August 7th 1994

Bad day for civilisation.

The day i was born.

So you may well gather that my birthday is coming up but to be completely honest...............i'm not that excited at all. It is just another day after all with a title.

I laugh at how my mum keeps asking me what i want for my birthday and the honest to god answer is......... well................ nothing.

My friend at badminton was like:
do you have an ipod? No. Ask for one then. Nah
what console do you have? PS2. Ask for a PS3 then. Nah

I'm not really that sort of person who wants the new thing even when it is quite old. Actually the time when i would like these things is the time when people start to say, "Oh there so old. Get one of these!" 'one of these' being the newest and most expensive thing on the market.

The way i look at life is that if you are not contemtp to play with a bouncy ball up agaisnt a wall or throw a frisbee round a park, you are too lazy or your head is too far stuck up your own arse to care.

I hate going to a private school.

I'm not a social kid and the only way i will meet new people is if they ar thrown in front of me or i go to school with them which works on the same principle. I don't know bout you but i don't really have friends outside school who i meet up with. I'd love to know all the kids in the village because then i could go down the park and play football or whatever. But because i go to a private school we have to organise things. A week in advance you get invited, you check wether your available which i always am unless i have training (I'm such a sad git) and then you get there by any means possible (Your parents if you're from out of bedford). I wish somebody would just knock on my door and see if i wanted to play footy once in a while, thats all.

Anyway. Swimming today. There's like five of us. Not exactly a rave but i'm going cos Jazz wants me to go.

That's what friends are for.
Shame really.