So I'm trying a semi-new look. The layout is different but the colours are the same. I already miss the old one, but I quite like this one because of the side panels. The old one was a bit clunky.

My brother's friend gave him a car, apparently a super-duper one. Hmm, yes, I can imagine. So now he's being very smug indeed. I worry that he thinks he's some sort of driving extraordinaire and he'll end up doing something silly. It's the last thing we need.

I can't believe how quickly time is passing. A year isn't actually a long time. Quite soon I shall have to get my act together and get up at a reasonable time. I'm a little worried about going to university but I am looking forward to my course.

I woke up in the middle of the night completely disorientated. I remember that I was, in my head, whilst I was asleep, reviewing a film of some sort, and I had deemed it as very bad on account of its projectionist. I then had this ludicrous idea that I was in search of a film canister which was located on my bedside table and began frantically fumbling around for it in the dark, at which point I thought 'this is stupid - I could just turn on the light' (still being in my dream state), which I did. I then looked at my bedside table and discovered, unsurprisingly, that said film canister was not on my bedside table, and in turn I believed that my mother had taken it and put it somewhere. 'Oh what has that woman done with it!?' I silently lamented before proceeding to actually wake up thinking 'what on earth am I doing, it is 3 am and I am searching for a non-existent film cannister whilst cursing a similarly non-existent film projectionist for making a non-existent film apparently unwatchable' and feeling rather embarrassed.
It was an odd occurrence. I think I must have been in some sort of dream state, halfway between sleeping and not. In any case I felt foolish and hope it doesn't happen again, ever. I think it may have been caused by the fact that I was sleeping rather lightly because of the new curtains which let in copious amounts of light. I can only sleep in the dark.

Gingivectomy today. Although it was probably pointless because the tooth will have to come out.
Am bracing myself for great pain in coming days.

School is a sweltering death hole of illness and ... death. After unsuccessfully (wow there's many repeated letters in that word) attempting to acquire a yearbook I returned to my humble abode drained. I now have the task of phoning Rachel Duffy's parents, because that won't be weird and awkward at all, to get them to send me it. It was all very sloppily planned. After an unwanted encounter with Mr. White I proceeded to run away from Mrs. Paul. I really hate saying hallo to people I really don't want to say hallo to. What an eventful day.

I'd go outside, but it's too damn cold.

I currently smell from spray painting one of the dustbins because they're so damned ugly. Ours now has pretty number 24 in lurid green, with a skeleton hand coming out of it. Just to be funny. I don't get it when people put political messages on dustbins. It's a dustbin for crying out loud.
Tomorrow I will be finishing my dustbin art, and I will maybe get started on my pumpkin, although I do still have to study for my theory test which is in a week. I've taken about 5 mock tests online and have failed them all, which is new for me; I usually get by.
Weird.

The internet depresses me. I think I might just spend all my time reading and watching films instead.

Kathleen and I went to Cambridge today. The journey there was so boring. We ate kettle chips and arrived rather a lot later than we intended. I fought off a headache all day, but I think the Chai and carrot cake in Starbucks helped. I bought some socks that have piano print on them; I am rather pleased with my purchase. On the way back Sean Connery the sat-nav device told us to take the fourth exit. We took the second, and ended up in Newmarket. The moon is looking very yellow and big and low. I will no doubt take tomorrow to recharge, and study for my theory test, which is soon.

People who use 'that's stupid' or 'you're an idiot' as a critical argument really need to reassess their approach to debating.

Our shed got broken into last night :(
They kicked down the back door, broke the lock of the shed and took the good bike, which my dad actually uses a considerable amount of the time. I didn't hear a thing, but then I do sleep like a rock, plus the double glazing. The police woman came round to take some fingerprints (like they'll be stupid enough to leave any), and she said they probably took that one because it's a mens bike, and apparently men are more likely to go to the black market to buy bikes. Interesting.
In other news, not much else. The house has now reached sub-zero temperatures and I have been forced to buy long woollen cardigans, one of which I ruined within a week of having purchased it. The buckes on my bag ripped a bunch of holes in it. How very annoying.
I'm going to book my theory test later, but I really can't be bothered to study because it's just so boring.
Also I've just found that there's a bunch of people on my friends list who I don't know and didn't add. So if you're one of those people then reveal yourself because I find secret readers a little creepy.