i see the dark clouds coming out again.

riding through the monsoon, beyond the world, to the end of time, where the rain won't hurt.

fighting the storm, into the blue, and when i lose myself i think of you.

together we'll be running somewhere new, and nothing can hold be back from you.

through the monsoon ~

oh screw blogger i've got to do this in trebuchet?

bloody hell..

really not used to it.

friday looks like a failure, 4 ppl haha.

later england v slovenia, should be interesting. but mum wants me in bed at 10..

and i can't find my book. my library book. die. the house is super messy now, got loads of things to sort out. like to throw away my exam papers and upgrade to iOS 4...

the new timetable's like screwed. random unknown teachers? and pe on monday again...that's the worst thing. but i suppose at least it's like straight away, not after one lesson. that's like terrible..

and why the hell is mentoring at 1130. they crazy...it's probably one of their horrible newfangled ideas which will fail again. they're always experimenting.

actually, trebuchet's not bad. well, it looks nice here anyway.

today didnt do much, woke up at 9, amazingly. finished 2 books, watched the time traveller's wife on my ipod. the book's still way better. then watched some tv, and i'm here now.

the days pass super quickly, before we know it, it's school.

she's a natural disaster she's the last of the american girls.