"You gave me your lips
a gentle kiss
the medicine to cure my pain"- Eyes Set To Kill
Gosh, I fail at achievement. Pretty good at procrastination though.
As I am not allowed out this weekend, mainly because I have an English exam on Monday and Thursday, I am apparently supposed to spend every moment this weekend revising like a bitch.
Just watched 'Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging', such a feel-good film.
The guy is quite fit, but he talks like such a twat in the film, and I don't get why the group of girls have to be so... eurgh. Like cheesy, and all weird and slogany? I sure as hell didn't act like that when I was 14... which was only last year surprisingly. 
In a way, I suppose this could be considered as a form of revision. Brushing up on my vocabulary and my writing skills, which is needed quite badly in section b of the exam papers- or so I'm told.
Grr, fireworks still going off. I hate fireworks. Got out my house this morning and it was like, phwoah foggy much? Also I don't see why everyone's bashing the story of a guy that tried to blow up Houses of Parliament. He failed, and we make a national holiday out of it.
I've also heard that if your slightly famous, and get shot in the head, you get an airport named after you. It worked for JFK and Lennon, could also work for me.
Well if that plan fails, maybe I could get a national holiday for failing to get an airport named after me. It's could happen...
-AMZZ x
