Obsolete

I feel fucking depressed.

Why?

The last period of school... kind of killed my mood.

My own fault, really; thinking and thinking and thinking.

I can't stand being the mr. nice guy anymore.

Remember the Forgotten Times

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That's what I thought of the teacher's conference today at the Evan Theatre in Penrith..

It was informative, yes, but sooooo bloody boring! I actually fell asleep in one of the talks...

FUCK ME, there were some annoying girls sitting at out table.. you see.. the six of us from Girra had to split up, but basically it was only Liam and I who had to sit away from them (technically, we were right next to them, because we were just back to back) but FUCK, those girls were annoying

And the other table was even more annoying, so fucking immature; thank fuck for that teacher who actually came and told them to shut up and behave.

Hmm.. thoughts thoughts thoughts..

Well.. underlying thought now.. is that I'm actually going to start feeling sorry for Liam, because it seems to me that.. She was actually, and more than likely.. playing him along.. don't ask me how that works.. it's better left to be contemplated..

Uhmm.. thinking of when I'm actually gonna be giving Faye her birthday present.. 'Cos not sure if she's going to show up tomorrow at school because of the strike..

Ahh crap.. yearlies soon,, need to study! FARK!