Getting screwed over, being in the "safe" zone and hypodermic needles.

So I waited around for a couple hours for J today but he didn't make it...oh well..you can't always have what you wish for I guess. That should be the *first* thing children should be taught. Right after "Never ever ever be scared to dream". Kind of a contradiction. Eh.

Meaningless! These words make no sense. What's happened to my desire to blog anyway? It seems to have skyrocketed to non-existence. And the only reason I make an effort to even sign in on here everyday is so I can record a few memories to look back upon in the distant future. That's the only reason. To make memories.

Nikita Opal got caught with her boyfriend and apparently that's a major no-go with her mom and dad, so yes, she is in the proverbial shit-hole with that. Wonder how she's going to fare in tomorrow's practical exam (Biology. I am so dead, by the way.) with all this going on. I know how hard it is to concentrate in answering the paper, leave alone studying or revising the day after being royally reduced by your parents to inexplicable defenseless goo. 

I performed the worst in a Social Science and Chemistry exam after ED-related fights with my parents the nights before. Anyway. Part of life I guess. Hope she can get herself out of this tangle soon enough. When I come to think of it, I should be thankful my parents aren't that uptight. Or for that matter, I'm not that wayward. Either way. Saves drama. I know my mum would rather I be promiscuous than be throwing up every meal in privacy. Screwed logic, but I understand, at some level.

Anyway, must get back to drawing prawns' backsides. The joy!

xx