And i don't know who you are, when you're running inside my head.

I should really be doing maths revision. But i'm not. I'm here..blogging. To apparently no audience. I can pretend, though.
I'm good at pretending. I'm also good at ruining stuff. Like...homework. And friendships. And boiled eggs.
I'm also gonna pretend that i can sing, and am not consequently killing everyone's ears at this present moment in time. Its not like i can help it. You me at six. Undenyably singalongable. Now thats a sentence and a half. I'm unbelievably glad i've got most of the music i lost back. Stupid computer.
Technology seems to have a mind of its own these days. It was only yesterday that i was wrestling the scanner.
.....*examines hair*........
i need a haircut.
Maybe more like a bob.
No idea.
Hmm.



Oh yeah.
To anyone that i've made upset?
I'm sorry.
And thats a wrap. Or maybe thats when i get fed up. Same thing really.