This was my life...it never made much sense...to me

Right I've just challenged myself to write a journal entry in the time it takes 'No Reply' to play fully so...

My mum had a ball last night and I went in a non-staff capacity. June and Jenni were there too so that was fun but Jenni and I were mocked by Jen's mum for practically falling asleep where we sat at about 12:30am, considering we should have been partying OMG!WILD teenagers. We're old biddies really.

Composition has been laid down on Cubase but I have to spend hours hand inking the score and writing my annotation this weekend.

I was meant to be going up to my Uncle Raymond's house now to burn 2 CDs for my research essay but I can't do it.

Over 22 hours on the computer in school - just in the music room will do that to you. I can barely sit at my laptop now.

I want to write porn.

I want to hug Lee again. He's so cuddly and wonderful.

Ned wants me to design the writing for his band to fit on a drum skin.

I'm so tired.

Study leave in 5? 6? days. Fuck me.

I want to post.

I want to cry.

I want to talk to people but I can't find the energy.

I don't have any energy for anything anymore.

I need affection but feel bad that Jules and June and Ashley constantly have to tell me that I've reached my limits and that I have to stop. And they do. Regularly.

I'm looking forward to Florida but I can't believe it's real.

I'm meant to be going to the Comic Expo in Bristol next weekend but I need to book flights and shit.

....'No Reply' is over. I will not write anymore.