• I haven't spoken to Andrew properley since Val and him broke up, so I decided to write him an email. It's terrible, but oh well. I've copied & pasted it. (Molly = my half-border terrier, half-shihtzu dog)

   

  shmandarooooow!
  seeings as I haven't spoken to you on the phone in approximately a thousand years, PLUS I am looking for an excuse to ditch my stupid schoolwork but avoid going downstairs (they're watching I'm A Celebrity...as much as I love that Star Trek bloke's voice I'm not really in the mood), I thought I'd write you a long, rambly, boring email! feel free to stop and start as much as you want, I won't blame you if you're already bored by this point.
     So! Update on this household. Molly has had a haircut and she's ACTUALLY LOST WEIGHT. She doesn't look like a chubba anymore! It's so sad. Laura's rediscovered Sims on her laptop and is looking forward to a visit to Keel (sp?) a la weekend. Mum is shockingly behind on her Christmas pressie shopping, but then again, so am I. I'm thinking I may just give out 'Free Melissa Hugs' to everyone this year. Sounds good, no? Dad...Dunno about Dad, I haven't seen him since he turfed me out of the car earlier than usual this morning at the station. He does seem to be on the right track music-wise though, he bought the new Killers album last week and actually seems genuinely interested in listening to it. That leads me to the all-important question: Are we human? Or are we dancer? I know that song's all about some Deep Hunter S. Thompson Quote, but really, it seems a little gramatically off to me. But then again, I'm a grammar Nazi (whoops, said the N-word) so maybe it doesn't matter much to anyone else.
     I am almost finished my first week of mock GCSEs...It's times like these that I absolutely loathe all the annoyingly clever people that surround me at school. Mum doesn't get it, but maybe you do because you've been in a school like mine before. I thought I did okay in geography and religious education, and then later found out everyone had written an average of 4 pages more than me. WHAT THE HELL? I guess I can't really talk because I've been spending at least half an hour of each exam with my head on the desk snoozing, but really, I'm just super fast at writing. Honest. Anyway, I've given up trying to revise trigonometry and have resigned myself to failing my mocks, on the grounds that I'll use my study leave more wisely this summer (HA, as if).
     Ooh, weird thing to tell ya. Well I think it's really weird anyway. So I keep this journal thing online, right? It sounds really weird, but it's honestly wayy easier & quicker to write in than an actual diary. Well the website I use has just introduced this new mailbox system thing, about a week ago, so users can send emails to each other and stuff. And since they did that, I've received three emails from people in America telling me how much they enjoy reading my journal. One of them even gave me advice on this problem I'm having with Xavi and Ruth, my best friend. How strange is that? People that don't even know me are interested in reading about my random thought-farts. Seriously, one entry included the questions along the lines "Do people in other countries have Marmite? And if they don't, what would they think of it?" no joke. Hmmm.
     Have I got any more news for you? I don't think so. Ooh, I'm dropping art GCSE soon, whoopee. It's way too much stress than it's worth. ALSO: Completely addicted to listening to music on YouTube. I've actually given up listening to my mp3 player, the only songs I listen to are from random amateur people who've recorded themselves singing in their bedrooms on their shitty webcams. One current obsession is this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVMMFqNvCxY   There's also this guy called Ali Americanos (ridiculouso name, I know) who's done an awesome cover of Be Good Or Be Gone by Fionn Regan in different rooms of his house.
     Bloody hell, how much have I written? I feel a bit silly now, everything written above ^^^^^^^^ is a pile of crap. I'm so bad at writing emails. Plus I wonder how many times I've referred to myself in this email?! Gosh, me me me. I'm so self-involved. IlovemeIlovemeIlovemeIlovemeIlovemeIlovemeIloveme. Okay I seem to be running out of inspiration, so I'm gonna bring this to an end. My bum aches like a bitch now.
     Miss you, brutha-from-anutha-mutha, hope I'll see you soon. Oh yeah we will - It's only Christmas innit! So I will deffopads see you soon. Don't feel obliged to reply to this email, it's absolutely terrible. Lots of love and hugs from all of us lot, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
   

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