Labour is such hard work...

Mood pissed off
Wearing white strappy top, light blue pilot jacket, old holey Moto jeans & odd Next socks. One is black and pink, the other is black and green.
Eating/Drinking nowt
Hearing Michel Rubini - Manhunter Soundtrack - Graham's Theme
Dreamt about A really cool girl on a plane. Wanted to go to the loo but the loo was in her bedroom, so I was sitting on the loo, but not actually doing anything. So we chat and it's all good, she's dead nice and I wake up feeling a little lost cos she's not there and that she was only imaginary. It was sad.
Currently reading Scar Tissue - Anthony Kiedis (once again. Adore it.), The Beach - Alex Garland (still. Oh, I love it so.)
Present MSN name I don't want to need you, 'cos I can't have you.
Talking to Ed, Jess, Kaling & Catdog,
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day lie

I was in a state this morning. I was racing to school like my life depended on it. Except I needn't have bothered, I was going to be really, badly late anyway.

See, while I was dreaming away, the time was ticking by. And my dream was during the little doze I'd had after ym mum said goodbye to me in the morning. Thinking I'd be dozing off for about ten minutes, I got up and grabbed my schoolbag ready to walk out of my room, go downstairs and so forth; on to school.
But the minute I step out of my room I hear a voice come from Lisa's room, 'Are you still here?'
'Uhh... yeah...'
'It's twenty to ten.'
And in my head I was swearing. First of all, my watch said half past and I hadn't bothered to look at the hour hand. What reason had I to? Afterall, I thought it was still on the eighth hour of the day.

So I stumble downstairs and stamp my shoes on, putting my mp3 player on my belt and hiding the wires under my top. Did laces. Yelled something which may have been 'goodbye', either that or 'fuck you, bitch'. I dunno. I was getting really stressed out.

I'm walking dead fast up the drive from Fag Ash Alley, thinking all the time, 'Oh my gosh, the builders know!' Anyway, I get to Reception and ask if I can sign in. They ask me for a note and I'm swearing in my head again because I need an excuse for not having a note and also why I was late (I am not going to tell them the real reason. I'm Year 10 for goodness' sake!)
I mumble my excuses and write on the sign in book that I had an orthodontist appointment. Then I scurry away to find my lesson before the receptionist, who also happens to be my ex-Sunrise Club person, can say anything else.
There's not much point in going to the lesson I had right then becuase there was only a couple on minutes to go until the bell, so I walk slowly to B-block, wait it out and then follow the students who are in my next class to said class.
'Twas physics. Wasn't too bad either. I was listening to the Chilis throughtout and we did a practical on lenses.

But then things started going crap. Next, it was break. I go out and meet my friends and some of their sad little followers, only to be insulted for my political views (for crap's sake, we're kids!) and I'm not ashamed of them either.
So support Lib Dems and the Tories atm. I don't support Labour. That's that. And all these sad tossers start having a go at me for it, like being a Tory is as bad as being a Communist, murderer or serial rapist... or all three. That pissed me off.

Next two lessons: RE followed by English. Relaxed. All was fine except for the sub teacher in RE (replacing Miss Quaile for a fortnight while she's ill) and this sub teacher yesterday kept going on about Lisa to me, saying how sweet she was and all about her wanting to be a vet and needing really high grades (basically the latter stuff is what I already know, and the former was just surprising) and then how much we look alike which was a kick in the head, cos I hate that being said to me...
Anyway, today she kept telling my about her daughter and her optitions, neither of which I gave a flying fuck about and so I smiled politely and walked off.

English: pretty boring actually. The start was funny though when Mrs B came in with her hair different (ie: tied up in a croc clip) and Melissa, Amy, me, Sam U and a couple of others who wree having a quick chat whilst waiting for her to come in, basically pissed ourselves laughing when she came in with ehr hair like that. I felt bad though, cos I do actually like Mrs B. She's one of the good guys.

Next, dinner. It started out okay, actually. Steph W, Flo, Cherry, Greg, le Beak and myself were all there. Cherry and I had a bit of a laugh and then we settled down a bit, then started having a talk about politics, which is not a subject I enjoy. Especially since what happened at break.

Anyway, Lucy and I start having a heated debate and I'm taking it in my stride. he's spouting her usual crap when it comes to these things: Labour will win because Blair's the best leader, Howard is a slimeball and too many people are suffering from the last time the Tories were in power (like fuck - I say) and no one will vote for Kennedy because no one wants a Scot ruling the country (and what do we have now, if not a Scot?) and also he's not a born leader like Blair.
No, maybe. But at least Howard and Kennedy aren't total scumbags like Blair is.

So I say my point of view about the economy and the wasted money that we have to pay to school what I called 'the scum of England' (bad choice of words, but I did mean that) and Lucy looks horrified like I've just admitted to killing Pie or something.
Then she starts really laying into me, while I smirk like I wasn't being serious, as I actually wasn't being totally serious and she tells me how disappointed she is in me. People ought to have equal chances, blah blah. And she says I'm an 'elitist bitch' or something.
Then she wouldn't sit next to me in the practise room for this same petty matter, so I just sit and write songs.

Literally, only minutes later they're all talking about religion and basically ignoring me. I'm not so bothered about them ignoring me, cos I was doing them same to them by shutting myself off listening to my music. But, then Lucy and Jodie start saying that in you don't need to have a religion, just believe what you do and you don't have to explain yourself to anyone because it's about you, not them. Excuse me! Hypocrite alert!

Anyway, I maybe didn't explain myself all that well, but they had no right to tell me that I'm wrong, they're right.
I never said I was right, nor did I say that I was wrong. I just said that it was what I believed and that I disagreed with their point of view. And they and their shite-arsed sheep didn't need to insult me. Bastards.

I don't think I'm talking to Lucy and Jodie now. They haven't said a word to me since. So I won't bother either. I want an apology.

I may be elitist. I may be a snob. But I was brought up with certain views as did they, and I can't help that they're different to the ones that they grew up with.