So its Sunday evening and I'm still in front of the computer doing nothing. The thing is, my parents and brother decided to go out shopping for some thing(s) and later go to some friends birthday party.

Yea I know, my bloody parents have a better social life than I do.

I didn't want to go so here I am home alone. I've been in the house alone since 12:00am this morning. To tell you the truth, I've never felt spoiled in my entire life. I switched on my computer, grab a bowl of my dad's chocolate cake and a huge glass of Strawberry soda and watched the entire third season of The OC.

Yeah, The OC, shut up.

The point is, I've been sitting here for the past four hours doing nothing apart from almost crying when Johnny died. Thinking about it now, I feel like I've just found a way to ease off my depression. Not that I'm depressed or anything but in a way this past few weeks have been rough and now that I've spent four hours doing nothing I may have just feel a little bit better. Last week I prayed for a break from the whole school thing and now I feel like I've already rested in a way and actually feel a lot better.

Well not exactly, the combination of chocolate cake and strawberry soda is making me want to throw up and I also feel like a headache coming on. But thats all good.

So anyway, the reason I moved here is because a classmate of mine, Michelle found out about my blog. Xanga decided to improve its weblog by introducing this new footprint feature for people to track down visitors that visit their blog. Cool eh?

Not.

I mean imagine what she could do. She could print out my entries and post it in our class billboard. Or she could make copies of it and pass it around to everyone in my class as a must read school article. I can't imagine the humiliation when they find out about stuff I write in there. Its just, well lets just say the things I write are worse than porn. Which is bad. So bad that it could actually make people think that I'm a part time stripper or something.

Sheesh, blame me for having a wide range of thinking capacity.

Lets just not think about that right now. Its hurting my head. Anyway, I met up with a few friends yesterday. My neighbour/ex schoolmate had a birthday party and she actually phoned me three times to make sure I'd come. Which looks a tad bit desperate and needy but what the hell, she wants me there so thats great.

Her cake looked nice. It was covered in white icing and had smarties all over it. Its homemade so yeah, no comment.

And she's 16 by the way.

Oh crap, I just remembered I have an early tuition tomorrow. I have to wake up at 7:00am maybe earlier. Oh well, I still have like 13 days to go until school starts.