Ya soshla s uma (I lost my mind)
<<2003-02-11 - 7:40 p.m.>>

She came home ten minutes later and told me what had happened… said it had crawled off down an alleyway and that she had come back to fetch me, I’m still not sure why… probably because it was really dark and spooky down there and also I don’t think she wanted to touch it… out of guilt and fear that it might bite her, most likely. So we drove back… and it was still there but it had moved a little way further down. I followed it down into this field in the pitch-black darkness, where it had collapsed after being sick several times. My mum went back to the car for a dog lead and while she was gone, I stayed there crouched in the mud, talking to it, and eventually I dared to stroke it and after that it completely trusted me and I’m assuming it felt safe because I managed to coax it back onto the main road. It led us back to its house eventually but it was a long ordeal in the pouring rain, and I was so tired after all that that I didn’t go to college this morning. It turned out that it was just in shock and had a nasty bump but that’s all; if my mum had been speeding we would have had a corpse on our hands.

So I just went to college this afternoon for my IT exam which I couldn’t really miss but I think I have tonsillitis and my throat has been burning for a few days now. After my exam, it turned out that I had locked my key in my locker. I was so disgusted with myself, how stupid can one person be?

I got the college caretaker to prise the lock off for me but it means that, since I bought a new padlock from the office, I have to meet Laura at 8 45 tomorrow to give her a key so she can get to the stuff for her lesson. Normally I wouldn’t have to be in until 9 55, which really, really sucks. THEN my form tutor came up to me and went "YOU MISSED THE TUTORIAL" and did that i'm-really-understanding smile which in reality is actually an I'm-going-to-eat-you smile...

I’m writing this on Word since my mum made me come off the internet in case “The tiler rings”, she’s more concerned with the fucking bathroom than with her daughter. Well no, she isn’t but that’s how I feel sometimes.

Ugh, I feel so much like shit it’s unbelievable and I can’t even skip college tomorrow. And I’m supposed to be getting my hair cut tomorrow afternoon, which means I’ll probably pass on the plague to the hairdresser. Heh. Honestly, if I had a picture site I’d show you a pic I took about ten minutes ago, my hair (when it’s straight like now) is about 4 inches too long and it’s all straggly so I’m getting a trim and some layers done. Hopefully, if there’s a free appointment. It should be fun...

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