skunk, pills, base, whizz, trips, coke, bee's... but not mdma'
You know what I say to that? GAH. I think I'm going to plant a special MDMA tree, which gives me a gram everytime I put a fiver in it, in a specially coloured pink wrap. When the room inspectors ask what it is, I'll reply that it's to help with my asthma. Bzzzz.

Prodigy in one week, huraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! We shall dance and sing!