Shared with her philosophy teacher the possibility that she's going insane. And cried. And feels slightly better for it.

Wondered why the (skally-esque but none the less) cute was watching her and smiling, was torn between ignoring him and smiling back, decided to smile back only seconds before realising he was very naive's gay best friend. That girl has little to no taste.

Discovered that her inner gay man is Rufus Wainwright. "Congrats, you've got a little Rufus in you! Raised on opera and his mother's show-biz sensibility, Rufus is a master songwriter and performer. Though prone to excess and moodiness, his off-kilter sense of humor and fashion and his radiant presence make him a joy to be around. Don't be ashamed; if this still small voice speaks up within you (with a bit of a slur and a lisp), listen up! He could make you a star."

Who's your inner gay man?
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Any information as to who Rufus Wainwright happens to be would be hugely appreciated.

Sat behind the world's cutest couple on the bus home. And sulked over her lack of boy.

Added manwhore to her msn. Just sort of on a whim. Because she's perfect and very attractive looking and has wonderful shoes, and if he doesn't want to talk to her then it is he who shall lose out. Or something.

Avoided doing any revision for tomorrow's psychology exam. Or friday's economics exam. Or monday's english literature exam. Or...you get the point.

Discovered her new favourite confectionary item - milky bar buttons in christmas themed shapes, ingeniously named "milkybrrs". Go buy and improve your day.

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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to