What the fuck is wrong with Blogger? I've been on the computer for just over half an hour and the toolbar that allows you to sign in just wouldn't load. It kept coming up with a white strip of nothing. I've noticed that this has been happening a lot. BLOGGER YOU ARE A FUCKING RETARDED PIECE OF SHIT.

Anyway, I had a complete spasm today because a toilet at school almost overflowed everywhere. I have this weird fear of toilets overflowing and flooding everywhere. Not that it matters because I know my fear has happened because Jack sent me a picture of it from his phone onto mine. I'm not sure what he was doing in the girls toilets anyway. I don't think I'll even bother to ask him.

My dad keeps stomping around the house like a little kid and it's really starting to annoy me. He should fucking grow up. Slamming doors and throwing things about as loudly as you can won't get you any attention. I don't know if he's noticed, but no one actually gives a shit. Did it not occur to him that I might be feeling the same way? The only difference is that I choose to get over it.

I'm going to the British Heart Foundation for work experience. I can imagine how much fun I'm going to have there... NOT. There was no point in me going anywhere because I don't know what I want to do for a living yet. I hate the way that my school tries to force us into deciding already. I don't fucking know, so deal with it you bunch of retards.

As you might've noticed, I'm in a really bad mood right now. I was fine until I came home about an hour ago. I wish I'd just gone to maths after school like I'd planned. I decided to skip it though because I really couldn't be bothered with it. I was actually developing a headache because I hadn't drank enough.

I was just helping Kirsty with her French. That kind of cheered me up a little bit. I'm not sure why exactly, but it did. I have French tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm just so lonely sitting on my own. I don't know anyone who sits near me and it's really depressing. I always leave the room feeling like "I have no friends. I'm such a saddo." I know I have friends, just not that sit near me. It's still really irritating though.

Tomorrow is non school uniform day. That should be fun, as always.... I can picture all those tarts wearing their tightest jeans. Like anybody actually cares apart from all those retarded boys who'll shag anything that moves.