Thus I blog from a train from London Euston to Birmingham, which I must admit is rendering me rather nauseous -

Anyway in other news I think my snarky self has found her stealthy way back to me. Philosophy boy has brought her back out again, since all of our conversations are so heavily sarcastic one can hardly remember what one's original meaning was. So I have moved on from the initial infatuation stage to the "I hate fb so much I just want to flipping see you" phase, which is essentially a dreamy concoction of pining mixed with doubt re the fact -how can I ever know if he truly likes me since I hardly know him?! All in all, fail.

I was attempting to revise latin on this train but I am afraid apathy has taken over. We have to get off in a minute, just passed coventry.

French exchange students populated the boys' school this week. Although it must be admitted that the teachers failed since most of them were girls, thus record testosterone levels recorded on campus this week. My good friend had one called Quentin who was 14 and pretty cool but one of those annoying people who gives off the air of thinking you fancy them.

The flag was at half mast at school anyway since one of the dinner ladies passed into the dark veil on a tide of bowel cancer and teenage boy-tears. She was a figure of great public affection over there.

Oh and a little snippet for those of you who have long been loyal to me - I gained a special report last week from a good friend who happens to go to school with Shakespeare that he has been saying some really quite ridiculous things about me. Apparently they were on the bus and Shakespeare goes, "she (ie me) obviously fancies me, she'll deny it but she does." OBViously mate, hence why I rejected you, and apparently "everyone in my school is a sket or a slag" I actually spat out my water I was so shocked.

So, on that bombshell my friends I leave you, to the whirling nights and merciless hands of time x
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