what the actual fuck.

i'm fucked off. 

I had a lovely post that began with "so i'm not going to say anything negative tonight..."

but fuck it, I am. I've got enough hormones to create some kind of bomb with and I need to get this anger out. 

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that felt so good. 

Anywayyyy, Alexa Chung looked really good in her spread in Harper's Bazaar, I must say, she is growing on me a tad (although, she'll never replace Daisy Lowe<3)

I don't want to talk about A levels, University, UCAS, Head Girl or Interviews.  Or JOBS :@

I'm going to keep a good positive mental attitude by remembering that I got a new book today :)

I forgot my bankcard so I only had enough money for one book and it was between

• Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks (I actually need to read this for english)
• Statistics level two, Edexcel
• Passion in death, JD Robb
• The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold

I went for The Lovely Bones :) It's been recommended by two people who tend to have good taste, so it should be good. Also it addresses a lot of my interests.  I just read the blurb and I'm already entranced ^^

It's been fastracked up my reading list which currently consists of:

• Amsterdam, Ian McEwan
• Atonement, Ian McEwan (Second time)
• The life of Pi, Yann Martel
• 1984, George Orwell (it's the second time and I only have a few chapters left)

My rant no longer applies but I'm going to leave it up there ... so next time I'm angry and go to write a blog, I'll realise I'm a dick when I'm like that :)

Thankyou hormones, you are going to ruin my next month(Y) You bastards.

what the buck.;)