sweet jesus, my heart's beating...

i just can't help myself. i just can't help myself.
it's finally friday. 5 weeks to go. it was only a three day week, technically. 4 and a half then. i'm counting the days, i'm tired and hungry and have eaten too many crisps.
but this weekendi am going to catch up with all my work, including my extended essay, as well as doing the ssaw stall on saturday and going to covent garden on sunday and probably spending a long time sleeping and eating and talking on msn, which is eating at my brain and driving me insane and i'm in love with emily kane.
i should shut up about art brut.
this is the worst. of the last few years. terribly frantic, and depressing and everyone is a crazy combination of completely off their faces and relaxed as fuck. what is happening??

my room has been moved around. it's sinister. all the furniture is at odd angles. my computer doesn't have a french dictionary installed. very very annoying. especially if you have to write 4000 words in french. in a week.
so i'm resorting to compulsive blogging, sleeping and playing Operation Spacehog.

'IN SPACE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM'.
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