Still in foetal position.: Coping like a cowboy

So not only has school decided to inundate me with unimportant surfing sets, but has also decided to charge for forks.

Have they no moral fibre? So I buy some noodles, (because i love asians, hence i love noodles), and before walking away i politely ask for a fork. But then the oversized bitch informs me that they are 50 cents. NOT COOL.

Updating my life in point form, cause point form is cooler than not point form:

1. I cleaned my room

2. I made myself a mustard dress, because i love mustard more than toilet paper

3. I go to the library sometimes now

4. I am uber stressed about school

5. My school bag broke... so i bought anew one

6. Wish i could be friends with guys, without them wanting more

7. Wishing my mum would buy whipped cream more often

8. Found a spider on my jumper... when i was wearing it

NUMBER 9: HAD A REPETITIVE NIGHT TERROR WHERE I WOKE UP SCREAMING AND SHAKING LIKE SOME CRAZY BITCH :(

so Scarey. It consisted of, Cloning, artificial insemination, mutation, some bold 5 year old girl with stretch marks on her head crawling across the wall, then peering behind doors, ALWAYS WATCHING ME. sometimes my creativity stuns me :(

On a lighter note, spent yesterday shooting Theresa's clothing to help her refine her portfolio. Theresa is amazing. She has talent! She is my idol! She doesn't even flinch when using testers to cake on make-up at myers in the city.