9:20

I'm bored.
And want to clear my head.
I still don't know what subjects to do.
My room is messy.
It's getting on my nerves.
It usually doesn't.
But now it is.
I think I do have a slight case of OCD.
Hmm.
That is something to ponder.
I wish my slight case of OCD could get me out of school.
I can't be bothered to do anything.
I have done nothing all day, besides tan a few shades darker.
As a result I smell like sunscreen.
I am not a freak who wants skin cancer :)
Besides I like the smell.
And I still tan with it on.
I'm quite pleased with my skins ability to tan a shade darker after 10 minutes in the sun.
At least if I can't achieve anything for myself my skin can.
It has a mind of it's own.
I wish everything did.
The first thing on my mental to do list is "Write several different to do lists".
I have so much to do that I have to seperate my to do lists, how lame.
But my to do lists are now more than ever including things to think about, rather than things to do.
Decisions to make.
Like subjects.
I need to write a pro's and con's list, that may help.
I like abrupt sentences, I think.
I tend to write like this when in strange moods like this.
What is this?
I wish I could write songs.
That would be pretty awesome hey?
I suppose I could write poetry and it could be a song.
But then again, I can't really write poetry.
You know, I'm not really sure why I don't like Shakespeare.
I mean, when I think back on the texts we have done, they aren't all so bad.
I hate competition.
Therefore I hate exams.
I want to move countries.
I want to go to England.
I want to go on holidays.
Holidays are like space.
A vacuum.
Empty.
And they empty you head.
I got that from my french exam.
I hate these moods.
I always seem to get them on saturday nights.
What's with that?
Hmm.
It's been 27 minutes already.
28.
29.
30.
Meh.
I've lost any train of thought I had.
So I'm out.