I hate weekends almost as much as I hate weekdays. Ok I hate to be fair I only hate days ending in a Y. I toook a giggle at my own lame joke. Nothing happens on my weekend that doesn't involve Hannah Montanna and she doesn't have plans. The only plan I had this weekend is haircut.

The haircut. Lilly. Phft. She tapped on the window and ran. Is she being spiteful or friendly or what that girls harder to read then uncle Earls tatu he got in his thin days.

But never mind, Sunday night and I'm lieing in bed thinking. I dislike thinking it makes my brain hurt. But once I start I just can't stop you know what I mean ?

Lieing in the dark thinking about my friends, just Mileys not Hannahs. Well in my auqutences pile you know they'd say hi in the hall nothing else ; well theres Abi, Liza and Dex. Then theres the causuals the ones that would say hi and invite you to party but not care if you come or not Jake, Rosey, Inner circle the ones you hang round with Saint Sarah, Rico and quite possibly Jackson (I know ho embrassing my brother part of my innercircle) and finally the Best Friends, two names definately come to mind but I cross them out, scribbling over them, but only in pencil because I can't let myself use a mental pen.

I sound like a loon, i am a loon and I have to go to school tomorrow.

Seven Hours of tourture.