Dear Lord.

What a wierd morning. I woke up after having a dream featuring Tash. Wasn't an indepth experience, she was just there, talking to her her friend who kept giving me dirty looks. I hate her, so can someone please explain her prescence?

Nothing really interesting happened today. Before English I was just pissing about on photoshop and that's really the only thing worth writing about. Besides me leaving my headphones in college (again), spilling coke on my white t-shirt and Dad giving me a guilt trip, though I think it's more a misunderstanding. It'll get sorted.

Mo