I want to die. No. I'm serious. You know that massive quiz I've been filling out all day - did I tell you about it? No? Well, I was filling out a quiz on MySpace, and it was enormous. Well, my fingers accidentally mashed some buttons on my keyboard, and it left. Disappeared. Kaput. Gone.
Seriously, I cried for ten minutes. I hadn't cried in ages. It feels quite stupid to waste such a good cry on a stupid MySpace quiz. But seriously, I've been filling it out all day. From about ten in the morning until about eight-thirty at night. And then it just goes. See, this is why I fucking hate computers. It was a fucking ace quiz too, and I had some good answers.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! *sobs uncontrollably and then slits*

Oh well. No use slitting over spilt milk. I'll just have to blog.

I'm quite proud of Stromhole (oh, and this is another addition to Why Stromhole Is Actually A Prison theory). We've made it to the national papers. Well, to be anal, Tara made it to the national papers and dragged Stromhole along with her. Surprisingly, I thought Stromhole would get put in for having a riot or an escape first. But no. We get put in because we let Tara off the grounds to have a smoke? It's a bit of an anti-climax, isn't it? I mean, the thing I don't get about this whole thing, is why exactly she needs to go out of bounds. The teachers all know her and her friends smoke like chimneys and they don't really care. They know there's nothing they can do about it, so everyone just turns a blind eye to the far shade shelter - it's a good system. So why do we need to mess with the system? Answer me that and I'll be happy.

There'd been a shooting at a service station/convenience store. I walked in and saw Jeff Buckley over in the corner. He was running the store while the guy who'd been shot was in hospital. Jeff was dressed in a really nice flanny and he had his longish hair (basically picture him in the video for Last Goodbye), and he was looking forlornly into the lolly cabinet. I walked over to him and he turned and said sadly, "I want an Alaska Bar." But there weren't any in the cabinet and he looked really upset, so I offered to buy him a soft drink. He perked up a little, but then I realised I didn't have any money. Then (rather conveniently) a man came up to us and offered us forty dollars to turn a blind eye while he stole televisions from the back storeroom. Jeff seemed appalled, but I said, "Make it fifty." and then I woke up.

To Do This Weekend:
- English Assignment
- Entertainment Inc Assignment
- Music Assignment
- Maths Assignment

Completed?
None. But I did go up to my Aunt and Uncle's house and scrubbed their doors...

I'm a total sucker for a pretty man. This theory is based on another dream I had (NONE OF WHICH I AM REPEATING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!) a few nights ago. Put a pretty man in front of me and I'll freeze, go quiet for a moment, and then, if he told me to, I'd probably go jump of a cliff...

Another dream: The Chaser guys were filming a skit in my backyard and I went outside to talk to Andrew. I said to him, "Why is your hair always so crazy? You'd look much more attractive if you just had your hair normal..." and he replied something about how he was sponsored by hair gel companies and how his hair was insured for some extravagant amount of money.

I dreamt something about a large dog last night, but I can't remember any of it...

Note to self: Bring teddy on Monday.