Sunday 7th

Hi guys, sorry I haven't posted, for like. ever. (wow, I had the whole big eyes and girly hand movements going on there) but i've sorta got stuck halfway all my posts either not being bothered to continue or realising that the post would be really pointless and boring, normally a fusion (I LOVE THAT WORD) of both plus a hint of not know what to write next. See that was stupid, I should delete that. But I won't, I think i'll just keep posting crappily until I get better or lose all my friends, because apparently people are so bored they just want ANYTHING to read. Which makes sense, i'm doing anything I can at the moment to avoid the yearlies, like picking up phones, returning texts, checking my emails and writing bad blogs.

By they way, Ross and Monica are just as strange as the rest. I mean, Monica has how many different categories of towels, and how many failed marriages has Ross had? Because its only ok, when I do annoying things i'll answer my own rhetorical questions: 11 and 3 (one of them turned out to be a lesbian).

If you don't know what i'm talking about, i'm not sorry, in fact i'm disappointed, you deserve a lot worse than wasting your time reading that. Do yourself a favour and watch Friends. Now. Please? (after I get the whole grade hooked, I won't feel obliged to study)

Thanks for reading

I just realised this blog isn't actually about anything in particular when I went to put a title, oh well. Better post to come (hopefully).