Well prom was fun. Prom was really really really fun.

The only good bit was the drunken conversation with Mr McKenzie and dancing to Single Ladies with him. I love Mr McKenzie. He's the only thing I'm going to miss about that place and he knows it.

But yeah, apart from that, then everything else about prom and the after prom party etc was a bit of a let down/disaster.

All I know now is that I'm in the mood to cry for hours and listen to Radiohead, maybe watch the first part of The Deathly Hallows and drink a lot of tea.

The worst part of it all is that I have my college induction day tomorrow. Not to mention the fact that this whole Granny thing seems to be taking a turn for the worse plus the fact that everything else is just fucked.
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STOKED

It's 21:11, I have a Willow remix blasting out and now I've got a headache. Retreat retreat! I'm going to be bed with a cup of rosy lee and some Sherlock.

Steve's cartoons for The Guardian are the best.

Chemistry exam didn't go that badly.

Not gonna lie, this is pretty fucking hot.

I'm going to marry Adele.

I'm too tired to type about how annoying these bitches are. Ha, I feel like Kanye when I say that! Obviously I'm referring to Ricky Gervais' awful puns at the Golden Globes: while introducing Robert Downey Jr - "Many of you in this room probably know him best from such facilities as the Betty Ford Clinic and Los Angeles County Jail." I mean talk about a low blow. Leave the frankly overrated Sherlock alone!

Suppose the only relevant news is that I'm having a party at my place on Saturday. I'm gonna say BYOB just cos it's easier, but they'll be quite a bit o' toxic substances there I would imagine.. so yeah, don't really give a shit who wants to come. Just so long as you're not the absolute cunt. Oh, and no haters please. Should be a laugh, usually is.

Pure Green Evil

If ever there was a disaster, it was totally tonight.

So it started off with me cooking. Everything was going fine. It was all in the wok until out of nowhere I felt a burning sensation in my face. Basically I must've somehow manage to wipe Green Chili on my face. So as the natural reaction dictates, I ran straight to the bathroom and put the shower to my eye for about half an hour (screaming excessively in the process). I then moved onto the ice pack. An hour or so had gone by until the family came to the joint decision to call in the paramedics. The paramedic (who had actually dealt with the Lee family before) came to the conclusion that I hadn't come up in an allergic reaction but could always go to A&E if I felt applicable. There was nothing anyone could really do, the only advice I got was to use some sort of a lotion. But I'd taken that as a given, the after sun lotion was already in the fridge. So it is safe to say that after two hours of sheer pain, my face is healed. This all sounds rather comical and "Jez". But the really funny thing is that this all actually happened. Now the pain has moved down to my fingers. Which are stinging like a bee. So TTYL I suppose.

The Dead Weather - Treat Me Like Your Mother (Diplo Remix)

The Dead Weather - Treat Me Like Your Mother (Diplo Remix)

No resemblence to The Dead Weather at all but that's part of mixing, right?

Such a good time after school today.

"we went to burger king and he ate a whole pack of wings"

I love being out on the razz with some fucking amazing people.

YAY

I finally bought my own chickens the other day! Happy happy happy Rachel!