Wow, it's been ages since I've done a journal. It's kinda become my blog, but that's soon to change. As soon as I get a job (soon!) I'm gonna buy myself a video camera, and then - hello vlogging!! AmazingPhil (YouTube; subscribe to him NOW) makes me laugh so much and he made me think about doing vlogging as a kind of summer project. So I'm gonna gosh darn it.

Anyway, right now this is a break from writing the script up for drama (performance in a week and three days - it makes me feel nauseous just thinking about it. I'm the only completely non-human character. Joy.), which has taken me all day and it's terribly depressing because we haven't even written it all properly yet. Oh well, four full days of rehearsal coming up - fantastic. That's not sarcasm, either; we need it.

Ugh today has been one of those days...woke up fairly early, thought "Oh good a whole morning of revision available!" But, as it's me, and I'm bone idle, I thought "No, f**k it, I've got the day off tomorrow too, so just sit in bed until midday playing Pokemon Yellow." So I did. It was brilliant. Completed the whole of S.S. Anne and got, just about, to Lavender Town in three hours. Plus, managed to get Bulbasaur and Charmander to level 20 from 10 and they evolved too. So that's pretty much all of my Pokemon apart from Pikachu (it's Yellow, he won't evolve - swine) and Clefairy (does Clefairy EVER evolve?) evolved into 2nd gen. All that in three hours - I was pleased.

Anyway, as soon as I rose from my incredibly comfortable pit, the bomb landed. The big 'M' for 'Hellstruation'. The pain...my God, you wouldn't believe it. It's like someone's shoved a whisk into my stomach, and they're making constant dough. It hurts so bad. As I type this I can feel another contraction coming on, I know it's gonna happen in the next minute. I time them quite well. I'm gonna be awesome having a baby. Boom, here comes the pain. It's tormenting me, it's flickering around, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. I've been sat on my bed groaning and whining regularly for the past...two hours. I'm so reincarnating as a man...or a lizard.

I don't even know why I'm putting this here as it's like, my reproductive system report or something, but you know it really helps to vent. Anyway as soon as I'd had a shower (the least enjoyable of my life, and those of you who know me well know I love showers more than anything) I realised that my face suddenly erupted into a gaping raw chasm of acne (OK, not that bad) due to all the hormones, my eyebrows look like those of a neanderthal, and I won't even go onto the bags under my eyes and my bloaty belly. So yeah. I've felt great all day.

And now, I'm listening to French radio (oh, the stuff they listen to) which is my version of French listening exam revision. Sigh. It's a rock station, and they're playing trance. I'm so annoyed. Damn hormones. In science we learned all about how Prozac works, by making the neurons in your brain fire faster so everything around you is more stimulating.

I found a huge loophole in that, though - I mean, if it makes everything more noticeable and stimulating, wouldn't it just make all the crap parts of your life that made you depressed in the first place, even crappier? Meh, whatever.

It's like swine flu. Everybody is just whining and crying about this so-called pandemic, and I just don't see the fuss. [link] <-- Watch that video if you don't see my point. It's incredibly funny. And incredibly true. It's the kind of governmential crap I just hate, like last year when all of the white/caucasian people in my school weren't allowed the TB jab (even by their GP) because we "are not at risk". My answer to that was "But it's an airborne virus. We all breathe the same air." At that point I was quickly ushered back into compliant student mode.

I'm waffled a lot, I realise. Sorry about that "/
I wanna tag some people who've just made my life kinda happy lately. Okay, it's three people. But so what, I love them lots.