I've recently realised that the two posts I've just added are rather melancholic, and may give the impression that I'm like this permanent misery chick, so I figure I'll add this one to disprove the theory.
( Hmmm, I'm now wishing that all geeks could be as cute as Leonard in the Big Bang Theory, cause itd make life that little bit more fun, really, wouldn't it?)
The title was picked because i love that band and song (ATL if anyone's wondering?) but I also love to dance. Really, everyone should try it: if you have the privelege of getting the house to yourself, crank Forever The Sickest Kids IDKAYBICTFD and just do it! I realise that excluding the three hours of private hell, that I am not, and will never go into, the party on Wednesday was amazeee. Really, my best friends, 'my' rather ace hat, loud music, laughter, disecting every beatles record ever made, and those conversations that occur at like four in the morning, that aren't really about anything, but just make you smile. You've gotta grab onto those moments, truly, cause in the end there what being a teenager, hell being a person are all about.
However, in the UK, not being able to drive til you turn seventeen can be a little bit problematic, cause I felt like such a tramp on the way home; due to brushing my teeth in the station bathroom and reading 'the Acid House' by Irvine Welsh- which I would totally recommend, because its great, in a sicken-you-to-the-pit-of-your-stomach, masochistic sort of way- earned me some mighty strange sideways glances from the communters on the train at nine in the morning (afternoon). Worth every second, really.
I aslo love phonecalls from my friends, as today I've had three, and they make me happy.
Right now, I'm contenting myself, with mushroom burgers (which are actually much nicer than they sound) and pasta, painting my nails taxi-cab yellow and watching SATC re-runs.
Ahhhhh life is good.
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