don't even think about what's right or wrong or wrong or right.

This week is going insanely slowly. I kept on looking at the tv listings for Wednesday and then getting frustrated that the wrong tv programme was playing, and then I looked again and was like "remember, I was looking a day later last time" and I was looking at Wednesday again.
The weekend seems like so far away because it promises to be such a good one! Friday night me and my friends are going out to a place near Edgeley Park where they are having a St. Patrick's night and all the money is going to County. That should be good, as long as we don't get IDed and get in, and are able to have access to alcohol. Alcohol makes a night a good one. When drunk the shittest night is better, and even if it's not, it's fine, because it's all hazy the day after anyway.
Today was okay, I am worried about my whole year photo. I had no idea I was so small in comparision to the rest of my year! Honestly, I thought I was averaged height, yet I was on the back row of 300 pupils.
And I'm so silly. Because, I am just not doing any work. My textiles project is in for tomorrow and I haven't even nearly finished.

I fail at life.