Monday February 7th
12:30 PM In my room
Skipped school. Not like Mutti cares. In fact, she went to the doctor's office a well four hours ago and is yet to return.
I must not think about this Dave the Laugh, I am supposed to be wallowing in my tears of sorrow over the Sex God. What is the matter with me? I'm supposed to be sad. But all I can think about is that bloke Dave the Laugh.
1:00 PM Libby's closet
Libby has forced me to play with her, so I simply hid in her closet and told her I was playing with Charlie Horse. I think she found that double cool with knobs because she threw in the carrot twins I gave her for the Crimbo Hols. I think they are beginning to mold. They are rather disgusting.
I must be a horrible friend. All I can think about is nip libbling with Dave the Laugh, who just happens to be Ellen's ex. What next, fantasizing about growing veggies with Tom? No. That would be too far. Besides, he is the Sex God's brother.
But, does that really matter? After all I am fantasizing about Ellen's ex! Who happens to also be my ex. Great. Next it's fish parties with Sven. Merde poo!
5:00 PM Jas's room
I think Jas is going mad. Her room is very organized, even more than usual. It's very eerie though, considering the fact that her room resembles a Tom shrine. I must say she really does fancy this Tom, it's quite annoying too.
Jas is still hanging this whole "I kissed Dave when Ellen and him were going out" over my head. I swear I am going to have to kill her. Besides, Ellen and the bloke broke up! Jas just feels the need to blame it on me, even though I am claiming my innocence.
8:00 PM In my room
That's it. My life is over. The Sex God is gone. For good. But the really interesting thing is that I am not sad. I really rate the Sex God too. But I also fancy nip libbling. Lip nibbling. Why can't I ever get that bloody phrase straight?
Jas put me in one hellish ordeal. Apparently she told Ellen about the whole kissing fiasco. I must kill her now. Or perhaps the cold shoulder is harsher. Yes. Torture is more fun, and she will suffer more.
10:00 PM Still in my room
Can't fall asleep. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. That could go on for awhile. So as I was at my ex-best mate's house, Jas decided she would call up Ellen.
"Ellen?"
"What the bloody hell do you want?[sniffle]"
"Georgia is over."
"Well tell her I said hello."
"I must tell you something."
"[sniffle] I don't think I can handle anything at the moment."
Ellen really is such a tart. Besides, Dave the Laugh and her broke up awhile back, but Ellen is still mourning.
"It's about Dave the Bloke." Honestly, Jas can be so dim sometimes it surprises me.
"[sniffle] Dave. [sniffle] the. [choke-sniffle] Laugh! [sob]"
"Ah yes, Dave the Laugh. Well anyway, I think you weren't the only one who fancied him." I was on the verge to taking the framed picture of Tom that hung above Jas's bed and bashing it over her head. Then I realized I could always unplug the phone. But my conscious told me not too. Bloody conscious.
"What do you mean?[angry sniffle]"
"It seems as if someone got to number six on the snogging scale with Dave the Blo-Laugh when you two were an item." I began to feel little devil horns poking out of my head by then. But then I reminded myself we had gotten up to 6 ½ on the snogging scale. Nip Libbling.lip nibbling.
"[sob] I guess.[sniffle] Dave the Laugh.[sob] fancied her.[choke] more then.[sob-sniffle-choke] me!" "It was Georgia."
I was on the verge to throwing her out the window. Instead I stormed out of her house before I could hear what Ellen had to say. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate her. I hate "it."
12:30 PM In my room
Skipped school. Not like Mutti cares. In fact, she went to the doctor's office a well four hours ago and is yet to return.
I must not think about this Dave the Laugh, I am supposed to be wallowing in my tears of sorrow over the Sex God. What is the matter with me? I'm supposed to be sad. But all I can think about is that bloke Dave the Laugh.
1:00 PM Libby's closet
Libby has forced me to play with her, so I simply hid in her closet and told her I was playing with Charlie Horse. I think she found that double cool with knobs because she threw in the carrot twins I gave her for the Crimbo Hols. I think they are beginning to mold. They are rather disgusting.
I must be a horrible friend. All I can think about is nip libbling with Dave the Laugh, who just happens to be Ellen's ex. What next, fantasizing about growing veggies with Tom? No. That would be too far. Besides, he is the Sex God's brother.
But, does that really matter? After all I am fantasizing about Ellen's ex! Who happens to also be my ex. Great. Next it's fish parties with Sven. Merde poo!
5:00 PM Jas's room
I think Jas is going mad. Her room is very organized, even more than usual. It's very eerie though, considering the fact that her room resembles a Tom shrine. I must say she really does fancy this Tom, it's quite annoying too.
Jas is still hanging this whole "I kissed Dave when Ellen and him were going out" over my head. I swear I am going to have to kill her. Besides, Ellen and the bloke broke up! Jas just feels the need to blame it on me, even though I am claiming my innocence.
8:00 PM In my room
That's it. My life is over. The Sex God is gone. For good. But the really interesting thing is that I am not sad. I really rate the Sex God too. But I also fancy nip libbling. Lip nibbling. Why can't I ever get that bloody phrase straight?
Jas put me in one hellish ordeal. Apparently she told Ellen about the whole kissing fiasco. I must kill her now. Or perhaps the cold shoulder is harsher. Yes. Torture is more fun, and she will suffer more.
10:00 PM Still in my room
Can't fall asleep. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. That could go on for awhile. So as I was at my ex-best mate's house, Jas decided she would call up Ellen.
"Ellen?"
"What the bloody hell do you want?[sniffle]"
"Georgia is over."
"Well tell her I said hello."
"I must tell you something."
"[sniffle] I don't think I can handle anything at the moment."
Ellen really is such a tart. Besides, Dave the Laugh and her broke up awhile back, but Ellen is still mourning.
"It's about Dave the Bloke." Honestly, Jas can be so dim sometimes it surprises me.
"[sniffle] Dave. [sniffle] the. [choke-sniffle] Laugh! [sob]"
"Ah yes, Dave the Laugh. Well anyway, I think you weren't the only one who fancied him." I was on the verge to taking the framed picture of Tom that hung above Jas's bed and bashing it over her head. Then I realized I could always unplug the phone. But my conscious told me not too. Bloody conscious.
"What do you mean?[angry sniffle]"
"It seems as if someone got to number six on the snogging scale with Dave the Blo-Laugh when you two were an item." I began to feel little devil horns poking out of my head by then. But then I reminded myself we had gotten up to 6 ½ on the snogging scale. Nip Libbling.lip nibbling.
"[sob] I guess.[sniffle] Dave the Laugh.[sob] fancied her.[choke] more then.[sob-sniffle-choke] me!" "It was Georgia."
I was on the verge to throwing her out the window. Instead I stormed out of her house before I could hear what Ellen had to say. I hate Jas. I hate Jas. I hate her. I hate "it."