10 days to Bekka and I jet off to Los Angeles, sorted! Not that any sort of itinerary has been devised, but plans are lame anyway. Went to London with Adam and purchased some of those heely shoes from Urban Chaos. Admittedly I look like a 6 year old or a spaceman in them, but fuck it! They're rad... well, at least I'm sure they will be as soon as I've figured out how to use them properly. Bumped into Matthias in Camden, which was nice... so went and used the McDonald's vouchers, which Parsons had kindly given to me prior to him going to Warwickshire...

My heart is suffering badly... not because of emotional trauma (cause really no-one is worth it) but because I've eaten/drank so much crap recently. Bacon, kebabs, Mcdonald's, and the treacle tart in the fridge will probably be devoured soon enough. Mother thinks I've turned anorexic, but I think I'm just a slob who would rather sleep all day and skip meals for sleep. I just eat loads around midnight to make up for no breakfast. Life is still pretty much like a summer holiday, in the fact that I have no homework and go out every single night, pretty cushty if you ask me.

Annie, Bekka and I were discussing who we'd;
A) like to punch
B) who's drink we'd like to spit in
C) stab

I thought C was a bit far fetched but I devising a list for A and B was a walk in the park. I used to think hate was baggage, but hell no! like in the good words of ol' Davey "Love! Your hate!" - good!
I like to make my hate as humorous as possible when verbally emitting it though... cause I can't bare those 'hate everyone' kinda people. Ok, so the majority of people are complete knobbers, but take it for what it's worth and at least enjoy your hatred! I don't quite know where I'm going with this.

"Ahh for f... " pretty much sums up what I think of everything these days. I also think im developing a slight form of tourettes. x