i just lost an entry. AGAIN. i hate it when that happens. i fucking hate it. i never learn. i hate re-writing, because it never sounds as good the second time around.

i saw one cute guy in london. and he was danish. i don't know if all the cute london boys were hibernating or something, because all i saw were ugly people. no offence. oh. well i guess i saw morten harket too, but he is norwegian, so that doesn't count either.

my parents liked their presents. or they faked it pretty good. i was all enthusiastic and telling them about my trip. they didn't know what hit them. they were acting all weird. i don't know.

i got two letters from my school. about missing papers and too much absence. so i have to speak to the principal. my mother is being supportive and telling me what to do. "go to the psychiatrist and get him to write something about your illness and we will go talk to the principal and explain to him why you have been acting weird." thanks mother. i don't know. meh. i am tired. real tired.